Blog Worthy

Things are always a little wild around here, but one afternoon it got down right spicy. I had a full afternoon/evening a front of me, so I started to prepare a tasty little snack to sit and relax for a minute before I got to work. I had everything all put together when I decided my treat needed just one more thing. I grabbed the large wholesale club bottle of Pace Picante out of the fridge and as I stepped toward the counter I did a quick wrist flick to the left and then back to the right (it says to shake well before use - I wouldn't even describe this hand movement as shaking, I was just mixing it up slightly). Well, what I thought were slight wrist flicks would have been great - if the lid had been on tight. Instead of shaking my salsa I sent it flying. The lid flew off and salsa flew to the left and then to the right. I let out a frustrated "arghhhhhh" and closed my eyes to try and escape the disaster when Porter started fussing, well, screaming. I calmly said, "Porter, please don't scream, I will get to you but I have to deal with this mess." And then I opened my eyes. Porter had been right in the path of the flying salsa and when I had flicked to the right it hit Porter square in the face. Yes - I told my two-year-old to wait a minute while he had jalapeno juice in his eyes. I quickly grabbed a rag and was trying to wipe it out, but he wouldn't stop rubbing which was only making things worse because his hands were covered with more salsa. And here's were the story gets even better...
Porter's screaming because his eyes are on fire, I'm trying to wipe and hold down two frantic little hands, and I say (I did not yell, only spoke loud enough to be heard), "I could really use you." But Dallin was in his office working and I'm sure he was on a call he could not just immediately jump off. I didn't really need him, I was just stating the fact that I could really use him. I didn't expect for him to come running. I was also telling Porter that it was okay and I kept saying, "I'm going to get it out. It's okay, I'm going to get it out."
A few minutes later, Dallin did come running. As soon as he could he came to see what craziness was ensuing in the kitchen. When he arrived, Porter was finally clean and his eyes were no longer flaming but the kitchen looked like I had painted the walls with the fiery condiment. Dallin looked a little frantic and wanted to know what was going on. I told about the flicking, the flying, the burning and the screaming. And he said, "Oh, I thought Porter had been stabbed with a knife." All he had heard was wild screaming and me telling Porter I would get it out - and I had said I needed him (okay, it was probably more of a yell for help like something was wrong). And thus the knife scenario had emerged. After consoling Porter and trying to get me to laugh at the ridiculous mess I had made, Dallin asked if I had taken a picture of Porter with the salsa all over him. What!!! "Well, it certainly seems blog worthy to me. Doesn't every post need a picture?" was his reply. Ahh Dallin.....you and you're funny wit.

So, here it is - one blog worthy story without a picture.