Stocking up

You would think by now, I'd be done with bandaids. Or that the need for them would slow down. Not so much. It's not that the kids need them as much as I do. I don't know what's to a greater degree: my love for kitchen gadgets or my uncoordinatedness. I'm like Les Nessman from WKRP In Cincinatti: at any given point, I have a bandaid on.

It turns out I average an injury a week. Usually it's something like walking and talking in the gym, and I run right into the bench press bar or something. But I also cook alot. And even when I'm not cooking, I'm making something that involves a cool gadget, like this morning, my super duper Pampered Chef Apple Corer. It looks like a lovely safe tool, but if in the right hands, it apparently can be used as a weapon.

It makes a great walking apple. My mom made them for me. Stand by for Mom On The Rocks Recipe. Go get a pen. I'll wait.
Core an apple, put peanut butter in the middle. Hand it to your kid. They can walk around and eat it. Preferrably outside. I like to mix a little honey into the peanut butter first, and then put it in the apple. Yummy!

But the poor corer hasn't gotten much use seeing as how my kids front teeth are on the brink of falling out. Eating a whole apple with loose teeth or no teeth, is not functional, nor fun. So, I've been slicing them with my Pampered Chef Apple Wedger.
So fantastic. However, it was before my coffee, and I'm not sure what I was thinking, but I cut an apple in half for the kids to share at breakfast.
"Hmmmm, this needs peanut butter on it somewhere." I thought. "And it needs to be cored, immediately!"

I still can't figure out why I wanted to core instead of wedge. Still, coring a half of an apple is much more different than coring a whole apple. And so, as I held the apple in my hand to core, I was just about to think, "Maybe this isn't a good idea." And that's when I cored my thumb. Just a little chunk. Really, I'm getting used to it. Still, I'm a bleeder, I went through several bandaids. And even a few days later, when the bleeding is done, it's in an awkward place and necessitates 3 or 4 bandaids a day.

Sometimes I take pictures of the injury of the week and send it to Ricardo. My guess is he doesn't even flinch. Maybe, if it's cool enough, he shows it to his buddies at the office. Sometimes he calls to make sure it's not as bad as the picture may suggest. Like this one.

This is just a really sharp cut between my thumb and finger. This sucker took a while to heal and hurt. As you can see, I'm a bleeder! Good circulation, I suppose. So, I did walk over to the neighbor who is a nurse and checked to see if I needed to see a doctor. She laughed at my coolness.

"Do you want to come in and I can dress that wound?"

"Nah, I'm pretty used to it. I'm a pro. Just wanted to check on this one. It seems deeper than the others."

"This happens a lot?"

"Yep."

"Maybe you should cut back on your knife use."

"Or buy more bandaids. Hahahahahahah! Ha....ha.....heh....., oh,nevermind."

So, it occurred to me today while grocery shopping, I thought it would be fun to get bandaids for the kids, maybe Spiderman for Max and Hello Kitty for Lucy. But then, what would I use? I sighed, put them back and started looking at the regular Band-aids assessing the need for them in our house. There just wasn't a box big enough. So, I checked out, went to Sam's and officially buy Chicken, Peanut Butter, Dog Food and now Band Aids in bulk.

It's just how I roll.