Flowers. Babies, and Gingerbread Men.

For the past few months the theme on my iGoogle page has been a wedding theme, so a few weeks ago I decided since that was a bit outdated, I should change my theme to something new. I found an Anne Geddes flower theme and thought it was cute so I set it as my theme. If you don't know who Anne Geddes is, she is a famous baby photographer who takes pictures of babies, usually in costumes or interesting scenes.

I was on my iGoogle page one day and Daniel saw one of the flower babies and got super freaked out saying that it was creepy(it was not creepy, babies and flowers are not creepy). In hopes to prove that Anne Geddes' pictures were NOT creepy, I searched out more pictures to show to Daniel. After seeing more pictures, he was even more freaked out, claiming this lady was crazy because she "Stole newborn babies, washed them off and stuck them in a flower!" Most of the babies do look fairly young, but I'm sure she didn't steal them, and she probably had the doctor wash them off. I was determined to find a picture he thought was cute(the pumpkin babies fared pretty well), when I came across this:

That is an Asian baby, dressed as a gingerbread man!!!!! As many of you know, one of my life goals is to acquire an Asian baby, and after I saw this picture, I wanted one dressed as a gingerbread man. For days I have been bugging Daniel to bring me home an Asian gingerbread baby when he came home from work. To my dismay, the gingerbread baby never came.

Daniel and I sometimes e-mail each other while he is at work, since he can't really have his phone and he is at the computer a lot during his downtime. After sending him a picture of a pygmy marmoset (they are cute and I am random), he told me that he had something for me, and sent me this:

My very own Asian gingerbread baby! It made me laugh so hard I nearly forgot that I had requested a real one.

If you need a thank you so bad....

You can have your present back!

Who came up with the concept of a thank you card anyway!? Granted we have thank you cards, cute ones at that, and we will send them at some point, but honestly I should not be pestered to get my thank you cards out! If you came to my reception, you saw me, I hugged you, I said thank you in person. We had a beautiful spread of food for you to eat. Is that not thanks enough? You want a cold meaningless piece of paper? Really? I don't think I will ever understand thank you cards, if it were up to me, I wouldn't send them at all. If you are so desperate for that meaningless piece of paper, really, you can have your present back. I'm appreciative, I already said that, and aren't the best presents the kind that you don't expect a thank you in return?  Something you were happy to give and the knowledge that you helped someone should be thanks enough. Isn't that the point of gifts? To give and not receive? Apparently not, because I have a giant stack of cards that must mean otherwise. People annoy me. I'm done with my rant. Thank you.

Oh My Daniel.

I'm sure most, if not all of you, have heard that Daniel hurt himself the other day. However, you have not all heard the whole story, which I intend to tell you now.

I was slicing potatoes with the mandolin for dinner, when Daniel insisted on helping. He always helps to cook and clean, but this time I felt his hidden motives. I'm a slow slicer when using a mandolin; they are great tools, but I know about 50 million people who have cut themselves on one. Daniel is a fast slicer. He had to work that night and wanted to eat before he left. He saw my slow slicing and I think it made him a bit insecure about the situation. I started working on another food item for the dinner, and after about 5 seconds of slicing I hear a fairly calm "oh crap". I turn to see my beautiful potatoes being contaminated by pinky blood. Daniel had just become the 50,000,001st person I know to cut themselves on one of those things! Contrary to popular belief, I did not freak out. Yelling "COME HERE! COME HERE!" While running to the bathroom and trying to rip open the never used, still in it's plastic first aid. Followed by "PUT PRESSURE ON IT! KEEP PRESSURE ON IT!" is not freaking out, it's simply handling the situation.

We wrapped the pinky up, in some gauze and bandaids, but it quickly bled through. We wrapped it up again and I finished dinner while Daniel sat on the couch. He had one hand in the air (you are supposed to keep bleeding things above your heart if possible), the other hand operating the PS3 controller while he finished the level he was working on before the hidden motives potato slicing had begun. We ate dinner (Yes, we still ate the potatoes, I threw out the bloody ones and cooked up the rest!), wrapped up the pinky one more time, really well this time, kept Daniel prepared with extra bandaids, and sent him to work.

I hadn't heard anything from Daniel in 5 hours. No news is good news right? I figured the bandaids worked out and everything was fine. I had asked Daniel for the parental permission code for our Wii, so I could try and connect to someone's internet so that my brother could send me my Mii, so when I got a text from "My Love" I figured he was just getting the code to me. Instead I read "I am in the ER". Um what!? Now, let's get a few things straight. It had been about 6 hours since the potato incident, that's a long time, I figured if he was going to go to the hospital for that, it would have been a few hours ago. Also, Daniel works in the Infectious Disease department and his lead is currently in quarantine for malaria. He could have easily (well, not easily, but much more easily than most people) gotten a disease on him. Lastly, This is Daniel we are talking about, he does weird, crazy stuff on a regular basis. I come to find out, he just hadn't stopped bleeding. Not as bad as something else happening, but I was still worried, for Daniel, and the emergency room bill we would soon be getting.

After Daniel went into see the Doctor, they tried to put pressure on it and hold it above his heart to see if it would stop bleeding on it's own(Really dude, it had been 7 hours by then! I don't think it's just going to stop). They finally gave in and decided to cauterize (there was a chunk missing, so there was no way they could stitch it). When they took a closer look, it was cut through a vein, so it wouldn't have stopped bleeding on it's own. He asked for the cauterized tool (pen, stick, pole?), but they wouldn't let him take it with him, so after a 3 hour ER excursion, he returned to work. On his return home in the morning, I found out that he had told me, and his two best friends he was in the ER, but not his mother. After convincing him that he should probably tell his mom, he sent her a text that read:  "So, I was in the ER last night." Ah, that's my man.

Back to Blogging.

I consider myself a fairly good story teller. Correct me if I am wrong, but I have been told I have the ability to take a fairly mundane circumstance and turn it into a interesting anecdote. That's what I originally created this blog for, talking about my fairly mundane life and and sharing it in a more exciting and entertaining way. For example, I am quite proud of my Journey's into Geekdom post awhile back. I, however have been ignoring my blog for one reason or another. I have decided I need to get back to my blogging, and share my mundane life with the world! (Or the 3 or 4 people that actually read this). Look for something interesting to come soon!