Wavering between laughter and dry heaving

Sunday night we had a potluck dinner event for out church that entailed me overseeing childcare for 40+ kiddos ranging from infants to elementary age. I was also slated to speak before the adults in attendance and share some thoughts on the last month of prayer that our church had committed to in regards to our future. Interestingly enough (or better yet only in the world of Katie) these two things intersected in a very ironic way.

In the span of 10 minutes:

I attempted to comfort a sweet 2 year old who was having severe separation anxiety. In the midst of her crying she began to cough which led to some pretty amazing projectile vomiting of the aforementioned potluck dinner items. (Side note: I know exactly which items she ate now, the partial noodles on my shirt were a dead giveaway). So sweet little girl puking on herself, me, and the carpet led to catlike reflexes on my part and the other volunteers.

After cleaning her up (she was very distraught about her shoes being dirty) and handing her off to mom, I had a quick pow-wow with my co-worker about scrubbing the public speaking part of my evening. After he assured me that he couldn't see any latent puke on my clothes, I did a quick paper towel cleaning of myself, washed my hands and arms and popped into the program part of the evening. As I stood there waiting for my cue, I looked at him and asked if I smelled like throw-up. Let's just say that his facial expression spoke more than words. As I went up on stage I tried to breathe through my mouth so that I wouldn't have to smell myself.

Call it adrenaline or denial but I got through my part of the program pretty well from my perspective. A clean t-shirt later I was back with the infants trying to head off any further puking episodes.

Oh and later that night, sweet little throw up girl comes running up to me with a big smile on her face. Thankfully I don't think she's associated me with a traumatic life event.

I have an interesting but never boring job.

Tagged

Tony over at Don't Call Me Veronica tagged me for 8 random facts so here goes:



1. I like new toothbrushes, but I'm very particular about my toothbrushes. They must be soft with a compact head and have a distinctive bristle pattern. This usually results in me buying three or four toothbrushes at once because finding one with my qualifications is hard work.



2. I HATE snakes and refuse to go past the entrance of the "snake-atorium" (or Reptile House if you must be accurate). On a hot summer day in Texas the air-conditioner gets me through the door but my fear prevents me from going any further.



3. I eat fast. Very fast. I think it is a product of working at summer camp where you had 20 minutes if you were lucky to wolf down your food while jumping up and singing, making announcements, refilling trays and pitchers, etc.


4. I am ADDICTED to the show "So You Think You Can Dance".


5. I own too many pairs of flip flops, about a dozen in fact. Oh, and I still want more. If I could live in flip flops life would be about perfect.


6. I've always wanted to dye my hair red but been way too much of a chicken to do so. Maybe one day . . .


7. I have very vivid, story-like dreams. I'm not quite sure if it is normal, but it sure makes waking up in the morning an adventure.


8. I talk to myself . . . outloud sometimes.

Just a lot going on

So it seems my blogging abilities have taken a nosedive of late. I'm still here, trust me on this one, it just seems like the hours tick by quicker in the day than normal and I have a heap on my plate. So, to anyone out there wondering, I haven't entered the witness protection program and gone underground, I'm just busy.

Posting will hopefully resume with some normalcy in the near future.

In the meantime, I had a funny conversation last night about the possibility of renting a brain. Crazy I know, I'm quite secure with my random conversations. But think about it. What it you could trade out your brain and all that came with it for a newer model. You would inherit new memories, new personality traits, new skills, new lots of things. Sounds pretty amazing in fact, but at what cost? You would gain all kinds of "new" but lose a lot of "old". For a random conversation that included lots of laughter it's actually a pretty deep thought. Would you want a new brain and would you be willing to pay the price?

In Honor of Troy

Troy Dungan, our local meteorologist, is retiring after tonight's forecast. FAMOUS for his bow ties, he's borderline star-status. Goodbye Troy, we'll miss you and the bow tie.

Guilty Pleasure

Ok, so I'm a bit obsessed with this Burger King commercial. Now I HATE Burger King as a food option but this commercial makes me giggle non-stop. I like to think that I have a BROAD sense of humor.

Time Travelling

This weekend I saw Transformers (more than meets the eye . . . robots in disguise). As I sat in a packed theater, I realized that this was one of those moments when you are equally an adult and yet still a child. I was excited, giddy, and maybe just maybe squealing a bit (but just a bit) as Optimus Prime transformed from a Big Rig into a robot.

It was like a quick trip back to my childhood when I sat transfixed in front of the television watching a cartoon that I believed deep in my heart could be real. I wanted a car that transformed into a robot, I wanted to live in Barbie's dream house, I wanted to live with Rainbow Brite and My Little Ponies or even the Care Bears, heck I wanted to be a Real American Hero (G.I. Joe).

I'm glad I don't take myself so seriously and let the kiddo inside me come out and play every once in a while.

Fishbowl

Living in a fishbowl is an interesting experience. You know you are on display. You can see everyone else watching you. And yet it is comical that you are at once being watched by everyone but avoided by everyone at the same time. I guess the fishbowl doesn't look inviting and no one wants to jump in with you and participate. And yet you get to look at and watch everyone watching you, which is entertaining on its own.

Remember those t-shirts . . . .

The ones that said something like "My grandparents went to Niagra Falls and all I got was this stupid t-shirt"?

Well, I for one, love t-shirts. The more random the mo better (ha, there's some flava for all you out there). It's exciting to pull something out of your drawer, put it on, and have a fun memory attached to it. Oh, other people might not know the backstory but you do and you laugh a little on the inside each time you remember it.