You have a bead where?!

I went to a women's family reunion with my husband's mother in Portland, OR over Labor Day weekend. It was a blast. I got to meet a whole bunch of family that I hadn't met before and we did some really cool things. We did some wine tasting at a couple of wineries and took a dinner cruise on the Willamette river.

On the last night of the get together, a psychic came to the party and gave readings. I thought it would be a fun experience, having never consulted a psychic before. My mother in law had been to one a very long time ago and got some spot on information about her life. I never intended it to be a serious thing and didn't plan on consulting her again after the reunion was over. But she gave some pretty amazing readings to a lot of people. Hearing what she said to some , and how many of those predictions had come to fruition, was just spooky. (There's a link to her website to the right in case you are interested). When it came to be my turn, she gave me some information about my job, my husband and my kids. Something incredible was supposed to happen with my career in only nine weeks time! Well, it never happened, and most of what she predicted for me just never made it to reality. But finally, I have one thing I can say has finally come true. She predicted that I would have some minor medical emergencies with my children that would sending me speeding for the nearest urgent care and/or emergency room.

Yesterday, KC put a bead in his nose. I didn't see him do it. I only heard the words "nose" and "bead" and I knew enough. His little finger was slightly bloodied from his own attempts to dig it out. With a steady hand and a flashlight, I plopped him up on the counter and peered up his nostrils to see a green bead perched just out of reach. I tried to get it out myself with a pair of tweezers, but I only managed to push it up even further. So I cancelled my plans to take my friend out for her birthday and trotted off to urgent care for the nose bead-ectomy.

I could tell the doctor was trying not to laugh too much. I'm sure she has seen her share of this. But we happened to get the same doctor who only a few months ago removed a bead from my daughter's ear. In all fairness to me, I didn't know the bead was in her ear. I had taken here there with a fever and a sore throat. KA claimed she didn't know how it got there. It was only discovered accidentally. But the doctor must wonder why we still allow beads in our house.

My first order of business this morning was to vacuum between and underneath the couch cushions. Slowly but surely, I will rid my house of all signs of beads.