Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Ralph as in Puke

The other night I came home from work to find our bed full of puke. I had to sleep on the couch. Our baby was sick and then my wife got sick and last night I got sick and had to call out from work.

For a moment I got excited, thinking: Yes! A three day weekend!

I had all these visions of driving down to Zion's National Park or something like that. About two minutes later I was kneeling on the floor trying not to throw up. Thinking: That's right. I almost forgot about the dry heaves and diarrhea. I guess it will still be a while before we can take a vacation.

I'm mostly better. Still a little tired. But our daughter just threw up all over her Carebear pillow. I better go wash up all the puke-beds.

9 comments:

Native Minnow said...

Was it Dr. Pepper and crumb donettes? Or gummy bears? Because that would be cool.

Alpha said...

I am lucky. My son only threw up one time and that was in my car...he puked down the console under the seat. They can't puke right in front of them where it would be easy to clean up. But seriously, one time isn't that bad. My daughter has yet to do that. I'm hoping she will only do it once, too. Sorry about your weekend.

ShootingStar said...

Hey Fly I'm sending you get well energy. I'd send you some delicious soup too if it would make it though the mail!

PsychoIntern said...

Luckily we have avoided the throwing up this year....we have had some bad colds in the house, but no puke to clean up.

One of my funniest puke memories is when I was laying on my bed relaxing. Abby came in and lay her head on my chest as she lay next to me. She all of a sudden sat up and had a wild, scared look in her eye. Then the throwup flowed from her mouth, like a Hawaiin lava flow...not once...not twice...not three times, but four or five. It was all over my chest and stomach area, and I was trying to place my arms on the sides to act as a lip to keep all the throw up on my chest, and not on my bed. Luckily someone came in with a towel and helped me out. Abby was mortified, but when I made a funny face and told her it was stinky, she laughed! :)

flieswithoutwings said...

I like Ethan's puke story from a while back:

My wife heard noises from the kids' room in the middle of the night. She went in and asked Ethan if he was alright. He said, "Yes, I just need a drink of water."

When she returned with a glass of water she noticed a pile of orange vomit next to him on his bed. He saw it and said, "I ate too many Cheetos."

Native Minnow said...

Or how about the time I was sick at work at the store in DJ, but they wouldn't let me go home and made me sleep in the kitchen, and Jeff had me eat gummy bears, then made chicken noodle soup with blue food coloring to make me feel better, but it not at least my vomit would look cool. Too bad I drank a Dr. Pepper and it ended up being brown anyway. He was so disappointed.

Alpha said...

Or the time when I was pregnant with my son and I was hanging out with Katie, Shawn and Charlie were going to a haunted house, and I told Shawn I was going to throw up and to pull over he kept saying, In a minute, so I puked all over his truck. I bet next time when someone tells him to pull over he will. If it would have been anybody else, I would have felt worse, but since it was Shawn... didn't really care that much.

PsychoIntern said...

How about when Jody Barton puked in Mr. Albrecht's class and there was puke all the way down the desks, all over the desks, and halfway out the door? There were little chunky crusties for days afterwards. :)

PsychoIntern said...

How about when Jody Barton puked in Mr. Albrecht's class and there was puke all the way down the desks, all over the desks, and halfway out the door? There were little chunky crusties for days afterwards. :)