Gasly Amusing

Gas is a natural part of life, and when you live in a house with 4-6 people, depending on children's schedules, there is gas.  Usually the boys, as 4 of the 6 of us are male, have the ability to make others smirk, giggle, send death glares, make disgusted noises, cover your nose, or turn green from their ability to pass gas.  However, last week,  after a night of drinking a few Old Milwaukee's, I was the champ.  (For most this is embarrassing, but hey, gas is a part of life, and we all do it :~) 

I have a very dear 5 year old boy named Brady who is effortlessly comical.  Of course when you have children you have late night visits to the ER at some point or another, I was lucky enough to experience one last night.  Brady woke up at 1:15 am with a severe ear ache and tears streaming down his face.  After some sleep deprived thought processing, off we went on the skating rink conditioned roads!  After 45 minutes of driving Brady fell asleep, (for those of you who don't have children, this always happens) so by the time we arrived he was not crying and was too tired to complain much.  So we went through the motions of the ER routine, he did have some fluid behind his ear and so the doc made the prescription out and left.  Shortly after his exit, Brady looked at me with the most serious of face and said, "Mom, why didn't you tell him you had bad farts?!?"   Me (trying to hold back uncontrollable laughter) :  "Brady, you don't need to tell doctors if you have bad farts."  Brady:  "Yes you do mom, they smelled dead."  

Needless to say, children say the darnedest things.  And I think I will refrain from drinking Old Mill for awhile... 

Inspiration in Effect

As there is no better way to describe the situation, I am inspired.  I have an older sister named Becky who has had a blog named "Totally Serial" and I have kept up on reading it.  Each time I read her blog it brings a grin accompanied by a giggle quite often.  Well, if she can keep a smile on my face, I would love to return that to others through a paragraph here and there.  Therefore, my first post has been dedicated to my older sister; my inspiration.  I cannot promise you that you might not get bored, but in an attempt to keep the entertainment flowing, here is a little shpeel about my older sister.

I have always admired my older sister.  She is one of those really sensitive people who always puts others feelings and thoughts in front of her own.  I try, sometimes without success, as my selfishness creeps up on me occasionally.  Yet for Becky, this seems to be very natural, and it makes me insanely jealous at times.

Becky was involved in the arts in high school and was innately one of the top of her class.  Her ability to not only succeed, but to luminously achieve and conquer is yet another example of why she is an inspiration to me.  Her and her husband have been blessed with a charming and cheery young lad this year. (I've decided his personality  is due to his Aunt's exceptional disposition  ;~)  and they both have your typical white collar jobs and are able to vacation and spend time as a family.  As my household is much more chaotic with wild heathens prancing around, unconvetional farm hours, working awkward roster positions and smudged with school traveling and homework, I find myself daydreaming about what a "normal" life would be like.  Yet, my sister is proud of me, my accomplishments, my breakdowns, and my chaotic  life.  This is yet another reason why she inspires me.  So, if I drank wine this is where I would say, "Cheers to you Becky", we would tap glasses and sip in the most daintilly manner.  However, I drink beer, I am not dainty, and I don't tap glasses.  "Your one hell of a woman" is much more up my alley.