What We Did When Mr Z had the H1N1 flu.

First, don't run screaming to the comment line to let me know I haven't blogged in a while. I am fully aware that I am a slacker. I even have a T-shirt that says so. Most of you know already that I have been really sick. For those of you who don't, I'm sick. I don't want to bore anyone, and I don't really want to go into detail about it. I don't feel good. I haven't felt good in a while. And it is NOT going away anytime soon. There. That should suffice. If not, tough.

So anyways, about a month ago, my little Mr Z broke down and puked all over anything made of fabric he could find one night. Where all the puke was coming from, I am not quite sure. I am pretty sure that instead of calling it H1N1 (come on, what kind of stupid name is that? or swine flu...it didn't come from pigs...WTF...REALLY????) they should have called it the ALIEN FLU, because UFO's truly take over and make things come out of kids that should not be there.

Back to the puke, he really did puke everywhere. My house reaked, everything was dirty, and once he was tested for the H1N1 (he had other symptoms too), I wouldn't let him play with any of his regular favorite toys. I was too busy sanitizing everything. So, going back a few years, I remembered how much he loved playing in boxes. And I needed him to be still for a little while, so confining him to a box was genius on my part (thank you very much...takes a bow). What the news stations are not telling you, is that if you catch this flu early enough with Tami flu, THE KID IS FINE AFTER 48 HOURS. I am serious, FINE, and full of energy. What sucked was, I had a lot of cleaning to do, and because we had to report his positive test to the school, I was stuck with him. In the house, not being allowed to touch his toys, and full of energy FOR FIVE DAYS.

He is FIVE people....FIVE! He didn't come with an "off" switch either. Not even a "slow down" switch. It is just wrong. So, I made him a rocket ship from a box. I ordered up every On Demand show/movie that had anything to do with outer space or aliens, and he was happy:
He was so happy, I was able to wash 3 comforters, 6 blankets, curtains from 3 rooms, 4 sets of sheets, 8 pairs of pj's, around 30 towels/rags/hand towels, pillow cases galore, and several pillows. That doesn't include all of the "normal" laundry. Did I also mention I had to scrub carpets, walls, bed frames, dressers, and floors? I had to bag up toys spray them down with Lysol (I went through 8 cans of Lysol...and 4 tubbies of throw away Lysol wipes). I did all of that, still not feeling well myself. And managed not to kill my hyperactive five year old. SEE:

He is still alive, barely.

toodles,

Sandi

Vintage Felt Radio

Vintage Felt Radio, originally uploaded by Eloole.

I would love to tackle something like this for my dad. He is a collector of vintage radios. I painted a rock to look like one for him as a gift one year. Am I mentally challenged that I would prefer to "make" a "fake" radio? Just askin'.

Free Crochet Pattern 70705AD Amigurumi Holiday Santa : Lion Brand Yarn Company

Free Crochet Pattern 70705AD Amigurumi Holiday Santa : Lion Brand Yarn Company

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Twitter Twit

It's official, my husband hates Twitter. I don't use it much on the computer, I don't have to! I have my favorite Twitter Pals tweets sent straight to my phone! I don't know if he is jealous of all of my fabulous friends, and how much I laugh at my phone...or if he just doesn't "get it." Truthfully, I don't get it either. I just know, it is a wonderful day when I laugh at somebody else's weirdness, so I don't have to feel so bad about how weird I am.

Lately, with the ComicCon going on in San Diego, there have been so many hilarious tweets coming across my phone. I literally swallow whatever I am drinking at the time (in fear of snorting it), or make sure I am close to a bathroom (in case I feel the urge to pee a little). Between Jimmy Fallon and FunnyorDie...I have been laughing a lot the last few days.

Then there are the ones that I like to call "friend," even though I have never actually met them. I like how I can just throw a thought out there, and get responses that make me feel like I am not alone in this world. With the kiddo (who will be 5 next Friday, BTW) always making me question my decisions as a parent, and the constant hallucinations of Spider man eating spaghetti...I like having people that can relate with the touch of 140 or fewer buttons. Those "friends" are going through similar circumstances, they understand the regret that comes with deciding NOT to spank the living crap out of that kid that threw a ball at the back of your head whilst you drove in 5 o'clock traffic. They know the feeling of 10 minutes after the incident, still being mad at the kiddo, but the kiddo has thoroughly moved on and doesn't even have traces of his actions in his face or actions...but because you are still mad you think about how you should have spanked his little white as milk hiney until it was bright red. Then he laughs at something random in that unmistakable pure laughter that only kids truly produce, and your heart melts and forgets the, wait...what was I mad at?

Those are the friends that I treasure and thank Twitter for.

Twitter has also brought me a few friends that share my demented sense of humor. Not many, mind you...but a few. That's what this blog entry is really about, thanking them. For making me feel normal, or at least as normal as I can possibly EVER be. Not that normal is a good thing.

Thanks for making me laugh Jannypie.
Thanks for making me laugh Mamakatslosinit.

I know that I normally post about craftiness, but I am having issues with that lately. Let's just leave it at: My body is rebelling against me, wants me to be in pain and is laughing, but not "out loud" at me all day and night.

Soon, I hope to conquer the pain, defeat the evil goblins taking over my life and body. I WILL CRAFT AGAIN. I WILL. AND YOU, my BLOGGY BLOG BLOG...will be the first to celebrate with me.

toodles....Sandi

Jenny ROCKS!!!!

I am gushing with pride for Jenny S Stitcher! Over the 4th of July weekend she dove right in and got herself acclimated with crocheting granny squares! I have to admit, I was proud of myself when I finished my very first granny square, but I think she took being proud of one's self to a whole new level!

This one is her first.

This is what she finished over the weekend. Words are failing me. (That's kind of hard to do....I love to jibber on and on and on about crafting.)

Congratulations Jenny! You have every right to be ECSTATIC!

Mammatalk: Those dog days....

I can not remember if I have introduced you to Mammatalk or not. If I have, suffer...you could use a reminder of how great she is. If I haven't, I strongly encourage you to visit her blog. If just out of curiosity, or because you need a reminder that parenthood is something that your are not going through alone. There are Billions of people getting through it.

She never ceases to crack me up. You should definitely take a little time and browse through Mamma's archives. She has such an extraordinary talent for writing, and explaining "just what parenthood is like" in the most perfect way. I love her.

Mammatalk: Those dog days....

toodles....Sandi

R2D2 my dear

R2D2, originally uploaded by sugarbottoms1.

I love R2D2. Ever since my very first veiwing of "Star Wars" (episode 4, of course I am that old), I have cherished his little beeps and whistle sounds. Now that my little boy also loves him, we are all about these shorts. I bought the yarn for them a while back. I think these are going to be my first project once I get my fingers back into the swing of knitting. I have a lot of use with them so far...soon R2...soon.