Two years ago in Branson I  gave Joey his vitamins with a glass of orange juice and he turned gray and upchucked all over the place right before we were heading to go out to do whatever we had planned to do that day.  He brings this up regularly.  Like, as in, once a month or so.  It’s usually something like, REMEMBER THAT TIME YOU MADE ME THROW UP?

In our Bradley class last week, we discussed nutrition.  And the benefits of citrus and orange juice, in particular.  (For the building up of membranes so ones gums don’t bleed, among other things.)  I usually drink cranberry juice in the morning, because I love cranberry juice so much I’ll even drink the straight up unsweetened stuff that makes most people pass out.  But last night at Whole Foods, we grabbed a quart of OJ and thought, heck, we’ll just drink this with our breakfasts and get more citrus in.

This morning, we were up early because we had plans to go to a farm in Russiaville to pick corn and shoot skeet.  I dragged Joey out of bed and went to the kitchen where I whipped up a delicious spinach shake, which does not taste disgusting contrary to how it might sound.

I was sipping my OJ as I finished blending my shake, and I slammed back my vitamins before switching gears to start drinking my shake.

It was a super good shake, too.  I had used probably more strawberries than I needed, so it was very tasty.

Twenty minutes later, as I was standing upstairs holding Henry, drinking my shake, meeting some new people, and everyone was getting ready to walk out the door, I began to feel really strange.

And one minute later, I began to feel STRANGER.

I sneaked off into the bathroom off the kitchen and took some deep breaths trying to figure out WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME ANYWAYS? when I realized that, doh!, I had taken my vitamins with orange juice.

The deep breaths weren’t cutting it.  So I ran downstairs, hoping I could at least make it that far.  Fortunately, I did.  And I will spare you the aftermath, but let’s just say I went the way of Joey two years ago.  A significant portion of my spinach shake was wasted, because I had almost finished it.

I went back upstairs, drank a few more drinks of my shake, then loaded up in the car with everybody else and we all drove off to pick some corn.  Upon further consideration, drinking more shake after that was probably not the smartest thing I’ve done all day.  (Well, it was smarter than tossing back a bunch of prenatal vitamins with a glass of OJ though, right?)

And now, twelve hours later, Angel and I have processed about 200 ears of corn and they are now happily resting in our freezer waiting for us to eat them.  Nom nom nom nom nom.  I tell you what, being back in the Midwest sure is awesome.  Corn, soybeans, cows, mosquitos…wait, scratch the mosquitos.

Now it is time for dinner.  I need to take more vitamins.