"Yes We Got Along!"

The question I hear most since I got back from my trip to Boston was -- "Did you two get along?"  I am not sure if this alludes to me and my unwarranted pretentious disposition or just a question one would ask when you plan a vacation with someone you haven't seen in 15 years.  I hope it is the latter.  When you think about it planning a four day trip with someone you haven't talked to or seen in fifteen years, let alone sharing a hotel room, does seem rather risque.  Oddly, or not, it was if we picked up where we last left off. 

We last left off when her youngest, and my only one at the time, both were three.  Now hers are 18 and 21 and my oldest is 18 and youngest is three.  For her it must be like de ja vu because she keeps calling my now three year old, Ethan, "Jace" his older brother - who at the time was three.  It seems as though much has changed yet who we are at the core really hasn't.  I feel very fortunate to have reconnected with my friend whom I have known since third grade.  Even more fortunate that her memory of things is much more preserved than mine and I get to hear stories of our childhood, and later, letters -- of things I had forgotten.

For those who anticipated I would have scared my dear friend away with my critical unabashed unfounded and pretentious wisdom -- I didn't. Nor did her snoring scare me away.  We look forward to our next trip.

Joys of Parenthood: Overflowing Toilets

As I was in the kitchen preparing to pour myself a much needed Jack Daniels...no... just kidding...I was pouring myself a Coke (yes -- can you believe it?  From a can.  I have weaned myself off of McDonald's Coke).  Anyway, all of the sudden Ethan comes sloshing (yes, sloshing) out of my bedroom saying "uh oh!"  I run to the bathroom and what do I see:  a toilet overflowing -- poop and all.

It seems as though "poop" is a predominant theme in my blog and I am wondering if I should change the title to "Just Another Blog About Poop"?  I don't know if this keeps happening because I have a toddler or because I am an RN.  Patient's always want us to see their poop -- for some reason they think we are obsessed with it.  We are not.  The doctor just wants to know they are pooping -- which is why I have to ask "when was your last BM?"  I don't use the word "poop" since it seems rather vulgar.  Anyway, it could be poop is so predominant in my blogs because anything that has to do with the butt is funny... farting, pooping, gerbils (well, that's another story) and my toddler is into all of those...except gerbils. 

I went into hyper-speed (Star Trek Lingo) to clean up the poopy mess since our baseboards were covered in toilet water by at least a 1/2 an inch and moving fast toward the wood floor. Once it was cleaned and the adorable little Ethan had finally stopped saying "I didn't do it on purpose (which is his new saying for everything he does now)...." -- we sat back to watch Dora and drank some deliciously ice cold canned Coke.

Gel Polish...what's that?

A few weeks ago I learned from the manicurist I could have nail polish that would not wash off or chip for three to four weeks for the reasonable price of $30 (including manicure).  "Wow!" I thought -- that would be great since I wash my hands so much regular polish barely makes it past a couple of days.  I asked if it was damaging to the nails and the answer was "no."  The process involved baking each of the five coats in a mini tanning bed like contraption (same machine used for fake nails) for five minutes each.  Unfortunately the nail polish, which is basically gel "fake" nails, lasted only ten days and was very damaging to my nail.  My nails are very brittle and thin as if I had "fake" nails put on.  They really did look beautiful for the ten days they lasted.  Always shiny and no chipping.  However, because of the nail damage I would not have it done again.  Well, unless it was for a special occasion because it did look good.