Yes, that’s right. It has been a week of follies here in the world of Brooke. Before I get to embarassing myself, I’ll first catch up on the daily goings around here. We’ve done lots more unpacking, cleaning, decorating, and organizing around here. In fact, I bought a patio set this past weekend from Craigslist, and I’m excited about that. Also, on Friday night, I bought some new fun stuff for the house like a shower curtain and a toy organizer/shelf thingie for Kynlee’s loft. So her loft finally actually looks like a gameroom instead of a dumpster. Progress, people, progress! We have the spare bedroom set up, and my closet is organized, now, too. Weeee! Oooh, and in addition to all of that, my dad found a garage door opener on Craigslist for FREE! So he installed that last week. I know, I know, all of this is so exciting that you might pee yourself.
Wednesday night Kynlee’s Aunt and Uncle Matt and Wendy came to visit, we had dinner and they got to visit with her. She was eating up the attention, as usual. They live in Colorado now, so Kynlee doesn’t get to see them all that often. It was nice visiting with them. 


On to a not-so-fun note, Kynlee got sick. AGAIN. I swear, she has been sick 80% of the time that she’s been in daycare. In 3 weeks time, she had double ear infection, swine flu, and then on Saturday morning, after a week of being NOT sick, she wakes up with fever. And vomiting. Awesome. My poor baby. We were supposed to go to my school’s carnival that day, but obviously that didn’t happen since the wee one was not feeling well. She thankfully woke up Sunday morning fever-free, and has been fine since then…knock on wood….hopefully it was just a 24 hour bug.
Ok, so now my silly stories of the week. We’ll go in chronological order.
Wednesday: I was running late to work, and so by the time I had gotten to school, there were no parking spots left. We have a VERY small parking lot at work, so sometimes I park in the grass or the parking lot next door. This particular morning, I decided to park in the grass right next to the door where I go in the building. Fast forward to 4:00. I walk out to my car. It’s pouring rain. My car is sitting in a puddle. A very big puddle. I can hardly see my front tires anymore. Deep breath. Walk through the puddle to my car door, while trying to get footing wherever I can. Swing open car door, throw bags in car. Jump in car, attemping to not get wet. Unsuccessful. Start car. Put car in reverse. Step on gas. Sink further into mud. Put car in drive. Step on gas. Sink even further into mud. Repeat each step 3-4 times. Give up. Call into the school, secretary answers. Ask her to please not laugh at me. She promises. Tell her I’m stuck in the mud. Ask if anyone in there has any ideas of what I should do. Five minutes later both of our school secretaries are outside helping me, one of them knee deep in mud, all of our shoes are off by this point because of the life-sucking mud. Tammie, one secretary, attempts wedging huge flat rocks underneath my tires to give it some leverage and create some friction. Attempt one: fail. Attempt two: fail. Attempt three: ok, you get the picture. We then decide it’s time to push the car in addition to the rock under the tires and me accelerating. Rocks wedged under tire: check. Secretaries pushing car: check. Brooke putting the pedal to the metal: check. Car getting out of the mud: fail. Soooo, FINALLY, after we were ready to give up and me have to call a tow truck, a few cars drove by and some angels dressed as men got out of their car, and basically without a word, walked to the front of my car and pushed it out. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. Thank goodness for good samaritans! Anyway, long story short…I will not be parking in the grass anytime soon. Yeah. Shut up.
**Disclaimer** the next 2 stories might contain TMI. this is your warning. if you don’t want to get gross pictures in your head, stop now.
Follie #2: Monday (yesterday). It’s Red Ribbon week at school, so the theme for yesterday was camouflage. So, I put on my camo shirt and some khaki pants (because i didn’t have any camo pants and I didn’t realize we could wear jeans during red ribbon week). Anyway, I go through my day like any other day. Teach, plan, teach, eat, teach, etc. You get the picture. Well, 3:00 rolls around and I sit down on the stool next to my projector to write down that evening’s homework. As I sit, I notice something funny in my….er….lap? Well, upon closer inspection, it wasn’t something in my lap…it was my underwear. My black underwear. How am I seeing my black underwear, you ask? Oh, well, please let me explain. You see, my underwear were visible because there WAS A BASEBALL SIZED HOLE IN THE CROTCH OF MY PANTS! Yep. I rock at life. Thank god my teammate Helena was kind enough to dismiss my class as I attempted to staple my pants back together and then run from the school in quiet shame.
Follie #3: After running from work in complete and utter embarassment, I get into my car and start driving to pick up Kynlee from daycare. Of course, first I have to wrap a jacket around my waist as not to flash my undies to everyone at her daycare. After getting her back into the car, I was driving home to shower and change before Keno night. Some women at school invited me to be part of their Keno night once a month, so I was really looking forward to hanging out with them. I had already bought the gift for it, too (a cute pumpkin candle holder, and a battery-operated “autumn spice” scented candle to go inside the pumpkin). So, about 2 minutes into the drive home, I become overwhelmed with a wave of nausea. I’m driving right past my parents house as this happens, so I pull over to their house just in time to run inside and barely made it to barf in the toilet. Apparently I caught whatever bug Kynlee had. Great. So now I have to cancel Keno, and somehow make it home. My mom said to leave Kynlee over there, and Richie could just pick her up when he got out of class. So I drove home and spent the majority of the evening in the bathroom. Richie comes home with Kynlee at about 7:00 and gets her ready for bed. He gives me gatorade, some crackers, and even washes my hair for me. Yeah, he’s a keeper. But it doesn’t end there. After the bath, I’m laying in bed and the tummy starts gurgling again (sorry, but you were warned about the TMI). I rush to the bathroom, sit on the toilet…and then puke all over the bathroom floor. A LOT. Apparently my tummy didn’t agree with the red gatorade. So as I’m crying and apologizing and throwing up, he comes in the bathroom without batting an eye and just starts cleaning everything up. Takes all the rugs and towels down to the wash and comes back upstairs to take care of me. So…my night in a nutshell was a true testament to our love…he has now witnessed almost every bodily function I can produce, and he STILL wants to be with me.
The bright side to each of the stories are the wonderful people who helped me out! My coworkers who helped get me out of the mud, the men who pushed the car, my teammate who covered for my class, and my boyfriend who didn’t run from my spewing bodily functions. Ahhhh, there’s always silver lining, isn’t there?