romantic evening with jason.... we leave our kids with the in-laws and were headed off to jason's hockey game in delisle. hoping for a nice bonding time of heartfelt conversation.

jason goes to the rink to pack up equipment, then is coming to pick me up. i get in the truck and sitting, completely squished in, are three men. yee-ha!!! now i have a two hour drive with 'Big B' (that name should say it all, but in case it doesn't, he's a three hundred pound guy who hauls pigs), Jim (65 years old and i've never heard him speak, even now) and the coach, Lynn (who just got a satellite road and all he wants was for Jason to turn the radio to maxim, howard stern, or raw dog comedy channel)

so this is great conversation for two hours and then the whole game i was dreading the two hours on the way home.

now, tell me, do i not have a romantic husband??? in all fairness, he just has a kind heart, unlike myself, and felt sorry for them and offered them a ride.

potatoe salad.... some just have to have it. well, my hubby is one of those who will eat it at all costs. and now, it has claimed him twice with 12 hour fits of very violent puking.... but the love affair lives on.

jason decided to not take a lunch i had so graciously offered to make him, 'because big boys don't take bag lunches to their hockey games', so instead he dove into a 23 day old sub from 7 eleven and some 'grey' potatoe salad. quite satisfied, he topped that off with some wings later on in the evening and then for the frosting on the cake, potatoe wedges dipped in ranch dressing.

he gets home from his game around 1:30 in the morning, and is just tossing and turning, trying his best to keep all that good nutrition in his belly. finally, the battle ends at 4:00 am and the whole house is woken up to what we all believe to be someone stabbing him to death. this continued, on the hour, every hour, until i took him at 5:00 the next evening to the hospital for a gravel needle. it had to be done, there was only so much puking i could listen too.

i do feel sorry for him though, cuz i was not very sympathetic, seeings how he did bring this on himself and forced me to take two kids to church by myself.

i also have concluded that men are horrible pukers.... they think truly that they are going to die, like puking alone has claimed millions of lives and they are next. he gets the usual 'i puked for three months with brandon and three months with ethan, don't even tell me you can't move!!!'

i know, you all feel sorry for jason and want to come and pamper him because he deserves better!!! i've heard it before, from the nurses at the hospital to everyone i know.... don't even tell me!!