Another Bout of Random Grossness

I know I've already written an exhaustive account of things that gross me out.   Still, I cannot help but give a shout out to the people I see in public that give me ever so many more things to add to the list of all things disgusting. 
Like middle aged men who still wear their class rings.  Or women who wear bulky feminine products with leggings? (Sorry for instilling that gross image in your head.)  How about being stuck in a crowd of Amish men in summer after a hard days work?  Let's just say that perspiration and polyester do not mix well.  Also, I would like to thank the not-so-gentle man who stood beside me long enough to quietly pass gas, only to then dart from the aisle, creating the illusion that I was the smelly one.  Thanks for that.
I'm sure there will be many more things to add to the list, considering that people have (and invent) some pretty gross habits. I am usually the one that's unfortunate enough to witness them.  And maybe you can help.  What tends to make your stomach queasy and gives you the desire to burn your own eyeballs?

Puke is a four letter word

  Four loads of putrid, stinking laundry.  2 baths.  A rancid remnant of River in the van. The fresh air mocks from outside the windows.  I left once.  That was a huge mistake.  I should've stayed inside where my nose was adjusted to the stale smell of sickness that was haunting our home.
  Dry heaves, a crying toddler.  He looked to mommy and daddy for comfort, but the best we could do was rub his back as it arched with voracious heaving.  Poor little guy.  He would grab his stomach when he felt another attack coming on and just mumble his repetitions of mama or dada until it finally came up and out.
  Vomit is volatile and disgusting and should be added to the list of four letter profanities.
   It is now a bad word in this germ infested home.

War Zone

If you look hard enough into the war zone of others hearts, you will find yourself cleverly disguised.
We are all just animalistic in our approach.
Survival of the fittest?

Our human genetics tug and pull us into dangerous behaviors that no one really seems to understand.
I can count the knives...
we are all angry.

But when we can see the child in another's heart, we begin to see ourselves unmasked.
Danger then turns to hunger,
and what you see makes you holler for a savior.

Inspiration, Magic, and Whimsy

These photos are a breath of fresh air.  A moment in time that should be reveled and enjoyed.  There is magic in these moments.  A whisper of quiet and gentle revelation of how good life is and how we need to slurp up every single beautiful moment and engrave it upon our hearts forever.

Tsk Tsk Tsk

These past two months have been a haze of child-induced insomnia, poopy diapers, and running around all crazy outside in the summer heat.  So forgive my absence and believe me when I say I shall kick it into gear once again!  I have found a good routine with the boys, caught a lot more z's, and feel like it is again manageable to blog without it taking away from what is most important, and that of course, is my family.
Goodnight....until next time.