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What is it with you Americans and bacon?

I have been meaning to ask you this for AGES, but keep forgetting.  What is the deal with you Americans and bacon? I keep seeing blog posts and twitter updates talking about bacon and how lovely it is. It is almost as if it is either a special treat, or something you aren't supposed to eat or ... I am not sure what actually. It has intrigued me for a while.  Because here bacon is something you have with your eggs and that's it.  Nothing to get excited about. I see Heather from Dooce mentions it sometimes. About loving bacon.  And Stephania from City Mama also mentioned in a tweet the other day.  "at MOMocrats brunch. mmmm bacon" What's the deal with bacon? Enquiring mind wants to know.

Edited to add: Funnily enough, just bought bacon at the shop. I never eat the stuff as I am not a big meat eater. But Marko and Rose eat it. This is what our bacon looks like (before we cut the fat off) Oh and we don't often make our bacon crispy, it is mostly soft.

PS Your bacon must be VERY very good in order to justify bacon flavoured ice cream.

Edited to add again:  What a brilliant article!  A commenter linked to this brilliant Salon article that explains America's love of bacon. So funny. I had no idea it was such a big thing there.  Fascinating actually. Such an interesting insight into your culture. Very well written article.

PPS I can't believe I have done an entire blog post about bacon. I've never even thought about the stuff before. See! You're never too old to learn.

Update on the ailing Albertyns

Let's start with the biggest baby first:  After a full day of uninterrupted lying in bed and whimpering sadly to himself, (not that I am resentful, oh no!), Marko has made a full recovery.  Praise the lord.

Poor Kate, she is not a happy camper. I called the Paed yesterday and he said to get some Nystatin cream, which I did. Seems to be helping. Then, I called the ENT this morning and said that I wanted to bring Kate in.  Even though the fever has broken, I just want to make sure she is ok.  She has been MISERABLE from hell, just crying and moaning the whole time. Refusing to eat.  The ENT said she is physically ok, it is just a pain management issue.  So we have upped her pain medication and hopefully she will turn the corner soon.  Of course, this morning, just as I managed to stop the moaning for five minutes, she slammed her fingers in the drawer.  Sigh. 

Adam has been in a sterling mood for the last few days, thank goodness!  It is funny how my twins seem to know that when the one is being super needy, the other one needs to give mom a bit of a break.

As for me, there is no time for the mother to be sick / tired / dying. So I soldier on. 

Sorry for boring you with the very boring tales of my very boring life. I would love to be more interesting, but right now this is how boring my life is. Blech.

A question

Poor Kate. I really do feel sorry for her.  All the antibiotics have given her a yeast infection.  She is taking a probiotic, but does anyone have any advice for the yeast infection? Can you use specific yeast infection medication for young girls? Over the counter or do you need a prescription for it? 

And the fun continues….

I have just poured myself a glass of wine and it is only 3:23 in the afternoon. And I don’t even care. I’ve had such a KAK (Afrikaans for fucking terrible) week, that if it is either wine or hacking at my wrist with a blunt butter knife. Or my foot up my husband’s backside, but that’s another story.

I wrote yesterday that I was a bit worried about Kate, she wasn’t herself, even taking into account the fact that she had just had an operation. Last night she had a raging fever and this morning I took her to casualty. She has a post operative infection in the tonsil area. The doctor said ‘just as well you brought her in’. I told him I knew something wasn’t right. He has given her new antibiotics and hopefully we will see a difference in 48 hours. Only another 48 hours on top of the WHOLE FUCKING WEEK. I want to cry. I am so tired, so depleted. It feels like this whole week of so called recovery has been a waste. 

And then to top it all, I decide to take the kids and the dogs for a walk so that they can get out the house and Marko can watch his Formula 1 qualifying in peace, and firstly Adam rides his bike flat out into my leg, scraping all the skin off the inside of my leg and just about breaking my ankle (and then makes ME apologize to HIM for upsetting him when I cried out in pain) and two seconds later, Bruno knocks Kate over in his excitement and she goes face first into the tar, bloody lip and all. 

I scooped everyone up, marched inside, shouted at Marko to get up and poured myself a glass of wine. Please can this week just end already!

Would you like a side order of puke with that?

I am climbing the walls here! What a week. Let me recap for those who might not be following the minutia of our daily existence:

Monday am: Kate tonsils out

Monday pm: Me puking lungs out

Tuesday all day: Me on death bed, Kate and Adam on top of me, Marko at work

Wednesday all day: Kate ok, me puke and poop free but missing my voice. Marko leaves on a business trip.

Thursday: Kate ok. Me sore throat and still not 100%.  Adam pukes several times in Woollies car park and all over my pants and shoes. Marko still away.

Thursday night: Marko arrives back home. Adam wakes at 1am and 2am not feeling well. One of his parents gets up to give him medicine etc. The other one can be heard snoring under the covers. Kate wakes up at 4am with a raging temperature. The same parent gets up again to strip her down, give her medicine and wait for temp to subside. Snoring continues from other parent. After much musical beds, the parent who is still wondering around in her gown at 5am manages to sleep for an hour in Kate’s bed.

Friday morning: Kate wakes up at 6am feeling a bit better, wants to watch TV. Marko goes to work. Adam wakes up at 8 am and pukes again.

Current status: Adam seems to have recovered, but Kate is very lethargic. Bit worrying actually. About to call doctor and get advice. Hate it when my kids are sick, so worrying.

I am SOOOOO sick of sick kids, sick me and being stuck inside! I HATE WINTER.

Signed: Little Ms Bundle of Joy 

On the mend

(Updated to add: the panic in my voice was because Kate was about to sink her teeth in Adam's back!)

We are on the mend.  Some of us a bit faster than others.  Please forgive my voice in this video - along with the puking sessions, I seem to have misplaced my voice as well. V attractive.  You will also notice how Kate mentions the medicine up the bum bit a few times.  She is not at all impressed with those pain suppositories.  I suppose I wouldn't be either.  Oh, and apologies about the abrupt end. We had a slight disagreement of sorts. It didn't end well.

Blah

Did an update post and I lost it.  Too cross and tired to another one.

In a nutshell - operation went fine, Kate already on the mend.  Me = as sick as a dog for the last 24 hours with some kind of bug. Been puking non stop.  Not a happy camper. 

I still don't know what they wear under those kilts

It was my sister's charity ball last night.  The evening was a great success, and we were all very, very proud of her.  It was so nice for us to see her in her natural habitat, among her Lordy folk doing her thing.  It is a part of her life that I have very little to do with, and it was actually so cool to see what a big role these people play in her life, and what a big role she plays in theirs. I was very proud of her.  And let me tell you, those Lordy folk aren't half bad. What a nice, normal bunch of people.  Even the pastor didn't seem to take offence when I asked if I could check under his skirt to find out once and for all, what men wear under those kilts. Purely in the interest of scientific research, of course.

Changing tack completely, I am feeling extremely anxious about Kate's operation tomorrow. I feel like puking, I am so nervous.  HATE hate hate the thought of her going under anaesthetic. Please keep her in your thoughts. I feel sick. Being a mother is like wearing your insides on the outside. Terrifying.

I think she wants me

I got an email from a blog reader telling me that I really shouldn't be giving old Zsuuusipoosi so much airplay.  She is loving that her hits have gone up from zero to 5,000 in one day and is using the opportunity to sprout even more of her gentle, loving wisdom. Good point.  So we wont be talking about my new best friend any more, except to say that I think Zsusie is a little turned on by me.  No seriously, I think she wants me.  Like, WHO DOESN'T! Can't say I blame her really, I am a rather sexy beast, with all that vulgar inappropriateness and all.  Smoooooch! (with tongue)