Wednesday, February 02, 2011
Today there was an incident.
My friend Genevieve presented me with a "posture pillow." Her mom made a whole bunch. Her mom died two weeks ago. She died of cancer. They found out she had cancer in the end of November. Genevieve is the only child still living in Winnipeg and she would drive for an hour everyday to visit her mom in the hospital. She watched her get sicker and sicker. She watched her suffer, and eventually die. I can't imagine how hard it is to lose your mom like that at such a young age. I know it doesn't matter what age you are, it would be hard to lose your mom. So, back to the incident. The posture pillow is one of those grain filled tubes that you heat up or freeze and you can wrap them around your neck, or put them on your back, or anything really. I thought it was nice of her and I felt special that I got to have a little piece of her mom. (as a side note, she taught joy school today, and she helped Adriel write his name. It was then that I realized that she thinks it's spelled Adriole. I'm not sure how to tell her that's not how to spell his name. It's kind of funny though.)
That wasn't the incident. Adriel took quite a liking to the neck wrap. He immediately took it out of it's package and asked to put it in the microwave. I let him push the buttons. I told him which ones to push. After that he kept warming it up on his own. He knew to only put it in for a minute. Or so I thought. Later this afternoon, I was upstairs changing our bedding when I noticed a weird smell. I tried to remember if I turned the oven on or left a burner on. I didn't, so I thought maybe it was wafting in from the house next door. Adriel excitedly exclaimed that someone was cooking bacon. Nope didn't smell like bacon. I went back to my bedding. The smell got stronger. I knew something was up. I thought maybe Sloan had pulled a chair up to the stove (he's been moving chairs around to reach things I purposely put out of his reach) and turned a burner on or something. As I came down the stairs, the smell was worse and I knew for sure something was burning. Not on the stove, though. The microwave. Adriel had put the neck wrap in the microwave for who knows how long. It was black with holes burnt through it. Smoke was billowing out of the microwave before I even opened it. It was really bad. Despite the freezingness outside, I had to throw both doors open wide, gasping for air. My microwave is now staine.d a burnt yellowish brown on the inside, and I'm kind of afraid to use it. Everything in my house reeks.
Needless to say, since I had already warned Adriel that if he pushed buttons other than the ones I told him to, it could explode, we had another little chat. I told him not to touch the microwave unless I was there to help him. I don't know if he accidentally pushed the zero one extra time or if he intentionally pushed extra buttons. He was very sorry and sad that it wrecked the posture pillow. I didn't even get to use it.
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Sarahstottle posted @ 5:22 PM
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this post gave me some good chuckles starting with the spelling of 'adriole' and then of course the incident was quite amusing as well. bacon--hahahaha. ahhh.
that is a disturbing and frightening incident. I'm sure Delanie would be horrified. It's too bad you never got to use your pillow, though.
tyler and i got rid of our microwave altogether when we moved. i don't miss it. you can heat things up on the stove just as easily.
that would be scary to find i think. and what a bummer.
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that would be scary to find i think. and what a bummer.