The other day, Cinco (11) decided to wash his laundry For some random reason, BJ Dude (13) decided to throw his backpack in with his brother’s load. I only know about this because of the screaming I heard and this placed before my face:
Yes, that is his Sunday shirt. Yes, that is Pink Highlighter.
It turns out that BJ Dude emptied out his papers and books, but left everything else:
Yes, that is pens, pencils, Highlighters, glue sticks, deodorant, erasers, wisp toothbrushes, magnetic oval thingies, permanent sharpies. Oh yeah, this is what I pulled OUT of the washer after I got all the clothes out. Those are PIECES of the highlighters, the rest came out wrapped in the clothes all broken up.
And here’s the rest of the damage. I spent over an hour soaking and scrubbing trying to spare the other shirts and shorts. Seriously, how do you not want to steal all your kid’s money to go repurchase new clothes and want to throttle him besides??!! I was seething after scrubbing for so long my arms hurt.
But alas, I decided the best approach was to chuck the Sunday shirt (I will have to buy a new one of that) and take pictures and post about it. It seems to ease the frustration, I suppose– sharing my laundry grieviences with you all.
I still cannot figure out why you would put a back pack in with clothes anyway because of the damage it could do from the weight of it.
Oh well, lesson learned, I hope.
1. Pink highlighter does NOT come out very well.
2. Blue highlighter comes out better
3. DO NOT put backpacks in with regular laundry
4. If you do put your back pack in with regular laundry, PLEASE get EVERYTHING out!
*deep sigh* I feel better now, getting that off my chest.
Okay, since Paul has vacated the room, I’ll tell you the funny story. Last Monday I read the letter he wrote to Sam (on his mission) before I sent it out. He was telling Sam that the Lakers beat San Antonio 4 games to 2. Then he wrote and I quote, “Studid Lakers, Studid Lakers, Studid Lakers, Studid……..” Well, being the smart aleck that I am, I called MP up and said, “What did you tell Sam about the Lakers in your letter?”
“I told him that they were STUPID!”
“How do you spell ‘stupid’?”
“S-t-u-p-i-d.”
“Oh, well, in your letter you wrote ‘studed Lakers, studed Lakers, studed Lakers, studed…’ (That’s how I pronounced it.) I wasn’t sure if you meant they were a ‘star studed’ team or if they really were ‘stupid.'” MP made some comment about me being mean about his spelling, then said, “I even read the letter to BJ Dude and didn’t catch that.”
I’m sorry, but I was really laughing now!! When I said goodbye to MP, he replied, “goodbye SWEATheart.” Which is the other major spelling error he has been razzed about for years now. When he was on his mission, he sent a birthday card to my little sister which said, “you are a cute and a sweat girl.” At least he has a great sense of humor.
The other day while I was doing dishes, MP– out of the blue– said, “stoodid Lakers, stoodid Lakers, stoodid Lakers.” No matter how you say it, “studed, stoodid, or stupid” it all adds up to Lakers!!! 5/24/04
After church, I asked Cinco what he learned in class today. He said, “About Jesus.” BJ Dude quickly chimed in…”We learned about Jesus bathtism.” 5/2/04
The other day, Paul bought Pop tarts at Costco. I was in working on the computer when Cinco straggled in and started asking me for “Blast Tarts” for breakfast. It took me a minute to realize he wanted Pop Tarts. The new word of the day is “Blast Tarts!” 12/8/03
Mr. Perfect (Malaprop Man) was in Wal-Mart with Sam getting some stuff. They saw one of MP’s employees with bunch of girls around him. MP/MM said to Sam, “looks like he’s got his heirloom.”
Sam said, “Well, dad, if you’re referring to the girls, you probably mean a HAREM!”
When Sam told us the story the other night, MP/MM said, “See Blondie didn’t notice anything.” She is definitely her Dad’s girl!! 4/9/07
BJ Dude: Mom, Did you remember to buy my Slim Jim?
Me: No, son, I forgot.
BJ Dude: How could you forget? I reminded you over and over! You let me down!
Me: Well, get in line and take a number!
BJ Dude: *looks at Shotgun* My number’s 1!
So MP and I are on vacation in Hawaii. It’s early morning and I decide to check facebook. For some reason a video my son’s friend made just seemed to call out to me, so I clicked on it. Imagine my surprise when I saw the opening credits to include my two youngest boys, then my #4 son roll across the screen. Now I was definitely watching because I wanted to see what really happens when we are on vacation. Turned out to be the funniest thing I have seen….. Enjoy
I should follow up with the fact that when we did return home, the kids (mostly Doodle Bug & Scout) had washed all the sheets in the house, washed all the blankets and organized that closet, changed all the bulbs in the chandelier, the kitchen was spotless, the laundry was done. It was amazing! I looked at MP and said, “where should we go next week?”
I truly truly have the BEST kids in the WHOLE world! They are amazing and kind and wonderful! How blessed I am!!
I’m finally taking a few minutes to share our “arm experience” with BJ Dude. It was just a nice evening for some football. BJ Dude loves football and was having a good time. The team was lined up just short of the goal line, and BJ Dude was given the ball (he’s #40). He is powering through determined to get in the end zone when he got tripped up. He put his arm down to catch him and it wasn’t so good. Here’s the video clip. Warning: Although you can’t see his arm at all, it is still somewhat graphic knowing the outcome.
Now as I was watching the play live, I saw him place his arm and saw him twist and immediately thought, “uh oh. I hope that’s just a stinger.” Couldn’t have been more wrong. I sat and watched him lay there not moving. I knew it had to be pretty sore since he’s a tough kid who can’t stand not playing. He kept laying there. I waited for the coaches to go make an assessment. As the coaches and some others ran over to him, one of the coaches immediately turned to the stands and said, “Webster’s come here.” I knew then it was an “obvious” injury. Thinking it must be a break , MP and I hurried down on the field. A paramedic had just come over and was able to roll him over on his back just as I got there. I didn’t get to see the ugly arm twisted off the side look going on. Probably a good thing.
Here’s what we were looking at when I got there.
The paramedic guy was trying to support his arm and try to keep him out of pain while we decided what to do. Although I felt very calm, it was clear my mind wasn’t working and it was hard to think. I told MP to call Dr. Parry, who is a friend in our ward. MP realized it was Tuesday and surgery day. I told him to at least text him or he would be mad at us. In the meantime, the pre-diagnosis was a dislocation but possibly a break. I thought that if it was a dislocation, I’d just call our friend who is a chiropractor and have him come and put it in. I sent my Doodle Bug (who had wandered down on the field) to get the number from his neighbor in the stand. Then my brain kicked in and I realized that he wouldn’t touch it without an xray, so wouldn’t do any good to call him. So then we tried to call our friend that works on the ambulance crew. I tried his wife’s cell but didn’t get her.
The paramedic there said, that we really had no choice but to have him transported by ambulance because of the severity of the injury. So I called 911.
As soon as I had given 911 all the info and the ambulance was dispatched, our friend on the Ambulance crew showed up. Someone in the stands had gotten a hold of him. He came with his bag, assessed the situation and told us that we really did need to transport him by ambulance, which was comforting to us. He then began to splint his arm to stabilize it.
No sooner had he finished, then the ambulance showed up. They wouldn’t even consider moving him until they had given him an IV for pain.
They wouldn’t even lift him onto a stretcher. (Which reminds me, someone had gone into the school to get a table to move him off the field and they wouldn’t even do that.) So they got a stretcher that split in half, slid it under him, then clamped it together to lift him onto the bed to transport him. Here is everyone clapping for him as they lifted him onto the bed. I don’t know if they were just happy to be moving on, as we had started the game 45 minutes late and then laid on the 1 yard line for another 30 minutes after he got hurt. Yes, the 1 yard line. That made him as sad as his arm being hurt.
Here is our first ever ride in an ambulance. Hopefully, it is our last. This is my view from the front. For some reason, I hit a button that made the picture black and white. I didn’t even know that feature existed. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to get it off, as you will see.
