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Sunday, September 03, 2006

a really, really weird entry. sersly.

So, what do you want first? The county-fair rundown or the grisly details of yet another splinter removal (C's, of course)?

The splinter? OK. Gotcha. I'll throw in a side of Mother Of The Year Award goodness for you too.

This actually started on Friday, which was, ohmygosh, one of those days where, when you're living it, you're all, 'no way is all this nonsense actually happening to me. right? this is some kind of joke?', what with the truck breaking down a few times and the hundred zillion degree heat and all. While we were in the middle of this (during the second attempt to revive the truck, which had conked out this time with its nose fully out all the way across the road my in-laws live on, which was the SECOND-worst place it died that day), C fell down, cried a little, and told me she felt like she had 'something in her leg' which had a bit of a scratch along it. I said it was probably just swollen a little because she had hurt it, and went back to looking sympathetic and praying that T would get the truck started soon, before a) we all died of heat prostration and b) someone came along and T-boned our truck which would totally have helped our day be way more exciting than it already had been. And this was BEFORE the truck died at the gas station, taking up an entire row of pumps because of the trailer behind it. Did I mention that we don't have tow insurance on the truck? We don't. So. Anyway. C fell down. Fast-forward to today, when I noticed that she was still feeling the pain of that scrape a bit more than I thought she should, and really sat down and looked at her leg, and saw that the area around the bottom of the scratch was swollen and tight and red and hot. And it looked vaguely like there was some pus under the edge of the scratch. And I pulled off a scab and some pus came out. Of my daughter's leg. This is not supposed to happen, because this isn't the eighteenth century and I am not (praise be to God) some time-traveling doctor woman who's performing surgery in the wilderness. So I called T in (T's hand-eye coordination is way better than mine) and amid many tears and a little screaming and much hydrogen peroxide, we performed a minor surgery in our bathroom and pulled a 3/4" sliver of wood out from under my child's skin. There was... more pus. A lot more.

Excuse me, I just had to go give her another guilt-hug. I've been doing this all afternoon. I hope she doesn't know why.

So now she's OK, and we've cleaned the site and put on ointment and drawn dotted lines around the red area so we can monitor it to make sure it gets smaller instead of larger. Because, you know, I am such a good parent.

OK, no more pus in this entry, I promise.

County fair, let's see. We went on Friday night, after all the truck troubles, and had a good time. They had bumper cars this year, which -- oh my gosh we are SUCH party animals -- we had been hoping and wishing they would, and then when the kids and I went to the fairgrounds to buy ride tickets last week and saw the truck with the bumper car ride actually being pulled onto the grounds to get set up, it was, I am not joking, the highlight of the day. Or maybe even the week. We went out again later to make sure that they hadn't changed their minds just because they knew we wanted this so badly. While we were there, we had to drive kind of close to a trailer and we heard this kind of clattery sound like we'd knocked over a garbage bag, and I half-jokingly-half-freaking-out said, as we were driving the two miles home, that I hoped it hadn't been a PERSON we'd hit, you know, like some passed out carny or something, and it wasn't. No, it was a really large black cargo net kind of thing. This we knew because when we got home and I went to open the trunk, I tripped over it, because it was still attached to our car. We felt like felons, tossing it in the trunk, driving back out to the fairgrounds, tossing it out where we'd accidentally picked it up, and then driving away all calmly, not knowing whether to giggle like maniacs or not. (honestly, I kept thinking about Jennifer and myself and how if this had happened when we were in high school we'd still be talking about it like every time we talked to each other. And snorting with laughter.)

Anyway. Fair. Rides were fun. Pictures I entered did OK but not fantastic. Same with kids' entries. Spent too much on food. Parade was hot and rather boring but a nice fireman gave C a stuffed unicorn. The end.

pictures:

Cautious LT LOVES the Tilt-A-Whirl.


bumper-car madness


more bumper-car madness


the forestry guys had a little-kid obstacle course contest thing set up where they'd put on fireman clothes and run around looking all cute and doing funny things. C had a great time.


(teach YOU to stand there taking pictures of me.)

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