I blame my husbands genesFollow

I've been cracking up about this all day and thought I would share a slice of my life with you guys, so those of you without kids can thank Bob you dont have any, and for those of you who do, can start to wonder if yours will ever do something this stupid. As the title says, I completely blame my husbands genes for this.

If you didnt know already, Xavier has really bad strep. And we're not sure if Ashe has it yet, but he is definitely showing signs. I have to take him into the Drs tomorrow for a diagnoses. Sick and I have been up all night for the past 2 nights, trying to comfort, cool down, medicate, and handle two sick kids. We are both absolutely exhausted.

This morning, I finally passed out at 7:30 after being up all night with Ashe sobbing in my arms. When I woke up a couple of hours later I walked into the living room with a sheep faced Xavier, and Sick sitting there, trying really hard not to laugh. After a bit of probing, Zavi admitted that Sick made him popcorn, and while he was eating it watching tv, he thought it would be a really good idea to stick a kernal of corn in his ear. Where it promptly got stuck. With this confession, Sick just burst out laughing. We then made cracks about Zavi trying to grown an ear of corn and other puns. I tried tweezers with no luck. i tried having him soak in the tub and wriggling his ear hoping it would loosen and come out. No, it's really stuck in there. So tomorrow, instead of one sick visit to the Drs for Ashe, I have to make two.

Ever put something in one of your orfices that was not supposed to be there and have it stuck?

I got a ballbearing stuck in my ear when I was about 6 - and I hated my mum making me go get it removed cause I thought it was cool .

I didn't get anything stuck in any orifices that I can recall, but when I was about 2 or so, I somehow got hold of a tubular curtain rod and was running around the house pretending it was a microphone, singing into it. Predictably--perhaps inevitably--I ended up with the thing in my mouth, fell and scraped all the skin off my hard palate, which made eating and drinking rather traumatic for a while. Luckily, the membranes of the mouth heal quite quickly, but still, I'm rather thankful I can't actually remember this incident, as I'm certain it was exceptionally painful.

no Totem. I know you dont pay attention too often, but Sick is short for Sickabilly, my husbands posting name here. He doesnt post often, but the majority of the Asylumites know him.

I never put anything anywhere willingly, but I'm a younger sister, so my brother stuck a newly sharpened pencil in my temple once to see if the tip would crumble. I still have the dark scar from where the lead broke off. I was two.

Hey, apparently I tried that with my sister (so SHE says) - but in the leg. She's still got a mark too.

Sorry to disappoint you, pedophile.

When I was three I used to pinch those aromatic long thin fleshy leaves off the wormwood bush in the back yard, crush them up and stick them up my nose. Eventually one day the darn leaf lodged itself high up in my nostril and I spent a very difficult, painful and eye watering ten minutes or so digging after it with my little finger.

No one in my family knows about that one.


It's the wrong way round, but at the same age we went often to a friend of my mother's who had a truly lovely house. I spent hours amusing myself just looking at her stuff. For some reason I loved the stairs, and on a couple of occasions my exasperated mum had to rescue me from the staircase, where I had gotten my head stuck between the posts of the elaborately carved banister rails.

I remember tearfully complaining that I just couldn't pull my head out, because my ears were getting in the way, and her replying that if I had gotten my head with my ears forward through the banisters in the first place, then there MUST be a way to get it all out backwards.

Did it involve a hotdog?

Can tell you that he'll realize that he just shouldn't stick something in his ear. He will try the other orifices now.

And, Joph, no, didn't involve a hotdog. A hotdog would have been a step up from what happened to me.

When I was in 4th grade, I was in the school band and we had this all-day concert tour where we went to all of the other elementary schools in our town and played for them. I was seated right in front of the drummer who of course was hitting the drums as hard as he could, and my ears were ringing from it so badly that I could hardly hear anything else. Since I didn't have anything else available, I tore off 2 corners from my sheet music, crumpled them up, and used them as makeshift ear plugs. Unfortunately I made one of them a bit too small, and was unable to pull it out after the concert was done. I went home and tried using tweezers, but only managed to push it in further.

I don't remember if I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about it at the time or if I just figured it would come out on its own, but I didn't tell my parents or doctor about it (I'm surprised the doctor never noticed it when he checked my ears, too). After a few months I completely forgot about the whole incident, until 10 years later when I was a sophomore in college I woke up one morning and felt something large fall out of my ear.