little angry things

So I have been slacking in the blog department lately. Not just because I've been super busy between work and Relay for Life stuff, but also because I am lacking in post ideas and such with nothing really exciting happening this way (and no time to try new recipes/crafts).

But then the other day several little things happened that annoy me to no end, you know, those little things that just make you angrier than they should. And I thought, hey I wonder if these things anger other people to. So with nothing else to talk about and a honest curiosity if I am the only one who HATES these little things, I present to you: angry little things. 


1. When your bra strap or purse strap will NOT stay where it is supposed to
I get so irrationally angry when I have to keep dragging my bra strap up on my arm or if my heavy purse keeps coming loose off my shoulder. Sadly, my favorite Longchamp bag hardly ever stays on my shoulder because of this.

it obviously ticks off this lady too 
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2. When I bump my shins on a shopping cart
I sadly do this almost every time I use a shopping cart. Apparently my arms hold the cart too close for my legs to not slam into the little bar on the bottom of the cart. It hurts so bad and always make me holler out in pain as other people glance awkwardly at me.

3. When people "talk" to their kids on Facebook when they aren't even old enough to see/read it.

This will probably really make some people angry at me, but WHHYY do people talk to their kids on Facebook when the kids are not only not even ON Facebook but also not old enough to read? Why would I tell Sawyer I love him via Facebook status when I could just tell him that in person? It's one thing to say, "man, I love my kid" or "Sawyer manged to eat an entire box of playdoh today, WTF?" on the Book, but addressing him as if he will actually read and decipher a Facebook status? It baffles and for some mysterious reason angers me. Why does it make me angry and why do I care what other people choose to put on their Facebook? Another mystery.

4. When people leave their turn signals on LONG after they've turned.
I feel like this needs no explanation.

5. When water bottles are SO flimsy that you can't open them without soaking yourself in water

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I get it water bottle companies, you want to use recycled plastic but SERIOUSLY you couldn't find a plastic that won't bend and push water up around the cap every time I try to open my water? Thank goodness I use my Bubba Keg for water refills at home & work instead of buying bottled water.

What little things make you irrationally angry?

winter blues

Eastern North Carolina has gotten a TON of snow/ice (by our standards at least) and being cooped up inside, wearing giant snow jackets and having the driest skin imaginable has made me a cranky little lady.

I have visions of slipping away to tropical locales, but lack the funds for such adventures.

So, I have been playing "laying out on the beach" music all day to try to improve my spirits and I've decided to share those songs with you. Enjoy and stay warm out there y'all!

the crayon.

As you may have seen on my instagram & twitter, Sawyer is obviously trying to make sure he has at least one hospital visit a year (and has so far been successful in this quest). 

On Friday night, I picked up take-out, and Josh and I had extravagant plans to catch-up on all the shows that are overloading our DVR right now, typical Friday night in the Edmondson household.

We set Sawyer up with his food on his little table in his playroom and were going to let him watch his TV while we ate and watched ours. About halfway through “Vikings” we heard a crash and a cry.

We went running into the playroom and Sawyer was standing up, screaming, “There’s a crayon in my nose.”

the culprit (it was in a fire-truck themed pack of crayons, hence the weird name)

At first, we didn't believe him. We couldn't see a crayon anywhere and we keep all the crayons in a bowl on the mantle so he can’t get to them without our help. But, after wrestling with him for a good 15 minutes we got him to lay still enough for us to see a yellow crayon wayyy up in his nostril. He has apparently put a crayon in his nose then fell, jamming it up further and breaking it off in his nose.

So, we grabbed our stuff and went out the door to the emergency room. We got in fairly quickly to a room only to have 3 nurses try to hold Sawyer down while a doctor continuously tried to free the crayon. They tried to suction it out, force air through his mouth to make him breath hard out of his nose and then tried going up his nose with a special tool to pull it out, with no luck.

Sawyer screamed, “Mommy, daddy help me pllleeasasee!” as he was held down and underwent all the attempts to remove the crayon. He sneezed blood, cried, had snot EVERYWHERE and still no crayon.  It broke our hearts and I shed my fair share of tears as well.

The doctor said, “I’m sorry guys, he’s going to have to go to an ENT. The crayon is too sharp and wedged too well so high in his nasal cavity.”

So, we went home, went to sleep (fairly easily considering he had a foreign body in his nose) and set our alarms to meet an ENT at his office on Saturday morning.

Once we got to the ENT, he immediately knew Sawyer was going to have to be admitted to the hospital and put under anesthesia to try to remove the crayon. In a whirlwind of activity, we got admitted and barely got settled in our room before he was being called down to pre-op. Sawyer was terrified. He asked every person that touched him, “Are you going to hurt me?!”

The surgeon came and explained that he would be putting a breathing tube down Sawyer’s throat since they would be overwhelming his nose with tools to extract the crayon and that the “surgery” shouldn't take any longer than 20 minutes. We only waited in the surgical waiting room for about 15 minutes before we got a page saying Sawyer was already out and crying for his daddy (of course).

He woke up like a crazy person from his anesthesia (which is what he has done when he had his tubes out both times and his adenoids) but his only complaint was a sore throat from the breathing tube.

Apparently, the crayon was half an inch long and jammed super far in his cavity. Who knew something so small could be so dangerous?

We finally got discharged from the hospital around 3pm and he was already back to his usual self. We celebrated the removal of the crayon by flying kites and playing on the big hill at my Papa Dude’s house on Sunday!