Friday

Under the Categories...

... of "Too Much Information", "Things We Did Not Need to Know About Beatrice", "Ew" and "Who Cares?" comes this little posting. You've been warned, so read on at your own risk.

It is entitled "Eau d'Aspargus"

I had asparagus for dinner last night. It was delicious, as was the chicken I made to go along with it, but as this posting is not entitled "Eau de Poulet" that is neither here nor there. So I had my dinner, it was good... and an early night to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night as per usual... I have perhaps the WORST bladder on the entire planet and it is a very rare night that I do not wake up having to go to the bathroom. Although, last night, I am happy to say that it was not my bladder that woke me up, but the sound of a little motor humming away beside my pillow which in reality was my cat purring away happily at nothing in particular (the roomie can attest to the fact that she has the loudest purr in all the land). Most cats require stimuli in order to get their little purr motor going, but since her near brush with death, Oreo purrs for no particular reason other than because she can. It is adorable... just not when it is right in my ear... and not at 3am. But awake I was so I trudges downstairs to do my nightly business, and then...

Ew

Now, I just did a little bit of research and apparently having urine that smells like a skunk crawled inside you and died after eating asparagus is not uncommon... It's a genetic thing, like having earlobes or being completely disgusted by turnips... and apparently it's a trait that I have inherited in spades. It is definitely a trait that I could have lived without. I thank my parents for my blue eyes, and the ear lobes... rolling my tongue seems a little useless, as is being double jointed... and knowing about a genetic sensitivity to an enzyme in turnips that make them taste like turpentine would have been EXTREMELY helpful while growing up (thank you anthropology lab)...

Anyway, just a warning for those of you who may or may not ever spend time with me after I have eaten asparagus. You might want to wait a few minutes before going into the bathroom after I have been in there ... but listen, don't go blaming ME... blame my parents... for it was they, after all, who placed this curse at my feet so many years ago.

Bea "Don't they have support groups for stuff like this?" Petty

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love asparagus, but I have stopped eating it because I have also inherited this trait. It has sort of ruined my life.

mollyblogger said...

Guess my parents got something right. I don't share this awful genetic problem.

And I'm glad because I LOVE asparagus.

lornStar said...

i think it happens to everyone.. i ate aspargi last week and my pee stank like hades itself.. i had to like run away.. i tried explaining this to an ex of mine.. and she thought i was on crack.. i will be referring her to your blog for proper insight into this rank situation. :)

Beatrice Petty said...

Lornstar... Thank God we finally agree on something...

Anyhoo, here is the link for your chica: http://www.webmd.com/content/article/43/1671_51089

You know... just so that people do not think we are completely insane...

Kevin said...

Stop apologizing. Instead, have some real fun -- DON'T FLUSH!

Capitaine said...

Thanks for sharing this detail about stinky pee!!! Although it is a weird fact about asparagus...

By the way, my comment about HP sounded worse than I felt. I won't stop reading your blod because of that, don't worry! And I guess it's my own fault for not reading it earlier! But I did swear a few times after reading it and thought: is there any way I can forget what I just read?!? I guess you can't do that...

Steve said...

hey, did you find any pics of the canadian tire guy yet?

Beatrice Petty said...

Steve,

No luck on an image for the Canadian Tire guy... yet. It seems that Canadian Tire has made that impossible on purpose.

Check out this article from Maccleans Magazine from a while ago: http://www.macleans.ca/topstories/life/article.jsp?content=20051031_114409_114409

It sheds some light on the whole sitch.