- Blowout (well drilling), a sudden release of oil and gas from a well (Pretty darn close!)
- Blowout grass (Redfieldia flexuosa) is a grass that can be found on sand dunes
- Blowout (tire), a sudden loss of tire pressure.
- A sudden rupture or bursting, as of an automobile tire. (again-pretty darn close to today's reality)
 blowout - a gay festivity-(I can assure you, there was nothing happy or gay about today's occurrence) |
| And then this little diddy was found on the Urban Dictionary web site: "1. When a baby or anyone ( ANYONE?) who wears a diaper had a bad poopy accident full of diarreha and poo goes everywhere (perhaps on your pants and your really cute flowered Lucky Brand sweater) making a mess and getting everything stinky (like the high chair at Chik-Fil-A that had to be taken out of commission...forever). Examples: 1. Upset mom: P-U! I think we should pull over on the side of the road to take care of the kid's diaper problems. (I wish we had been in the car. I would have been so lucky!) 2. Grumpy dad: Darn that diaper blowout is so stinky!" 3. People at Chick-Fil-A trying to enjoy their lunch: Ewww does that mother know that the child in her arms has poo running down her legs, into her shoes, on her dress and it is now getting all over her cute flowered sweater? 4. Friends with said mother: Holy Moses! Let us help! Here are some wipes. Use my daughters extra outfit I packed for school, here are some socks. Can we get some of your courtesy hand wipes? And throw in a few of those mints too! That was the first round-when she had blow out #2 I picked her up and ran to the car. And Blow out #3 thankfully was in the car and no I didn't pull over to the side of the road to take care of her diaper problems-I drove like a bat out of you know where, knowing full well that bad things really do come in three's!!!!! | ||
3 comments:
O Tammy.....I feel your pain! I'm not looking forward to digested food blowouts....I mean...milk is one thing.....the real deal??? Heaven help us all.
True story...driving home from Utah this summer we stop at my kids favorite place, Cracker Barrel (or what ever it's called...it's nasty) any who....we get seated and I take six week old Hope out of her car seat.....I kiss her and hold her up in the air like a Nascar trophie of sorts and I'll be darn Mike doesn't start motioning to me that something is terribly wrong...I'll be darn if she wasn't leaking like a banshee. No Mr. truck driver seated to our right.... that giant spot on her leg was not the corn beef hash special! ......it was on me, her, her car seat and other misc. sundry items! That was my first one and boy was it a doozie! the worst part was taking apart that car seat in the public restroom. (We were only in Boise....it was going to be a long drive!) THE END!
What a crappy story. I do have a pretty darn good one but to save some major embarrasement for a certain loved one I will not share the juicy (no pun intended) details over the net. Let's just say I wished it WAS a baby!
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