Skunk in the Barnyard

Forget quorums, majority votes, Robert's Rules of Order, parliamentary procedure, democracies and oligarchies...this is how we make major decisions around here:

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"Skunk in the Barnyard - PEE-YEW"
"Somebody ate it...that's you!"

Katy-bird will wear strawberry lip gloss to school. Case closed. No prisoners.

Shogun Hair and Manly Gowns

Yesterday was a lesson in extreme patience as Husband went into Big Hospital for a scheduled heart catheter ablation. After his last bout with heart atrial fibrillation, his EKGs were sent over to an cardiac electrophysiologist who determined that Big D has "atrial fibrillation Wolf Parkinson Waite (WPW) syndrome with antidromic/antegrade conduction through an accessory pathway". Which basically means the wiring in his heart is haywire and should he go into a-fib again, the electrical conduction paths have a higher likelihood of leading to ventricular fibrillation which means you collapse and die without immediate medical attention.

Sounded dire so we elected for him to get back into his manly mint green hospital gown and have the catheter ablation whereby the doctors go in through the femoral veins and the neck, try to induce arrhythmia, and find the accessory pathways and shut them down.

Only Big D's heart wouldn't go into a-fib. They tried for three hours and used lots of adrenaline with no luck. What do you know? White boy finally found his rhythm!

So they closed Husband up and he had to lie still for six hours. All told, we spent 12 hours at Big Hospital and still run the same risk of his heart freaking out on him like it did before. The good news is that if the doctors couldn't induce a-fib with everything they were pumping into him, then it should mean that his heart won't easily go into a-fib. The other good news is that Big Hospital got wireless internet so I was able to almost finish season one of "Arrested Development" on Hulu.com.

The video is Big D trying to see if he could hold his breath and get the machine to beep that his respirations were bottoming out. Can you tell he is bored? Oh yes, and also, when I asked him how I looked (wrong question to ask any guy but especially at 6 AM while he is lying in a bed awaiting surgery AND I didn't do a whole lot to my hair), he tells me "you look like a shogun". I think he means samurai but either way, he sure knows how to flatter a girl. Good thing my love language is acts of service and not verbal affirmation!

Squirrels Race with Haerr-balls

This past weekend, we entered Eli and Kate in their first ever "Kids Triathlon" being held down by Aunt Susan's and Uncle Shannon's and Aunt Bethany's and Uncle Toffee's. Proceeds from the race (which also included the adult version) were to benefit Susan and Shannon's ranch for disadvantaged or disabled kids and adults.

We knew Eli would be fine with the 100 meter swim, 1 mile bike, and 1/2 mile run but were less sure how Kate would do. Kate acts like it will KILL her to have to pick up her toys or walk down the driveway to get the mail (granted, our driveway is a half mile long but still...). Kate has just learned how to ride with no training wheels and getting started is always a little precarious as she wobbles and careens for several feet before finally gathering enough leg strength to stay upright.

But alas, both girls jumped in with enthusiasm, no doubt aided by the fact that their cousins Hattie Rabbit, Aber Baber, and Lena Bean were all veterans to the event. Lena and Kate were the only ones in the same age group competing against each other and luckily Susan, who had run the triathlon just minutes before, was able to get into the pool with both girls and keep them from drowning as they completed the swim portion of the race. Then off to the bike ride! Husband worked them through the transition area (while I ran behind with the camera) and then he went running after Kate (literally...he ran the route) and escorted Eli back. Then ran back out to catch up with Kate and finished running with her in the 1/2 mile run portion. Perhaps Husband could just enter the race next year. At least he would get a medal for all the running he did that day!Eli came in first out of a group of...ahem...one...in the 8-year-old female division. Kate came in first out of two in the 6-year-old female division. Lena came in second. She may hit Kate in the knee before next year to even out the competition. Hattie came in first out of one in the 9-year-old female division and Abe came in first out of one in the 7-year-old boy division (are we seeing a pattern?). So the great news is that this race is small enough that all 19 kids who were in it got a medal. Now that's MY kind of triathlon!

(Props to Aunt Bethany whose team won FIRST in the team division - she was like greased lightning in the pool, Aunt Susan who won 2nd in her age division, and Uncle Shannon who won 2nd in his age division. I will spare them by not posting pictures of them racing without their permission).

Napoleon Dynamite - Juror Panel 2

After years of moving around enough to successfully dodge it, the dreaded summons came...JURY DUTY! Now, if my only court experience had been watching endless reruns of "Law and Order", I would have been excited for the juicy fodder of being on a jury. But alas, after seeing adoption court, which is a bunch of people, all not looking at each other, mumbling things while staring at their laptops, I knew court is super boring.

I sent a request out for ideas on how to get out of jury duty to my Facebook friends. They didn't disappoint. I share their advice:

"Tell them the only justice you believe in is vigilante justice." - Susan H (my sister...she's not right in the head).

"You could try bringing a stuffed animal and suck your thumb and answer every question in a tweety bird voice...I tink I taw a waywer!!" - Camille K

"Tell them you think Perry Mason was the first Reality TV Show. I actually had a friend dismissed from jury duty when they asked if anyone thought it would be like Perry Mason, he raised his hand." - Steve and Sharon H

"Just tell them that your instructions from the federation leader on planet Lyborg Q-854 are to politely decline the invitation. Or you could just stuff a bunch of steak knives in your purse before you go through security, but I'd prefer not to visit you in county lock-up!" - Dena M (my SIL...she's not right in the head either)

"Tell them your dog said you can't come without him because he's your legal representation and bring the dog with you." - Camille K (her 2nd option)

"Another line you could try to get the boot: "The best jury is a hung jury." - Joe M (my BIL husband to Dena M...evidently warped minds attract warped minds)

In the end, I decided to go all "Napoleon Dynamite" for the day. I even debated wearing my "Vote for Pedro" t-shirt (yes, I have one thanks to my little sister Erin) but thought that would be too obvious. So I went fresh from the shower, hair not even remotely done, no makeup, ratty jeans, a old brown "RAGBRAI 1973" t-shirt, and flip flops. I tried to look as homeless and hungover as possible except when the question came up as to whether or not I was friends with, had relatives that were, or lived next to law enforcement officers. I dug up every connection I possible had and changed my outward demeanor to one of members of the Montana militia.

I looked around the rest of the room and realized that there were lots of kooks, though. I mean you had your regular Corporate people who furiously typed on their Blackberries, tromped around in heels, and otherwise looked like they were far above this lowly position of juror. Then there was the militant NRA members who just wanted somebody to hang. And your harried housewives who were trying to arrange additional days of childcare for their brood. And the ones who felt full disclosure was best when the question of "Have you ever been a party to a court case?" came up and they went into vast detail about how their husband had been accused of embezzling and was wrongly sentenced and blah de blah de blah.

In the end, my "Napoleon Dynamite" persona was dismissed from having to serve on Panel #2 and I was promptly thanked for my time. But I am saving my "Vote for Pedro" t-shirt in case I get summoned again.