Jack and I ended up going to Urgent Care yesterday morning, which in a weird way led us to helping a lost baby. But more on that later. I don't even have a doctor because I never get sick, so going to Urgent Care was a huge white towel that I was throwing.
After a whole night of of coughing my throat raw, I wanted to strangle myself because I was so annoying! I decided to make a "feel better" smoothie for breakfast, and boy howdy, it sure made my fire tube feel better! And the Urgent Care doc gave me props for the ingredients.
OMG, STFU and stop coughing already smoothie
1 cup of cold green tea
Frozen peaches (I used 3 peach halves)
2 tblsp honey
Handful of frozen raspberries, blueberries, or blackberries (I used blackberries)
1) Brew a cup of tea and let cool completely. I'd brew it at night, and store it in the fridge overnight.
2) In a blender, food processor, or cup (I use my immersion blender), blend the cooled tea, frozen peaches, frozen berries, and honey until smooth.
3) Drink. In your mouth. In case you couldn't figure that one out. You're welcome.
The combo of the green tea, frozen fruit, and honey was a total lifesaver for me. And it was way more delicious than any medicine. Except Tylenol PM. Anything that makes this insomniac pass out is tops in my book.
Curious about the baby? Well, I debated all night if I should go to Urgent Care or not. I was feeling like a hot sack of shit in the morning, so I decided to finally just go. I ended up being about 15 minutes for work because of it. As Jack and I were driving to my aunt's (his daycare), I see something out of the corner of my eye.
Could that be what I think it is?
No.
Not possible.
You guys, it was a fucking baby in the middle of the street!!!!!! This was not in my town, but a few towns over. You might think "geez, Sarah seems to be recycling posts since we already heard this story before". Nope, new story. A fucking baby in the middle of the road.
I slammed on my brakes, and jumped out of the truck (I was driving Troy's truck cause he had my car) and stopped all traffic coming each way. I scooped up the baby - maybe a year old kid - and ran back to the truck. I got Jack out of the truck, and along with another woman who stopped, we started looking for this kid's parents.
I lost my voice from coughing, so here I am rasping/yelling "um, did anyone lose a baby"? The woman I was with knocked on doors and we found the kid's mom. Apparently the kid just learned how to open their front door (lever handle instead of a door knob) and he slipped out without her noticing.
She was appropriately devastated that her baby was in the street, so she passed my meth addict test. We talked about getting new deadbolts for the door, and alarm thingys that Troy and I used to have on our doors in Los Angeles. Convinced that she wasn't some drug addict, Jack and I went on our way.
A fucking baby in the street!!!
In a weird way, I'm glad I got sick. I'm never late to work, so had I not gotten sick and gone to Urgent Care, I would have never been late. I would have never passed that kid. Obviously another person stopped to help, but it makes me sick thinking if some horrible person had been 15 seconds in front of that lady.
Hug your kids tonight people.
Holy cats. Both of my boys are escape artists and we live on a busy street. The chime on the door gives me just enough time to drop everything, run out, and grab my terrorist toddler before he makes it to the road.
ReplyDeleteThe smoothie looks like a great idea. Since I've been feeling crappy all week (I blame the aforementioned toddler), I'll give it a try. Thanks!
I love your blog. Just recently started following. I love your recipes. I am definitely going to keep this smoothie recipe and may make it for the hubby tonight. He has been sick this week.
ReplyDeleteGlad you were in the right place at the right time for the baby! Something similar to this happened to me a long time ago. Going home from School I came up on a little girl on the road all by herself. This was a country road so cars could be coming pretty fast. Luckily I knew the girl and her house was close by. She apparently was following Daddy out the driveway!
A few weeks ago, my sister was walking to a bus stop in a rough part of her city. She saw a little girl, maybe 18 months old, run into the street to retrieve a shoe, so obviously she had already been in the road. My sister nearly got hit by a city bus and a truck running into the road, but managed to scoop the baby up and get her out of the road. No adults anywhere!
ReplyDeleteShe starts banging on doors and finally a woman comes out, recognizes her grandchild, and when my sister basically fires off with "She almost got hit by a goddamn bus! Where is her mother?!", the grandmother is thanking my sister and crying hysterically. Mom and Dad (maybe mid-20's) finally saunter out, smoking cigarettes, dressed in red head to toe, asking what happened. My sister tells them.
Dad looks at my sister and asks why she's wearing a blue bandana in his neighborhood. My sister, a self described hippie, complete with ratty dreadlocks piled on her head and secured with a scarf or bandana, responds with "uhhh, to hold my hair up?"
Mom and Dad then proceed to call my sister a cracker, "Nazi bitch", and a bunch of other equally pleasant names, then Mom grabs the baby from Grandma and drags her back in the house, while Dad threatens my sister with rape and other forms of bodily harm. Needless to say, my sister left, called the police and CPS.
Ugh.... we're having the same issue with Liam as the mama in your story. My son figured out the lever, and the dead bolt. We ordered a handle lock for the lever, and are trying an oven knob lock over the dead bolt.
Wow. I don't know if your story or Miranda Jacobs' story is more scary.
ReplyDeleteMy niece was an escape artist from about age 1 to 4. She was very, very quiet and very, very sneaky and people kept bringing her back when they found her about to cross the highway. I don't know if my poor sister in law slept at all in that time frame.
i agree with you fuck!!! the universe works in mysterious ways... thank goodness you went!!
ReplyDeletehoping you are feeling better... sucks to come back from vacation and have to deal with illness!
ReplyDeleteWoah. I used to live across the street from a lady whose son was severely autistic. He figured out the doors. The first thing he would do when he got out was run across the street to our house, fling the front door open and yell "PIGGIES!" and go hang out with the guinea pigs. We were totally cool with it and decided if we were home we'd always leave the front door unlocked so he could get in if he ran away. At least mom would know where to look if she noticed right away and if not, we would take him back home.
ReplyDeleteHowever, one time we weren't home and so he ran elsewhere let's say it was a really bad experience. Luckily, he made it home safe.
(P.S. I have to add I'm new to reading your blog and I love it.)
Wow, the language some of you use. A friend recommended this blog to me. I'll have to be more careful with her recommendations.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of the internet is that it is vast and there are a lot of options out there. I wish you the best of luck in finding a site that you relate better to.
DeleteWhat a filthy fucking mouth you have!
ReplyDeleteshe saves a kid from near death and lowlife parents and all you're concerned about is that she uses her freedom of speech?! Get over yourself and use your judgmental, holier-than-thou attitude for the greater good, like walking into gang territory and telling them their colors clash with their tattoos.
ReplyDeleteDang! Where's the "like" button? ;o)
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