perfecting bad taste . . . 'things i'm loving - want to see my yeast infection??'

Greetings all,

Not what you were expecting??  Going to new lows of bad taste on my imperfection journey this week & a little nod to my background in pharmacology.  In an effort to lighten up blogland with silly posts - recently at Questacon Science Centre, we picked up a bunch of diseases.  I know, disease softies!!  Not what you'd find over at delightfully-clever-softie-making-Queen Jodie's Ric Rac blog!!

 Meet our new friend - Bread & Beer Infection, or just cut to the chase & call it a Yeast Infection (centre) i know, eewwww.  They even say on the tag "scale 1:1000000" just in case you were wondering??  

 Clockwise from top left: Toxic Mould; Yeastie; Scabes; Dust Mite; Lyme Disease; & Brain Cell (sy-nap-tastic).  My boy went to a sleepover recently & announced to the very posh family that he brought his own dust mite!!  No, none of us knew to say. 

Help, my eldest girl is being attacked by Toxic Mould!!  He looks like an upsidedown octopus, he's hard not to like with those big eyes!!  You can also find HIV, Rabies, TB, Polio . . . all the nasties are available.  Ok, so we're into science in this household, this amuses us & if my children ace "what does Lyme Disease look like" one day, i've done my job.  Like the date today??  11.11.11, a nod to those maths & science nerds who see the world in 0s & 1s.  I am no longer one of you!!
For better taste & class, check out PaisleyJade's Things I'm Loving this Friday.

Today is Rememberence Day, i'll be at the War Memorial.  I miss my husband terribly, yet i'm more emotional & upset when i attend these ceremonies with him.  Last year we sat behind the mates of a fallen soldier, it was heartwrenching to see these tough young men sobbing, arms linked.  I had my husband, right next to me, squeezing my hand & passing me tissues, other wives did not.  It's going to be incredibly sombre, my handsome soldier doesn't know why i torture myself by attending, but i like to offer my support, if only by filling one seat, i feel closer to what my husband is doing, just by being there. 
We Will Remember Them . . . Lest We Forget.  Love Posie