Dont eat the pepperoni
Last night we ordered pizza, as is our usual. Ryther and I split a large, half pepperoni/half cheese. Himself had a small cheese. On my third piece, I got a few bits of pepperoni, and I thought about the recall on the pepperoni recently. Jokingly I mentioned the recall to my husband. About three minutes later he was running to the bathroom and well, suffice to say my son wanted to call 911. I reassured him that it was not a 911 event. We still don't know what really caused the episode. He was feeling basically fine. Didn't feel bad after, other than weak. And I think food poisoning takes a bit longer than say 10-15 minutes to hit, although I could be wrong. Both Himself and I were fine. Strange.
Himself went over a friend's house today. I guess the kid has one of those airsoft guns, they are air guns that shoot a plastic BB. He desperatly wanted one before, but we won't let him get one because A:I think little plastic pellets all over the place are annoying as hell and B: we live in a neighborhood where the lots are 100x70 feet. No way is there anywhere to safely (in my opinion) shoot a gun of any kind, or a bow and arrow, etc. And thirdly, my neighbor would blow a gasket to see a kid shooting a real looking gun (and they sure do make them look real) around the neighborhood. I don't really blame her either. This isn't the back woods. But of course other kids do have them, and I'm not their mother. But it of course makes it harder to tell your own brat 'no'. We did tell him he could get one and keep it in NH where there is more than enough room to pretend to be a spy or killer or whatever (and no, I'm not freaked out, I was an Indian warrior making arrows with dart heads when I was his age) but he's not having one here. End of story. Now of course he's going to want to go back to this kids house all the time. Well, spring is coming, he can get his ass on his bike and ride there.
My husband's cousin is due with her first baby soon. We were IMing on Facebook and she said she is scheduled for a Cesarean next month. The doctor told her if the baby was over 10 lbs, it was an automatic Cesarean. I think I'd get a new doctor. She's an 'older' mother, 35? but unless there were other complications, I just don't get why it would be an automatic Cesarean. I mean, other than liability. I'm pretty sure my neighbor's boys were both over 10 lbs. I'm going to have to ask. Of course, my puppy was only 6 lbs and a month early. I might think differently if he was 10 lbs.
I went to my MIL's studio again with the neighbor to work on the head. I so am not finding this enjoyable. I might like to take a class in it, but its not like the sculpting class. I was thinking I'd rather be making sculpy skulls or something. My MIL is very excited to have me there, but honestly, it's just not my thing. I don't quite know how to break it to her.
I got an offer in my email to get some unclaimed assets in London. I should jump at the chance, right?
And Ryther sat on the cat today. The one with the bum leg. Poor thing.
Time for TV. Sleep late tomorrow. Yay.
Himself went over a friend's house today. I guess the kid has one of those airsoft guns, they are air guns that shoot a plastic BB. He desperatly wanted one before, but we won't let him get one because A:I think little plastic pellets all over the place are annoying as hell and B: we live in a neighborhood where the lots are 100x70 feet. No way is there anywhere to safely (in my opinion) shoot a gun of any kind, or a bow and arrow, etc. And thirdly, my neighbor would blow a gasket to see a kid shooting a real looking gun (and they sure do make them look real) around the neighborhood. I don't really blame her either. This isn't the back woods. But of course other kids do have them, and I'm not their mother. But it of course makes it harder to tell your own brat 'no'. We did tell him he could get one and keep it in NH where there is more than enough room to pretend to be a spy or killer or whatever (and no, I'm not freaked out, I was an Indian warrior making arrows with dart heads when I was his age) but he's not having one here. End of story. Now of course he's going to want to go back to this kids house all the time. Well, spring is coming, he can get his ass on his bike and ride there.
My husband's cousin is due with her first baby soon. We were IMing on Facebook and she said she is scheduled for a Cesarean next month. The doctor told her if the baby was over 10 lbs, it was an automatic Cesarean. I think I'd get a new doctor. She's an 'older' mother, 35? but unless there were other complications, I just don't get why it would be an automatic Cesarean. I mean, other than liability. I'm pretty sure my neighbor's boys were both over 10 lbs. I'm going to have to ask. Of course, my puppy was only 6 lbs and a month early. I might think differently if he was 10 lbs.
I went to my MIL's studio again with the neighbor to work on the head. I so am not finding this enjoyable. I might like to take a class in it, but its not like the sculpting class. I was thinking I'd rather be making sculpy skulls or something. My MIL is very excited to have me there, but honestly, it's just not my thing. I don't quite know how to break it to her.
I got an offer in my email to get some unclaimed assets in London. I should jump at the chance, right?
And Ryther sat on the cat today. The one with the bum leg. Poor thing.
Time for TV. Sleep late tomorrow. Yay.