tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post6906611798316876091..comments2019-09-03T14:49:49.580-07:00Comments on No Trade Jack: It's Either The Flu Or The Oversized Quesadilla I Ate For DunchNo Trade Jackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18301563972781415168noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post-7116885039376462962015-11-11T22:09:06.815-08:002015-11-11T22:09:06.815-08:00Those were both my favorites, too! I just finished...Those were both my favorites, too! I just finished doing newspaper print nails on myself and one of my daughters tonight. You should google it! They are amazing! Thank you for reading, Sandra!No Trade Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301563972781415168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post-2348091227565302272015-11-11T18:29:36.393-08:002015-11-11T18:29:36.393-08:00Oh Honey I'm about as creative as a bag of nai...Oh Honey I'm about as creative as a bag of nails (I know, that's not even a saying, I made it up). I love that you are becoming nail techy that is absolutely cool, and I want to do that too now! I was a big fan of the crayon nails, but my fave were the nails with the kite.Sandrahttp://www.sandracharron.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post-71351041120274369262015-11-06T08:39:38.049-08:002015-11-06T08:39:38.049-08:00I used to feel so bad when my kids would get peopl...I used to feel so bad when my kids would get people sick but now I think I have more of a "You knew what you were getting into by visiting us," mentality. No Trade Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301563972781415168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post-90496767755821048502015-11-06T08:02:24.715-08:002015-11-06T08:02:24.715-08:00Years back, we had the stomach bug from hell hit o...Years back, we had the stomach bug from hell hit our household. It hit us one by one. I remember I scrambled to get a bunch of stuff done because I knew it was inevitable, I knew my number was coming up. Oh and it did. I was the last one and it hit me hard. I lived on the bathroom floor for two days. On that second day, Gerald sort of toed me, maybe seeing if I was still alive, and asked if I was ever gonna get up. It was just so awful. What made matters worse was my parents coming shortly after we had all recovered. I bleached every thing, every surface I could think of, before their arrival. Thought all was good when they left, only to get a call from my dad that my mom was hit! While they were on their 4 hour car trip home. I still feel guilty about that one. My dad got sick as well but he wasn't as bad as my mom. Yep, tis the season.kdcolhttp://www.crankoutloud.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post-9957554193369260922015-11-05T07:53:16.436-08:002015-11-05T07:53:16.436-08:00I love your long comments! It makes me wish I was ...I love your long comments! It makes me wish I was more thought provoking when I leave a comment on your blog. I will never look at the theater or carrots the same again. Even whole carrots. I'll just end up imagining them diced and then in the bottom of my toilet bowl. Good thing I hate carrots!!No Trade Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18301563972781415168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8299141467322120025.post-21658482733574533352015-11-05T07:29:09.447-08:002015-11-05T07:29:09.447-08:00Vomiting is an incredibly unpleasant experience, i...Vomiting is an incredibly unpleasant experience, in spite of what a friend of mine said about how if you get down on all fours and straighten your spine and aim directly into the toilet it can be almost as enjoyable as a good bowel movement.<br />Many years ago, though, I learned to love vomit. I don't like to throw up or be around someone else throwing up or smell it or have anything to do with it but I can't hear, read, or see anything about vomit without thinking of the great Billy Connolly's hilarious routine about how you always throw up diced carrots. It doesn't matter if it's been years since you ate diced carrots. When the hell did you eat diced carrots anyway? How often do you go up to a salad bar and say, "Give me some diced carrots and while you're at it give me some tomato skins"? <br />Read all that in a thick Scottish accent and try not to laugh. And I'm the sort of person who surrounds himself with friends who, if I puke, will immediately say "diced carrots!" <br />Laughing while you're doing the technicolor yawn does actually make it a little more enjoyable. At least it takes the stress off.<br />One more fun fact about blowing chunks: it's not clear how "vomit" came to mean driving the porcelain bus or calling Ralph on the porcelain phone but the term comes from "vomitorium" which was not, as you may have heard, a place where Romans would go and purge. A vomitorium is "“A passage or opening in an ancient amphitheatre or theatre, leading to or from the seats."<br />Maybe someone tossed their lunch or shouted at their shoes and thought, hey, that looks a lot like a huge crowd exiting an amphitheater.<br />The wide entryways in theaters between seating sections are still called vomitoriums, or just "voms" by the way. Enjoy your next trip to the theater.<br />I should probably do an entire post of my own on barfing instead of leaving such a long comment here.Christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10320886074658710855noreply@blogger.com