It could be the car motion, it could be the fact that both of my parents smoked like chimneys and kept the windows rolled up so as not to muss Mom’s hairdo, but within 45 mintues, one or more of us puked. It was just a fact of life!

Loving my mother more than life, she was always the most difficult person I have ever encountered in my life and when she passed 4 years ago, I can honestly say I miss her but I don’t miss her ways. Thanks you for a brilliant piece!
.-= Linda Medrano´s last blog ..In Praise Of The Full Figured Man =-.

That last picture actually made me laugh with the fact that you were glad to get rid of the car! Glad to know nobody was hurt…and the puke thing? We are so over it!!!

Have a great weekend girl!

Lisleman: Here is the post I wrote about the accident when it happened, http://www.redheadranting.com/my-babys-first-accident/ in a nutshell, the boy had just gotten his license four hours earlier. He was making a left on a green arrow, someone ran a red and hit him. My son was found to be at fault (he hit an off duty ambulance driver who must have certainly been a better driver than my son).
Staring out the window if one is prone to motion sickness is one of the most helpful tips I have learned in my years. So is rolling down the window for fresh air and in case the staring out the window doesn’t work.
Thanks for stopping by!

My wife is prone to car/motion sickness. Your advice about looking out the window is good. I even felt a little uneasy once when I was reading in the back of a car.

Puking on the tollway just happened with our twenty something daughter a few months ago. There was no where to pull over but she managed to get the window down. She was in the back seat. I felt sorry for the other travelers.

thanks for dropping a comment on ‘a few clowns short’
.-= lisleman´s last blog ..mother nature post or what hell was that =-.

My son puked once in my Honda Pilot. We were less than 3 miles from the house, pulling up to a stop light. We were talking, he got this look on his face and I said, ‘you look like you’re going to puke, are you ok?’ He said he was ok, I said ‘no you’re not’ and signaled to pull onto the gravel on the side of the road. Just as I was pulling onto the side of the road he threw up in his mouth. I finished pulling over, ran out of the car, opened his door and grabbed him and he started puking and just missed my shoes. He however did not miss the pocket on the door and the leather/pleather on the door. Thankfully he did miss the leather seats and the carpet. He finished puking on the gravel and then we drove back home. I got out the garden hose and hosed off the inside of the door and the door pocket. I can only imagine what the woman behind me thought. I looked up in my mirror before I signaled and she had this WTF? look on her face because I was signaling before the corner, which made no sense unless you were pulling onto the gravel like I was. To this day it’s a huge joke when we pass that spot on the road (which we do all the time because it’s on the way to Targhay). We usually do a hands over the head bow and say something about bowing to the ‘memorial’. It drive him nuts, but it never fails to make the rest of us laugh our asses off.
.-= Lola´s last blog ..Valentines Day Countdown… 3 days to go =-.

Mike: It wasn’t an old Chevy it was less than two years old. The old Chevy is still running after 220K miles and being totaled out twice (my fault).

Wow…the engine blocks on those old Chevy’s were indestructible. Almost.