Ah. 7:00am and me still sitting here in my gym clothes....eeeeewwwwwww! All is well in the world. I once again haven't been doing much. One would think I could utilize my time by cleaning...doing laundry...or perhaps blogging. But oh no, I choose to hold the phone to my ear and talk to the woman with whom I spend all my "non-phone" moments with. For heavens sake...I need a life! Anyhooie, this is just my round about way of saying that not a dang thing is going on here. We're just counting down the days till summer smacks us in the face and continuing to hold tight to this ever spinning earth. Love to all!
By the way - HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY, KATIE ANN! *smooches*
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Weeeeellllll, that's nice to know.
| You Are 48% Abnormal |
 You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul. You are at high risk for having a borderline personality. It is very likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at medium risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is somewhat likely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. |
Monday, April 24, 2006
I Know, I Know!
Alright, I'm slacking again....we all know this. But I swear, as soon as I get five minutes to come up with something terribly witty & amusing....ya'll will be the first to know. Until then...CHEERS!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
late...
It's late. I'm dreaming of the smell of a wood burning stove and listening to music outside a little white church. I miss you baby. Every day I miss you. forever...
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Exhaustion Taketh Over
I ran today. No doubt this would seem a small feat to most, however allow me to put this in perspective for you. I RAN today, and I haven't ran since I was 12 years old. Yikes.
Even in High School gym class I refused to run. When we were being tested I would simply walk the track. Each lap I would have to listen to my P.E. teacher tell me to speed up, move faster, RRRUUUUNNNNN FOREST RRRRUUUUNNNNN!!!! But I was the stronger one. Sticking to my ideals, my beliefs, my laziness. I would not run, no matter the cost. Give me a D in P.E., so my GPA would suffer. No matter....I was a walker.
Now, at the ripe age of 28, I do indeed get my cardio in daily...by walking (quickly). In fact I walk so quickly that I probably should be jogging, but again, sticking to my guns, I will my legs to W-A-L-K at an unnatural pace simply to stand firm (or flabby, depending on how you look at it).
At 3:45 this morning I strolled up to the track, preparing myself for the very worst. And sure enough, just as I thought, Armageddon rained down upon me. I lapped once at a respectable speed. Hands pumping above my heart to increase speed & heart rate. Then the second lap was upon me.
I began to jog. Okay, this isn't too bad. I can totally handle this. Third lap. Holy crap I am sweating buckets. Fourth lap. My chest is heaving ridiculously. Four & 3/4. My heart is going to beat out of my chest. By lap five I am fairly sure flames were shooting from my calves and thighs, but I drove on. For 40 minutes I carried on like this. Eventually I began running up and down the bleachers as I came to them. Insanity exudes.
My final 20 minutes I walked....quickly. And as if that wasn't enough I decided to do another mile when my girlfriends B & G showed up. Just a mile though, I was SMOKED. Besides, that mile was far more fun for me. I could laugh between gasps for breath. Thankful for good friends.
My thighs are killing me at present. I could fall asleep at any moment. I dread crawling out of bed in the morning...I may need a walker. Tomorrow is a new day. I don't even have to think about running again until next Wednesday (as this is the new game plan...YUK!)
My positive thoughts? I did it...I ran. I didn't puke, I didn't pass out, I didn't give up, and I didn't die. Am I a runner? HECK NO!!!! But I'll never say never. Far weirder things have happened in my lifetime. Let's just say the verdict is still out on that one & it probably will be for a good long while.
Even in High School gym class I refused to run. When we were being tested I would simply walk the track. Each lap I would have to listen to my P.E. teacher tell me to speed up, move faster, RRRUUUUNNNNN FOREST RRRRUUUUNNNNN!!!! But I was the stronger one. Sticking to my ideals, my beliefs, my laziness. I would not run, no matter the cost. Give me a D in P.E., so my GPA would suffer. No matter....I was a walker.
Now, at the ripe age of 28, I do indeed get my cardio in daily...by walking (quickly). In fact I walk so quickly that I probably should be jogging, but again, sticking to my guns, I will my legs to W-A-L-K at an unnatural pace simply to stand firm (or flabby, depending on how you look at it).
At 3:45 this morning I strolled up to the track, preparing myself for the very worst. And sure enough, just as I thought, Armageddon rained down upon me. I lapped once at a respectable speed. Hands pumping above my heart to increase speed & heart rate. Then the second lap was upon me.
I began to jog. Okay, this isn't too bad. I can totally handle this. Third lap. Holy crap I am sweating buckets. Fourth lap. My chest is heaving ridiculously. Four & 3/4. My heart is going to beat out of my chest. By lap five I am fairly sure flames were shooting from my calves and thighs, but I drove on. For 40 minutes I carried on like this. Eventually I began running up and down the bleachers as I came to them. Insanity exudes.
My final 20 minutes I walked....quickly. And as if that wasn't enough I decided to do another mile when my girlfriends B & G showed up. Just a mile though, I was SMOKED. Besides, that mile was far more fun for me. I could laugh between gasps for breath. Thankful for good friends.
My thighs are killing me at present. I could fall asleep at any moment. I dread crawling out of bed in the morning...I may need a walker. Tomorrow is a new day. I don't even have to think about running again until next Wednesday (as this is the new game plan...YUK!)
My positive thoughts? I did it...I ran. I didn't puke, I didn't pass out, I didn't give up, and I didn't die. Am I a runner? HECK NO!!!! But I'll never say never. Far weirder things have happened in my lifetime. Let's just say the verdict is still out on that one & it probably will be for a good long while.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Ah Spring!
Spring is in the air! That means time to RENEW!!! The kids and I spent the day cleaning and re-arranging rooms. This was not only due to the fact that their rooms were in desperate need of a good scrub but also my prepping for yet another furniture shopping spree (imagine that).
This year I'll be resting peacefully in my NEW BEDROOM. Unfortunately the sheer enormity of the set makes my bedroom computer virtually null and void. This added to the fact that I'll be purchasing a massive roll top for my husband...well, I'm sure you can imagine my dilemma. Either we tweak the bedroom situation or add-on. Thinking that may not go over well with housing.
So, that being said, we have combined bedrooms to once again make way for an office, nay...study. And this time there will be no guest bed, no toys, no TV's, no dresser overflow. Just my books, my writing desk (recently purchased), the roll-top, a stunning Kok Fung screen (yet another recent purchase), a few candles, and a reading chair. The study will be my haven (well another haven). Yes, I admit, it would seem my entire home is becoming my great escape. But I'll not apologize for it. I adore the comfortable atmosphere I've created here. Isn't that the way it should be?
My greatest desire is for family and friends to feel as at home here as I do. However, don't come knocking on my door just yet. The house is in an uproar with bunkbed parts lining the walls of my hallway, bedding covering the floor of my laundry room, dressers and closets in the midst of being shifted and purged, and walls being scrubbed and painted (at least touched up). What a nightmare! In fact, if you were to come over right now I'd likely ignore the doorbell for fear you would step into this black hole never to be heard from again...or at least not until next spring.
Much Love to All and Happy Spring!
This year I'll be resting peacefully in my NEW BEDROOM. Unfortunately the sheer enormity of the set makes my bedroom computer virtually null and void. This added to the fact that I'll be purchasing a massive roll top for my husband...well, I'm sure you can imagine my dilemma. Either we tweak the bedroom situation or add-on. Thinking that may not go over well with housing.
So, that being said, we have combined bedrooms to once again make way for an office, nay...study. And this time there will be no guest bed, no toys, no TV's, no dresser overflow. Just my books, my writing desk (recently purchased), the roll-top, a stunning Kok Fung screen (yet another recent purchase), a few candles, and a reading chair. The study will be my haven (well another haven). Yes, I admit, it would seem my entire home is becoming my great escape. But I'll not apologize for it. I adore the comfortable atmosphere I've created here. Isn't that the way it should be?
My greatest desire is for family and friends to feel as at home here as I do. However, don't come knocking on my door just yet. The house is in an uproar with bunkbed parts lining the walls of my hallway, bedding covering the floor of my laundry room, dressers and closets in the midst of being shifted and purged, and walls being scrubbed and painted (at least touched up). What a nightmare! In fact, if you were to come over right now I'd likely ignore the doorbell for fear you would step into this black hole never to be heard from again...or at least not until next spring.
Much Love to All and Happy Spring!
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Ho Hum...
I'm breaking from my dinner preparations and subsequent house tidying to say a quick hello and toss up a few recent photos of my beautiful children. Enjoy!
What'll ya have?
With "Mr. Paddy"
"Greg's" bullseye
What'll ya have?
With "Mr. Paddy"
"Greg's" bullseye
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Sharpen Your Pencils...
...It's Tera Nova testing week! So three of my children will be participating in Tera Nova this year. The rest are still a bit too young I'm afraid. Pity.
As I sat last night tying ribbon around freshly sharpened No.2's and Ritz crackers (yes, I'm insane) I began to reminisce about my tests of yester year. Ah, the memories! The entire population of my school filing into the auditorium where we were to be seated every other chair and a row apart...NO CHEATING!!! God forbid some poor kid behind me begin filling in his bubble sheet: R-A-N-D, Oh crap...testing hasn't started yet!!
And that adrenaline rush! No.2 pencils sharpened and prepped for bubble fillage...you sit, awaiting the "go" word, at which point you throw open your test book and begin hurriedly answering the questions laid out before you. Always sure to fill in the correct bubble line. Such a terrible waste of testing time if you find that you've accidentally skipped a line and must erase and re-fill bubbles...UGH! THE HORROR!!!!!!
Be sure to fill in those bubbles completely now. No X's, check marks, or half filled bubbles. By the end of Jr. High, every child in the United States will, if nothing else, be qualified to hold a job in the bubble filling industry. That is, if you can get your hands on the coveted No.2 pencil. Nuh uh...no No.3's for me! All test lead must be the perfect shade of gray and at just the right level of softness so not to tear the answer sheet. MY HEAVENS!! Whatever shall we do if the magical bubble reader can't decipher the hideous No.3 filled bubbles!!! GASP!
So much hype is put into Tera Nova week. Teachers send home notes the Friday prior:
How To Prepare Your Child For Testing: Get a good nights sleep, eat a healthy breakfast, practice math facts, have your child read to you, (and my personal favorite) Assure your child that there is no reason to be nervous. Are you KIDDING me?! No reason to be nervous? For heavens sake people, you make this out to be the test of all tests. The single thing that will make or break one's educational career. Every eight year old in the country is shaking in their Vans. Don't be nervous....yeah right!
And NOW, we are to send a healthy snack to class for break time. Say WHA? Heck, we didn't get snacks during testing...healthy or otherwise. we weren't even allowed a bottle of water or chewing gum. "Pardon me? You say that you are parched with the dryness of a thousand dessert suns? Well tough luck, finish that test!!!" What has our world come to?
Curious,I do wonder if anyone else had a favorite testing day. Mine...vocabulary & reading comprehension. Oh yes...I was a reading GOD!!!! A math god however, I was not. I do believe I quite likely fell into the "Your child seems to have suffered a serious brain trauma and should seek professional help" category.
Math day was the day when it was absolutely inevitable that I would be rushing to fill in bubbles as the clock ticked away it's final seconds. "TIME! Close your test books. If you have any remaining time at the end of the next section you can go back and finish this section". Remaining time? What the heck were they talking about? If my lame self couldn't get through the simple addition/subtraction section, I sure as heck wouldn't have any remaining time after the trigonometry section. GRRRRR!!!!
No matter. Here I stand before you...er, ummm, this computer...a Tera Nova "graduate". And thankfully, I am no worse for the wear. Now, I will send my children off with a full nights sleep and a healthy breakfast, armed with No.2's and a snack. Good luck young ones. May all your testing dreams come true!
And all these things will be passed down from generation to generation, so that we shall remember those who have gone before.
As I sat last night tying ribbon around freshly sharpened No.2's and Ritz crackers (yes, I'm insane) I began to reminisce about my tests of yester year. Ah, the memories! The entire population of my school filing into the auditorium where we were to be seated every other chair and a row apart...NO CHEATING!!! God forbid some poor kid behind me begin filling in his bubble sheet: R-A-N-D, Oh crap...testing hasn't started yet!!
And that adrenaline rush! No.2 pencils sharpened and prepped for bubble fillage...you sit, awaiting the "go" word, at which point you throw open your test book and begin hurriedly answering the questions laid out before you. Always sure to fill in the correct bubble line. Such a terrible waste of testing time if you find that you've accidentally skipped a line and must erase and re-fill bubbles...UGH! THE HORROR!!!!!!
Be sure to fill in those bubbles completely now. No X's, check marks, or half filled bubbles. By the end of Jr. High, every child in the United States will, if nothing else, be qualified to hold a job in the bubble filling industry. That is, if you can get your hands on the coveted No.2 pencil. Nuh uh...no No.3's for me! All test lead must be the perfect shade of gray and at just the right level of softness so not to tear the answer sheet. MY HEAVENS!! Whatever shall we do if the magical bubble reader can't decipher the hideous No.3 filled bubbles!!! GASP!
So much hype is put into Tera Nova week. Teachers send home notes the Friday prior:
How To Prepare Your Child For Testing: Get a good nights sleep, eat a healthy breakfast, practice math facts, have your child read to you, (and my personal favorite) Assure your child that there is no reason to be nervous. Are you KIDDING me?! No reason to be nervous? For heavens sake people, you make this out to be the test of all tests. The single thing that will make or break one's educational career. Every eight year old in the country is shaking in their Vans. Don't be nervous....yeah right!
And NOW, we are to send a healthy snack to class for break time. Say WHA? Heck, we didn't get snacks during testing...healthy or otherwise. we weren't even allowed a bottle of water or chewing gum. "Pardon me? You say that you are parched with the dryness of a thousand dessert suns? Well tough luck, finish that test!!!" What has our world come to?
Curious,I do wonder if anyone else had a favorite testing day. Mine...vocabulary & reading comprehension. Oh yes...I was a reading GOD!!!! A math god however, I was not. I do believe I quite likely fell into the "Your child seems to have suffered a serious brain trauma and should seek professional help" category.
Math day was the day when it was absolutely inevitable that I would be rushing to fill in bubbles as the clock ticked away it's final seconds. "TIME! Close your test books. If you have any remaining time at the end of the next section you can go back and finish this section". Remaining time? What the heck were they talking about? If my lame self couldn't get through the simple addition/subtraction section, I sure as heck wouldn't have any remaining time after the trigonometry section. GRRRRR!!!!
No matter. Here I stand before you...er, ummm, this computer...a Tera Nova "graduate". And thankfully, I am no worse for the wear. Now, I will send my children off with a full nights sleep and a healthy breakfast, armed with No.2's and a snack. Good luck young ones. May all your testing dreams come true!
And all these things will be passed down from generation to generation, so that we shall remember those who have gone before.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Reality Exudes
No....you are not suffering from delusional fits of hysteria. After a very long and meandering month without me, you can rest easy. I am indeed, blogging again (here's a tissue, now wipe those tears from your eyes).
I've been on sabbatical in Thailand for the last couple of weeks. A much needed break if I do say so myself. And now, after great many massages, cups of coffee, glasses of wine, and baht frivolously spent, I am once again home with a much clearer head and lighter heart.
Unfortunately, there remains a far less appealing side to my holiday...the reality of returning home. I do believe that upon departure, the airlines issue rose colored glasses through which one will fondly remember home. However, the actual return is never quite as romantic.
After the customary hugs and kisses, gifts handed out, and general catching up...ones senses begin to overload as they take in the fine layer of dust, the over-growth of lawn, and the laundry pile slowly inching it's way into Mt. Washme status yet again. I console myself with the joy on my babies faces. I am, truly, happy to be home. Their smiles and laughter offer far more than the restorative properties of shopping.
So I welcome (albeit, tentatively) the laundry, homework, dishes, vacuuming, oil changes, and lawn work. Reality is a good place to be. I think I'll stay a while.
Missed you all! Smooches!! ~RD
I've been on sabbatical in Thailand for the last couple of weeks. A much needed break if I do say so myself. And now, after great many massages, cups of coffee, glasses of wine, and baht frivolously spent, I am once again home with a much clearer head and lighter heart.
Unfortunately, there remains a far less appealing side to my holiday...the reality of returning home. I do believe that upon departure, the airlines issue rose colored glasses through which one will fondly remember home. However, the actual return is never quite as romantic.
After the customary hugs and kisses, gifts handed out, and general catching up...ones senses begin to overload as they take in the fine layer of dust, the over-growth of lawn, and the laundry pile slowly inching it's way into Mt. Washme status yet again. I console myself with the joy on my babies faces. I am, truly, happy to be home. Their smiles and laughter offer far more than the restorative properties of shopping.
So I welcome (albeit, tentatively) the laundry, homework, dishes, vacuuming, oil changes, and lawn work. Reality is a good place to be. I think I'll stay a while.
Missed you all! Smooches!! ~RD
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Peek-A-Boo
So,my computer is still on the fritz. I have resorted to stealing away private moments on K's computer...pathetic.
I'm off to Bangkok once again and am THRILLED. My friend G has been mulling the trip over for a few months now so when she finally decided she was ready for some time away I was ecstatic. We fly mid-month for two weeks of R&R. No practices, no homework, no laundry, no cooking. Hehehehehe....insert evil laugh.
Other than that...I've not much to report. Well, that isn't exactly honest. I've a great deal of laugh out loud, gut-gripping, roll over in hysterics, true life funnies to share. However, I haven't the time to do them justice...so you'll just have to stay on the look out!
Until then...SMOOCHES!!
I'm off to Bangkok once again and am THRILLED. My friend G has been mulling the trip over for a few months now so when she finally decided she was ready for some time away I was ecstatic. We fly mid-month for two weeks of R&R. No practices, no homework, no laundry, no cooking. Hehehehehe....insert evil laugh.
Other than that...I've not much to report. Well, that isn't exactly honest. I've a great deal of laugh out loud, gut-gripping, roll over in hysterics, true life funnies to share. However, I haven't the time to do them justice...so you'll just have to stay on the look out!
Until then...SMOOCHES!!
Thursday, January 26, 2006
It's Been a While....
since I could...hold my head up high. Oh wait...this isn't a song from Staind. No, It's been a while since I've written. One can hardly forget when their inbox receives such an influx of blog requests. My apologies, however, I am once again in the midst of a PC snafu. I have come to the conclusion that all technology despises me and that I shall remain doomed for life.
On the up side...life is keeping us busy. The kids are finishing up Football and Cheer season this weekend which means Monday will usher in Baseball and Softball season. Marsha, Greg, and Bobby have all decided to play so again, I will play the role of taxi driver. I'm honestly thinking of painting my van yellow and attaching a meter to the dash.
Our life is a whirlwind of cleats, jerseys, Dial soap and deodorant. Ah yes....this is the life!
On the up side...life is keeping us busy. The kids are finishing up Football and Cheer season this weekend which means Monday will usher in Baseball and Softball season. Marsha, Greg, and Bobby have all decided to play so again, I will play the role of taxi driver. I'm honestly thinking of painting my van yellow and attaching a meter to the dash.
Our life is a whirlwind of cleats, jerseys, Dial soap and deodorant. Ah yes....this is the life!
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Farewell Winter Break
We decided to spend the kids last day of winter vacation at one of the Japanese parks off base. The kids had been nagging Al and I to take them to one park in particular with a "drop slide", I prefer to call it the slide from hell. I can't blame the kids for enjoying it though...it's a riot.
You begin by climbing the stairs 15 feet into the air where you then sit on a platform, slide your rear to the edge, and grab hold of a bar that is positioned over....thin air. Once you fling your body from the platform you hang suspended from this bar until you work up the nerve to DROP 8 feet to the slide. I do believe the design is meant to give you such an adrenaline rush that you fail to notice the massive bruise beginning to form on your tail end.
The park also boasts a HUGE roller slide. These are indeed a great deal of fun...about three times as high as the drop slide, you use it as you would any regular slide...with one exception...it is VITAL that you sit on cardboard.
This slide is made up of small rollers. You sit on the first and it rolls you to the second and third and fourth and so on. Without the cardboard ones Gluteus Maximus would feel as if it were shooting flames by roller 500. This, as you can imagine, is absolutely excruciating. With or without cardboard however, the rider will reach such a speed as to be catapulted a good 50 feet off the end. Talk about fun!
Then there are the individual merry-go-rounds. If not approached with care one is liable to walk away with a slight concussion. These toys consist of a disk and pole placed in the ground at a slant (to add to the danger eh um I mean fun). One would sit on the disk and hold the pole (much like they would a sit and spin) while another would spin them at such a speed as to make the rider hold on for dear life until being flung 100 MPH from the contraption.
Japanese parks are a far cry from the more conservative ones in the states. Although I am fairly positive that if any of these playthings were installed stateside there would a great many lawsuits filed. Crazy Americans ruining our fun! Hehehehe!
Here are a few photos from our afternoon. My apologies for not snapping any shots of the "drop slide", I was busy reading...perhaps next time.
You begin by climbing the stairs 15 feet into the air where you then sit on a platform, slide your rear to the edge, and grab hold of a bar that is positioned over....thin air. Once you fling your body from the platform you hang suspended from this bar until you work up the nerve to DROP 8 feet to the slide. I do believe the design is meant to give you such an adrenaline rush that you fail to notice the massive bruise beginning to form on your tail end.
The park also boasts a HUGE roller slide. These are indeed a great deal of fun...about three times as high as the drop slide, you use it as you would any regular slide...with one exception...it is VITAL that you sit on cardboard.
This slide is made up of small rollers. You sit on the first and it rolls you to the second and third and fourth and so on. Without the cardboard ones Gluteus Maximus would feel as if it were shooting flames by roller 500. This, as you can imagine, is absolutely excruciating. With or without cardboard however, the rider will reach such a speed as to be catapulted a good 50 feet off the end. Talk about fun!
Then there are the individual merry-go-rounds. If not approached with care one is liable to walk away with a slight concussion. These toys consist of a disk and pole placed in the ground at a slant (to add to the danger eh um I mean fun). One would sit on the disk and hold the pole (much like they would a sit and spin) while another would spin them at such a speed as to make the rider hold on for dear life until being flung 100 MPH from the contraption.
Japanese parks are a far cry from the more conservative ones in the states. Although I am fairly positive that if any of these playthings were installed stateside there would a great many lawsuits filed. Crazy Americans ruining our fun! Hehehehe!
Here are a few photos from our afternoon. My apologies for not snapping any shots of the "drop slide", I was busy reading...perhaps next time.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Happy 2006!
We hadn't any definite plans for ringing in the New Year until about 3 hours before the blessed moment. But come midnight Al and I were tooting our horns and clinking our plastic champagne glasses with seven of our friends and about 300 other people who didn't feel like partying out gate 2 in the pouring rain. We danced and laughed until midnight. Then we all counted down, kissed, hugged, toasted the New Year and called home to wake up our sleepy children. Somewhere in all that excitement R.L. had the pleasure of receiving my first "bird" of 2006 at which point he gladly returned the favor. It was all in love though as we fondly embraced afterward. Thanks R.L. for that honor!! Hehehehe!
It was close to 3 when the eight of us piled into my van (Al and I weren't drinking) and headed out to the infamous Club X for a bit of Karaoke. I laughed my tail end off! I sang a few songs to get everyone warmed up (that means they all had time to down a few beers). A.J., who enjoys a bit of karaoke I am told, rocked the mic with a little "Paint It Black". K.L., J.G. and I belted out a lovely rendition of "Hollaback Girl" (I'm using the term "lovely" veeeerrrrryyyyyyy loosely here). And we all about threw down when some guy tried to steal our mics during "Sweet Home Alabama". Finally Al and R.L. finished us off with "Hotel California", now THAT was a treat!
Our voices raw and gravelly we trodded back to the USO where K.L., R.L., Al and I decided to head to CoCo's for our first 2006 curry run! At 6 a.m. the four of us sat zombie-like in that booth attempting not to fall asleep in our Chicken Cutlet Curries. Needless to say, we crashed hard when we finally rolled in around 7.
It was a good New Years Eve. Hope your was as safe and fun as ours! Happy 2006 all!!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Back to Reality
Well, Christmas is officially over which means I now have to find a place for all this stuff the kids have accumulated. Normally I would have had them clean their rooms prior to Christmas day, and the truth is....I did, only the rooms didn't exactly stay that way. Besides the fact that I haven't gotten in there to do a good thorough cleaning in a couple of months which means.....YUK!!!!
So, here I am...the day after Christmas, scrubbing my kids' bedrooms. This is no small task let me assure you. I haven't the foggiest idea how the hell my kids can manage to be such slobs. For heaven sake...they came from MY gene pool! Those rooms truly disgust me sometimes.
I just finished Bobby and Cindy's room. THREE trash bags of assorted cut up paper, old crayons, ripped books (sorry Grandma), broken toys and who knows what. I probably filled up the canister of my vacuume in that room alone. N-A-S-T-Y!!! Whatever...beds are made and fabreezed, a window is cracked to let in a bit of fresh air, everything is dusted and the glass is gleaming.
Now I get to move on to the boys room. NOT such a terrible feat. Amazingly Greg and Peter are very clean. Fifteen minutes in there and I will be finished. After that unfortunately, I must tackle Marsha and Jan's room. This I dread. Those girls have one of the worst rooms I've ever seen. Literally within hours of cleaning, it somehow they destroy it once again. Not only do I have to scrub that room (with face mask and rubber gloves), but when I'm finished I will have a whole new Mt. Washme on my hands. As if I don't have enough laundry already.
So I suppose the next couple of days will be devoted to the laundry room. Heck if I have enough I may have to make my piles on the living room floor (nothing quite motivates one to finish the wash like piles invading their living space). Yep...these are good times!
Oh and by the way, if you were thinking of dropping in for a little visit this week, don't bother. I refuse to entertain until the end of this hellish nightmare! Toodles!
So, here I am...the day after Christmas, scrubbing my kids' bedrooms. This is no small task let me assure you. I haven't the foggiest idea how the hell my kids can manage to be such slobs. For heaven sake...they came from MY gene pool! Those rooms truly disgust me sometimes.
I just finished Bobby and Cindy's room. THREE trash bags of assorted cut up paper, old crayons, ripped books (sorry Grandma), broken toys and who knows what. I probably filled up the canister of my vacuume in that room alone. N-A-S-T-Y!!! Whatever...beds are made and fabreezed, a window is cracked to let in a bit of fresh air, everything is dusted and the glass is gleaming.
Now I get to move on to the boys room. NOT such a terrible feat. Amazingly Greg and Peter are very clean. Fifteen minutes in there and I will be finished. After that unfortunately, I must tackle Marsha and Jan's room. This I dread. Those girls have one of the worst rooms I've ever seen. Literally within hours of cleaning, it somehow they destroy it once again. Not only do I have to scrub that room (with face mask and rubber gloves), but when I'm finished I will have a whole new Mt. Washme on my hands. As if I don't have enough laundry already.
So I suppose the next couple of days will be devoted to the laundry room. Heck if I have enough I may have to make my piles on the living room floor (nothing quite motivates one to finish the wash like piles invading their living space). Yep...these are good times!
Oh and by the way, if you were thinking of dropping in for a little visit this week, don't bother. I refuse to entertain until the end of this hellish nightmare! Toodles!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
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