30 August 2005

take it A-L-L

So this is my lot in life. Laundry.

I can do two loads a day and I still have Mt. Everest waiting to be done. It laughs at me. Sneering at me and sprawling out. It's having more 'dirty laundry babies' every time I turn around to deal with the dishes, vacuuming, or very, very important things like say, blogging.

You see, I have four kids. Add one Mr Coffee who job generates more laundry than a 20 story Hilton Hotel.

My two year old believes her goal in life is to be as naked as possible no matter how often I dress her. See, its more fun to draw on your belly than a piece of paper. Didn't you know? This makes 1, 2, 8, 12 loads a day.

When by chance that a blue moon hits the sky and my laundry does get done, I will then start in like a maniac folding everything I can get off my couch. It's a race against my children. They are natural-born flinging machines and find all sorts of creative ways of catapulting the laundry about the room. Even as you read, (Blink.....Blink......Blink) there is a laundry stack, neatly folded, that is being eyed by a toddler who has a real future at the Olympic shot-put.

So what if my couch looks like the testing ground for Downey Wrinkle and Release Spray? So what if I'm picking Cherrios off my newly washed T-shirt. Sigh. I just don't think I'll win this one.

12 August 2005

good sweats

It's time to get into gear today. Its already mid afternoon and I'm still wearing the pj's I worked out in. Nothing like saving money on work out sweats. Just wear your pjs.

Two guys came over to the house to drop off work tools of my hubby's. Does everyone have their radar out? "This just in, she's worked out in pj's and smells like a locker room. Let's visit."

My sister in law came by too. Feelin' the family love.

At least they are the good pj's and not the ones with the hole in the right pant leg. I get myself to throw these lovelies away.

My shower calls....

11 August 2005

12 years

12 years my love
the beginning
God brings
Hello Mr Mr Mr
Pizza date
Expo show
drive like a bat
sunday morning
smiles upon us
subway park
everybody here
wants to be here
couch movies
knowing the future
Coke and a smile
fresh french fries
salty thank you
blue pickup
borrowed to fix
new jobs
phone calls
long drives home
banquet walks
black velvet dress
the ring or not
VanHalen mowers
say I do
rental cars
saving the planet
at gorge honeymoon
tillamook strikes
small with storage
Ford pickup
with Combat
concrete laundry
charging in
gravel flying
smiles and movies
homemade pot roast
learning to live
Turtle flys
baggage cleaning
brings understanding
laughter fills
1100 mile move
tummy grows
pool time
bank commute
fully-dressed swimmer
laughter hangs
new baby
wrapped pinkies
carpenter tools
pay the bills
UHaul feedings
toddler shoes
Nana's sidewalk
home means work
more concrete laundry
love strikes again
grizzly adams brings
greatest excellent
wise Leader
baby diapers
cousins about
dirt piles
lava rock
scream and shout
internet terrain
paint and spiders
Quiet nights
Fiery war-like giant
bringing joy
pain in the quiet
volume rises
bic hairdos
struggles to share
more concrete laundry
big chicken
meets cinderella
please go
future awaits
new perspective brings
weeks to think
computer distract
stresses break
dreams in 3 days
words are harmony
packing Bees
music in the trunk
1100 miles in 22 hours
words are many
both sides work
as long as we both shall
look to God
home suprise
piece of van
new addition
makes 6
almost 5
champion wins
final score
two and two
faithfulness abounds
never changes
time cards
monetary purpose
school brings
babies mature
a life to have
calendars turn
laughter and love
it's only you
add to the years
12 as they are
amaze me

05 August 2005


I try very hard not to complain.

Negativity does not suit anyone although, there comes a time when you have to vent!

In light of that, I have to dedicate this blog to those parents who brought their three children, all under 8 years old, to the PG-13 movie last night. Nice move, hey, while you are at it, buy them some ciggies and beer on the way home.

Things that make me nuts:

Loud cell phone talkers during dinner.

People who believe Yield means, "Just mash in...but do it fast"

People who stand on your heels at the check out lane.
(If you were any closer, you would be in front of me)

People who ding the crap out of your parked car.
(increases the resale value, Im sure)

Full grown adults who don't cover their cough or sneezing.
(thanks, I needed another cold)

Anyone in customer service that calls me 'hun'.
(Okay, sweetcheeks, I'll have a coffee refill)

People who fill out their forms at the bank drive-through...when they finally get to the window
(I forgot my time is just not important anymore)

People who wear so much cologne that your eyes water when they walk by.

Tall people that don't stand up straight.

Women who wear black nylons with white shoes.

People who pace with your car on the highway.

Those who talk loudly during a movie.

Those who double park or park in the handicap space and have no permit.
(Gee, I had my hazards on!!!)

Women who hike their thong underwear up so it shows out their pants.
(Hello? underwear)

People with 'Kerry - Edwards' stickers still on their car.

People who smack their gum.
(Hint: Purchase mirror and practice gum chewing for 10 minutes while gazing upon your cud-chewing face. Now do you get it?)

So, tell me......what makes you nuts?