UG - We Make Fire

This week has been all over the place, as far as our weather is concerned. Early in the week it was mild, and playing outside in the afternoon was pleasant in a sweatshirt, if not just a little too warm. By Wednesday, a T-shirt and jeans was just right. Then the cold front came Wednesday night, and it's frigid out there. We've had freezing overnight, and super cold days with lots of biting wind. And that's why last night, Hubby and I made a fire in our fireplace. It was a first for us. We hadn't lived in a house with a fireplace until last year, and for some reason, the fire we tried to make last year never really caught on. I think the wood was wet or something. This year the wood (from the same wood bundle) was just right and caught on fire right away. We turned the gas completely off after a little while, and just enjoyed the warmth from the flames licking the wood. Ahhhh... it was great! I sat by it the whole evening, poking it and keeping it going until bedtime.

This week has been a good one in a lot of ways. We (the girls and me) have been playing outside with our fantastic neighbors every day for at least an hour. Even yesterday when it was super cold. The poor little girls had pink noses, but they wanted to play until the sun started to go down, and it got obviously colder.

While they've been playing out there, I've been dealing with the Christmas lights. I've had a bit of a situation on my hands in that regard. Last year I put lights up on the small hedge row in front of our walk up to the front door (it runs parallel to the street from the driveway to the door). I also wrapped the two large trees in the front yard. But this year, I stole the lights that wrapped the outside trees to put on the Christmas tree inside, so I had to buy more lights to go on the trees outside. I also decided to put lights on the hedges that are between the walkway and the house, in front of our big window, so I had to buy more lights for that too. Last year I had no problems with any of the lights I bought, they all worked. Now I'm realizing what an anomaly that was because two thirds of the lights I bought this year have not worked. I've already returned one box and bought another, and now I have more to return. (I wish I had tested them before I wrapped the trees!) I can't get them back into the box, and at this point I don't care. Wal-mart can take their made-in-China junk and shove it back in the box for me. I am not buying any more lights at Wal-mart. *End of rant.*

I have been listening to King's X in my car this week, and it's the "favorites" CD compiled by Hubby that today's song in my head comes from. It's called "Freedom," and it's got a killer riff right from the start. This video has a little extra thing the beginning, but you can hear the song. King's X is a three piece band, and they are every bit as good live as they are on the CD. They originally recorded this song as an extra track for the European release of Ear Candy in 1996. They redid it, lowering the key (they aren't as young as they used to be!) and changing a couple lyrics, and put it out on their 2005 CD release, Ogre Tones. The Ear Candy version is better, but the song is still good. (All this extra King's X trivia comes to you courtesy of Hubby's mega- super- UBER-fan status, and my years of listening to him talk about the band he loves nearly as much as me.)

The Rest of the Thanksgiving Holiday

When I left you last, I was about a third of the way through my recovery from being sick on Thanksgiving Day. I progressed through Friday, getting better and better to the point that I knew I'd be fine Saturday when I went to bed Friday night. And i was. I woke up Saturday a new woman! Which was a very good thing because I was hosting a little party Saturday. Some our dear friends who we used to go to church with years ago came over, and their daughter who is going to be 13 years old this week, and my parents came over for food and games. It was great fun. Seeing "Clare Bear" makes me feel super old because I used to babysit her. In fact, Hubby and I babysat her together once when she was 2... how time flies! I think everybody has friends like these, you love them dearly, and life gets in the way of everyone just sitting down and getting together for much too long, but whatever the interval, you have a blast every time you see them, and the love hasn't faded one bit. If you don't have friends like that, you should go get some. Our gathering was centered around lunch, and by 5:00 PM or so, everyone had left.

It was about then that my husband didn't feel too well. He laid on the couch for the rest of the day. He was not himself. Normal for him is sitting in front of the computer, playing games or reading online. Sacked out on the couch in front of the TV, like he was on Saturday, is NOT normal. He had a fever even.

While he was "keeping the couch warm," the girls and I put up the Christmas tree. After I put the tree up, branch by branch, and did the lights, one layer of branches at a time, I sat on the floor and unwrapped ornaments. The girls came over to me, got an ornament and took it to the tree, and then back to me and so on until all the ornaments were on the tree. Little Girl's work is pictured to the right. Apparently, if the branch isn't falling off the tree, it can handle another ornament! I can count about 14 ornaments on these two branches alone! It was the second time I've had a little helper. Last year Big Girl was my only helper if I remember correctly. This year it was definitely more fun than it has been in years past with two little elves on the job! In the picture on the left you can see the distribution. Big Girl's work was quite a bit more spread out than Little Girl's, but still, it required some reworking after they had finished.

When I'm coming down the stairs, I can see the tree. When I'm sitting in my favorite place on the couch, I can see the tree in the reflection on the china cabinet. We have it on a timer, so it's on in the morning when we get up, and we can go to bed with it lit at night, and not have to mess with anything. I really like having it up. It makes me feel all happy inside. Christmas is coming!

Today, while the girls were playing with the neighbor girls outside, I did the lights outside. Well, I did some of the lights outside. This year, in unpacking the tree, I found a strand or two of lights out that I had used on the inside tree in the past. So I dug into the lights that I used outside last year. So now I need to go buy some more lights to put outside. I still have the "net" style lights over the shrubs. Tomorrow, if I can get the laundry done, then maybe I can go shopping and get the lights.

Tonight's dinner is yummy chicken fajita leftovers. I just love chicken fajitas! And I love having enough leftover to not have to cook again. Unfortunately Hubby is still feeling icky, and is afraid to eat. Oh well, I guess there's more for the rest of us. (Now that I've taken a break to eat, and washed the queso off my fingers.... )

I wish is weren't the case, but that Subway commercial jingle is what I have in my head. Does that count as a song? Well, that's what's playing today. Enjoy... anyone want a five-dollar foot-long?

Sicky Holiday

I am a big baby when I'm sick. I know it. I'm OK with that. What's worse than being sick is being sick over a holiday.

Wednesday I was the stuffy-head, sinus headache, dizzy when I stood up kind of sick. But it didn't really hit me until the afternoon.

I went out Wednesday mid-morning to meet a friend for lunch. I took the girls to a Chick-fil-a further into town to meet my friend in the middle, half-way for both of us. She brought her 20-month-old son, who I had never met. This friend and I hadn't spent any time together in 10 years or so. (I can't remember if the last time I saw her was before I got married or after, but no matter, it's been FOREVER!) We've reconnected through facebook (I LOVE facebook, it's the best online invention EVER!). While I was waiting for my friend to arrive, another friend, a mutual friend came into Chick-fil-a with her daughter and son. We had a little mini-reunion. The manager of the store was going around passing out little balls to all the children, and even gave us three moms milkshakes in honor of our impomptu reunion. It was really nice.

Of course, Little Girl pooped her pants, and we had to leave. Story of my life.

When I got home, I hosed off my Little Girl and all three of us girls had "rest" time. Little Girl and I slept for two and a half hours. What a nice rest. When I woke up, I felt awful. My sickness had really settled in at that point. I could handle being upright in my chair, so long as my fist and elbow could prop up my head. I was really quite pitiful. I did take medicine, I was doing what I could to find relief. It just wasn't really in the cards for me.

Thursday morning, I was really feeling a little better than I had been the day before. We had planned to go to my mother-in-law's house for the day, spending as much of it as possible up there. I got a bag together with pj's for the girls, extra pairs of pull-ups for Little Girl, and blankets for them to cuddle with on the way home, another bag with a dish and the ingredients for my contribution to the big meal which I didn't have the energy to put together the day before, and another bag of outgrown clothes to pass on to my little nieces. We got ourselves out the door at 9:18, only 18 minutes off from the target leave time, a relative success. I grabbed a Coke Zero on my way out the door. Little did I know that would be the last caffiene I would get for the rest of the day. I forgot to take my decongestant. Bad move.

When we got there, I joined in the meal prep with my mother- and sister-in-law, threw my yummy corn dish together, and generally tried to help without getting in the way. Those times are fun times. If you're going to have to work in the kitchen, you might as well do it with 4 or 5 women, all laughing and carrying on and having a good time.

Grandmom, my mother-in-law's mother, now 86 years old, was also there, and my sister-in-law's mother, Linda, as well. Grandmom is one of my favorite people. Since even before marrying my Hubby, she's been like my own grandmother. Sadly, she hasn't been quite the same since her stroke 3 and a half years ago, and doesn't remember things, and doesn't want to talk anymore. She's still a very sweet lady, but her spark is gone. Linda was widowed when her son was in college, before he and my sister-in-law got together. Ever since they married, Linda has been included in our family's gatherings, as her son is an only child, and when he's with us and our family for whatever holidays, she would be alone. She's a lovely person, and I'm glad she comes and joins us.

We had a lovely meal of turkey and ham, my corn pudding, green beans, spinach salad with strawberries and pecans. Much to the chagrin of my husband and Grandmom, there was no traditional mac & cheese on the menu. In it's place was a Paula Deen potato dish, which was yummy, but not something my picky Hubby would eat. He also doesn't eat ham or the corn pudding. He just doesn't know what's good.

The kids present were my two girls, and my nieces, Leslie and Kenna. Leslie is 4, but she's tiny. She's been tiny her whole life. This year there was much celebration that she was actually ON the growth chart, at 15th percentile for height and 20th percentile for weight. She's wearing 2T clothes, but really needs 3T for length. So she either wears highwaters that stay on , or pants that are long enough, but continually falling down. Poor girl. And Kenna is a much more normal-sized 2-year-old. She's also wearing 2T clothes. Both girls are very sweet. We had all four of them sitting together at the "kids' table" this year, and that worked out pretty well. Our girls ate most of their food, and didn't fuss too much. What more could we ask?

The afternoon was spent watching Dallas Cowboys football, alternating with HGTV when the men fell asleep. Hubby fixed some stuff on my mother-in-law's computer. (He is the best free tech support anywhere!) The two men also got out my mother-in-law's Christmas trees for her. They were erected in their places, but not decorated. The little girls never took naps. That was a problem later.

Throughout the day, my headache was growing and growing. It wasn't until the mid afternoon that I found out that I had been drinking decaf tea all day. No wonder. I need my caffiene. By dinner time, I was really hurting.

My mother-, sister- and brother-in-law, Hubby and I all played a game together, taking a break to feed the fussing children dinner. The no-nap day was a problem for Kenna. The wheels were coming off the cart for her. She was really cranky, poor kid. Once the kids were fed, we finished our game, which ran into the big football game starting. All of my Hubby's family went to Texas A & M, and are all rabid Aggie fans, even when the team is bad, like this year. The UT/A & M game is a big deal every year, although this year UT has a really good team, and A & M has the worst team in 10 years, so the outcome hasn't been in question since the beginning of the season. About an hour into the game, Hubby said he didn't want to watch any more, and we started home.

By then my headache was screaming at me. I didn't want to hold my head up anymore. I rode the whole way home with my elbow on the passenger side window and my head resting on my fist. As we rode, I could feel my insides churning and churning. When we got home, I carried Little Girl up to her bed, and then I didn't want to go back downstairs. I felt so bad. I put on my pj's and went to bed. If only that were the end of the story... How much do you want to know? Is it enough to say that I was sick into the trash can twice? Probably. So that's all I'll say. And I went to bed, without ingesting the caffiene or the pain medication I so badly needed to relieve my headache.

And so far this morning, I haven't really tried to eat anything. But I've had most of a Coke Zero. I think I really need to eat. I guess that's next on the agenda. I really want to be well. Tomorrow we're having some dear friends over, and my parents too. We're going to have a good time playing games and eating, and I'm not going to be sick anymore. I'm going to will myself well.

To cleanse my head of the Weird Al kick I've been on lately, I put the old stand-by Fleming & John CD in the player in my car, The Way We Are. I love that CD. It's my absolute favorite of all time. Big Girl loves it too, and her favorite song is "I'm So Small," the rock version. They have 2 versions of it on the CD, and the other is jazz. I don't know which I like better, it depends on the mood I'm in. The song currently in my head, from that album is "The Pearl." Good stuff.

Nasty Poop Story

If you don't want to read a nasty poop story, then skip this post. You've been warned.

Just a little past noon I called Little Girl to come downstairs. She hadn't finished all of her sandwich, and she needed to go potty before nap. She didn't come right away. I should have known there was a reason.

I called her again and stood where I could see her coming down the upper half of the stairs. There's railing up to the landing, and I could see her coming through the railing. When I was certain she was on her way, I quit watching her and went about fixing my lunch, or something like that in the kitchen, I don't remember now. She went to the table where I had directed her to go, and I kept fiddling with my lunch.

*Sniff, sniff.* I smelled poop. "Did you poop in your pants?" I asked her. She denied it quickly. Then I noticed a little trail of something on the floor leading to her chair. I was pretty sure it was poop. "Did you poop in your pants?" I said with a distinct edge in my voice. Big eyes, turning on the pitiful puppy-dog show looked back at me as she nodded.

I started to follow the trail of poop back toward where she had come from and it led all the way to the stairs and all the way up to the second step below the landing. I lost it. She had let poop run down her leg inside her pants and come out all over the carpeted stairs. I am still horrified as I think of it.

I went back to the kitchen and ... I'd like to say that I calmly explained to her that her pooping in her pants and consequently on the floor was inappropriate and unacceptable, but that's not exactly how it went down. I was angry. She knew it.

I had to give myself a time out before I could deal with her, or cleaning up. So I ate my lunch. Not the most appetizing thing to do while there's "eau de poo" in the air, but I had to eat. The food was made, and besides, that's what I was doing BEFORE all that mess happened.

When I was a little calmer, I took her outside and began the clean-up process. The pant leg of her jeans was caked with poo, so I hosed the pants and panties off too. Then I turned the hose on my then naked daughter. Even after a good hose-down, I still found a spot of poo on her leg after we were inside.

Before letting her get comfortable and warm, I made her clean the floor. She mostly sat there with her paper towel crying, but she did wipe up a spot or two while I tackled the stairs. There are still spots on the stairs. I don't think they're coming off. I gave it everything I had in the way of cleaners, and elbow grease, friction and whatnot. I'm afraid there will forever be 5 spots on the stairs that won't come out. At least I got up the other 4 or so. After I'd done the stairs, I worked my way down the poop trail until I met up with where Little Girl was supposed to be cleaning.

After the tile was cleaned up, I took her upstairs and gave her a quick cold shower to get that spot off her leg, and also to use soap on her everywhere from the waist down. I did not wait for the water to warm up. I know it's not fun to be hosed off naked outside or given a cold shower, but it's not fun to clean up someone's poop off the floor either, and I'm not the one who pooped my pants, so I don't feel bad about it.

I hope this goes down as the worst story I ever get to tell about potty training. I don't think I could handle worse than this. SUPER GROSS!!!

I warned you. Poop story.

Thanksgiving Week Commences

Judging by the lack of comments, I'm wondering if anyone out there is reading lately... Well, I only do this blog thing partly for the reader anyway, so I guess that's OK. It's for me too. Not only to document our lives, but also for me to vent whatever is on my mind. Since it is a public venting, there are some things which must not come up here, and I'll just say that I'll put Sunday morning in that category this week, and move on.

Saturday I had an awesome opportunity to go to a ladies' tea, thrown by one of the biggest churches in town at a fancy downtown hotel ballroom. The speaker was Leslie Nease, who was a contestant on Survivor China (this video really shows what she's made of at the 6 minute marker). I only got to go because another lady who was invited to go couldn't, and offered the ticket to me through my mother. The two of us left my kids and both our husbands at her house and had a lovely afternoon of fellowship with ladies from all over the city. We ran into a few we knew (besides the ones we knew we'd see). It was really nice.

Sunday morning had its share of fiascos, but the one I can share is about Little Girl throwing up during the first service, and me having to take her home. I was singing and Hubby was playing drums, and it was either lose a singer or the drummer for the second service. That's a no brainer. I had to go. I was really bummed because it seems like I haven't had many opportunities to sing lately, and we had practiced and had all the parts worked out quite well. Little Girl never turned out to be sick. She just threw up the one time, and was fine for the rest of the day.

Sunday night there was a Thanksgiving meal at church. If you can imagine about 200+ families gathering for a pot-luck meal in a gym... the turkey and drinks were provided by the church, and everyone else brought side dishes and desserts. It was a really nice time. Big Girl and I went without Little Girl and Hubby. I'm so glad we did. God put me and Big Girl sitting across the table from a family I don't know all that well from our Sunday school class. Turns out she's an OT at the place where Big Girl is going to be evaluated December 10th! I was so glad to have someone be able to answer some questions, and put my mind at ease about some things.

God did that once before back before Big Girl was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. We had the referral from the pediatrician for the pediatric neurologist, and were very scared about the idea that we were facing autism. During that month between those doctor visits, we had a minister and his wife over for dinner. It turned out that the minister's wife was an austism specialist for the biggest school district around. It was a tremendous blessing to have her placed at our very own dinner table at a time when we needed her most. We had no idea what she did before that night. God did it all, just like this time. And we had no idea He was doing it. It was a happy surprise.

Today was just another day at home with Little Girl for me. We went grocery shopping. She peed her pants. We ate lunch. She pooed her pants. We went for a walk, mailed some bills, took Big Girl's snack up to the school that I'd forgotten this morning, came home and took a nap. No more accidents for the rest of the day. Big Girl had a playdate after school with one of her friends who had never been to our house before. It was mostly a successful playdate. It was hard for Big Girl to show deference to the friend whose choices didn't always match what she wanted to do, but that's a learning process for all little hostesses. Little Girl and I played outside with our fantastic neighbors. The neighbor's little girl who is about 16 months old came to me today for the first time. That'll warm anyone's heart! Having a tiny thing walk over and give a hug! It was really a highlight for me.

Tonight I spent some time making our Christmas newsletter. Last year I started doing it like a little newspaper. This year I did that again. I really enjoy playing with the format. The story about Little Girl has the best headline: Little Girl is learning to put poo in its place, only I used her name. Very funny. I'm laughing, even if I'm alone!

And with that, it's super late.

I have an older Weird Al song in my head today. "Albuquerque." It's very long. He used to only do it live until there was such an outcry from his fans that he put it on an the Running With Scissors album. The video is missing the last part of the song, but hey, at least I found it out there. You can get an idea of what's going through my head. That Weird Al is really a genius.

What do I do with Little Girl? - A Day in MY Life...

Original post at 8:59 AM - What do I do with the girl who refuses to poo in the potty? This morning Hubby caught her red-faced and grunting (standing, with pants on) and I pulled her pants down and plopped her on the pot. Since then, she's spent some time screaming, some time talking to herself, some time playing with everything in that tiny powder room that isn't tied down, but no time doing what she NEEDS to do. I am at a loss... HELP!

Updated at 9:10 AM - She put a tiny little bit of poo in the potty. I'm afraid to let her off the hook for fear that she's got more and it will end up in her pants. This is so difficult (I was going to say hard, but in this context, that means something else - HA!).

I apologize for the blow-by-blow over potty... I really didn't want this blog to be about that, but that's my life lately. I don't know any good potty songs, so you're spared in that way at least.

Updated at 3:13 PM - I made her stay on the pot until 10:00 this morning and threatened her with a spanking AND timeout if she messed her pants after I let her up. She and a friend played for a couple hours before the friend and her mommy had to leave. She still hasn't messed her pants since this morning, and that's good, but she hasn't done much in the potty either. This is the time of day when I tend to forget about potty, and she makes the most messes. Obviously it's on my mind at this moment, but will it be in 5 minutes?

I have had a very frustrating afternoon with her. She was in all-out refusal mode about nap, and then when it was time to go get Big Girl from school, she was slow to wake up and was in the worst mood ever. No trike today. She rode the stroller, screaming most of the way there. Since coming home, she and her sister have been at each other. I need a break. I don't want to hear any more "nyah" stuff, or crying, or whining, or I just may explode.

Updated at 5:25 PM - I just got a call from Hubby- he's working later than usual tonight, and is still at the office. Little Girl has both peed and pooped in her pants, and I just got done hosing her, wiping her, spanking her, and changing her pants. She now knows that spankings are part of the poop-in-her-pants territory, as this is the second or third time to do it. She has bent over her bed each time I've had to administer a poop spanking, and hasn't made that part difficult, which is a blessed change from every other thing I need to do with her lately, it seems. I've been putting her in the thicker panties made by Gerber, but since all of those are currently in the washer, she's wearing a pair of regular panties, just like her sister's, which won't hold diddly squat if it comes to that. I just can't put her in the LAST pair of pull-ups we have in the house. I need to save those for an outing. (I'm also in desperate need of a trip to the grocery store. I made Big Girls pb&j this morning with a hamburger bun because we ran out of bread!)

Now it's time to figure out what to scrounge for dinner to feed the children... *Sigh*

Updated at 9:10 PM - Hubby's coming home late wasn't so bad. He was only about a half hour or so from leaving when he called to tell me he'd be late. And he picked up dinner for the two of us on his way home. On top of that, he put the kids to bed for me. THANKS, Honey! I love you so much!

And for anyone concerned for the well-being of my children, they ate a really healthy meal, considering my lack of planning. They split the leftover grilled chicken (half a pretty big chicken breast), and had pasta and vegetables to go with it. The pasta was a previous homework assignment of Big Girl's. She had to find something at home and sort it by whatever rule she chose. She sorted "Wacky Mac" spirals by color. She wanted to eat the yellow noodles and Little Girl chose the orange noodles. There was about a serving in each little baggie. It worked out well, and Big Girl even let me mix the colors on the plates, as they were mixed in the cooking.

I think I'm getting to her...

Little Girl's antics of Sunday and Monday culminated in a gigantic battle just before bedtime Monday night. She had wet her pants (AGAIN!!). I wrestled her out of her wet panties (after she refused to remove them herself) as she threw a gigantic fit about it, and she went to bed screaming where I left her in a pull-up and her dirty shirt. I just couldn't fight her anymore. She cried herself to sleep. I told her that I love her and I don't want to fight her, but she has to obey. I took away her favorite doggie for the night. I know she hates that, but it was her choice. Take off the panties, or no doggie.

While Little Girl was screaming herself to sleep, Big Girl was very anxious about the noise her sister was making, which she usually is. I let her try sleeping with ear plugs for the first time. The next morning she said one of them fell out while she slept, but she was OK. When I put them in, I was very clear about only doing that once, and if she didn't like how they felt in her ears, she could take them out, but I wasn't going to put them back. She did great with it, I'm glad we have one more arrow in the quiver of things we can do to help her cope with her sensitivities at home. (I scheduled her OT evaluation yesterday, by the way.)

Back to Little Girl... having taken the doggie away Monday night set the stage for yesterday, which was a rather pleasant day. I think she went to time out 3 or 4 times, but there weren't any outright refusals to obey that escalated to the level of the tantrums I saw the two days before. One of those times she went to time out for being disrespectful and rude to me (saying "No!" and hitting her own leg when I said something she didn't like). Another time it was because she was playing in the toilet water. EEWW!! GROSS!! She knows better than that. If she were 18 months old, I'd chalk it up to childish curiosity, wash her hands and close the bathroom door. This is entirely different at 3 years and 8 months old. She was in the bathroom to USE it. She knows what it's for, and she knows not to do THAT.

She was convinced that I meant business when I laid down the law, so the battles were just way smaller, and less emotional (on her side, especially- I've been much better about this lately). We had a pleasant day, so to reward her, I let her ride her trike instead of the stroller to go pick up Big Girl from school. She didn't cry and scream when she was going uphill (which she has in the past), and she didn't gripe when I held the handle bars as we crossed the 3 streets between here and the school.

The day ended with a bath for the girls, and one of the typical battles Hubby and I face with Little Girl is when it's time to get out of the tub. She'd stay there all day 'til the water was cold enough to make her lips turn blue. I set the timer after I finished washing hair and bodies, so they'd have a reasonable amount of time to play. When the dinger dinged, Big Girl got out with no problems (as usual), and Little Girl resisted. I told her that if she wanted to sleep with her doggie, she had better get out without fighting me. She considered that for a little while, and then got out without a fight. We had a very nice bedtime last night. The perfect end to the day.

Last night Hubby came home early from working out of town. I hadn't mentioned that he would be away on the blog because he didn't know for sure how long he'd be gone. Turns out he was gone for one night, which is really no big deal. We had a nice time talking and catching up on the last two days.

Today I get a break from her, which is also a good thing. She is with my friend, giving me a "day off". It's hardly a day off today. The maid is here today. I'm the maid. Without anyone under my feet to undo what I've done within seconds of me doing it, with the music as loud as I want it to be, and without anyone screaming at the vacuum cleaner, I do a much better job of staying focused on the tasks involved in getting the house clean. (This is my lunch break, for anyone who may be thinking of judging me for spending a little time online.)

And with that, I better eat something before too much time gets away from me.

There are two songs today, both recent repeats, both Weird Al:

• "White and Nerdy" - It's been in Big Girl's head too. She was singing it around the house yesterday evening!
  
• "Pancreas" - I just starting thinking about anatomy generally, and it starts playing in my brain. Same with Hubby. We can't say "pancreas" anymore.
  

Why do these songs have to be SO catchy?