It's cold here tonight. It's suppose to get warmer this week, so that's good. However about 10 days ago it was 90. When we were having about 3 days (on a weekend, nonetheless) of 90+ heat, I refused to turn the air on. I mean, it's October already! My neglected children had to sleep in their rooms with their windows open in their underwear. OMG, the HORROR. Okay, it did totally suck, but GAWD IT'S OCTOBER ALREADY!
Now, a mere 10 days later, it's in the upper 30's. (Hey, at least we don't have snow!) Soooo, since it's ONLY October, my poor, deprived, totally abused children will have to sleep with an extra blanket on them tonight, because NO HEAT... IT'S ONLY OCTOBER!!!!!!!!!
Does anyone else have 'rules' they follow on turning on their air or heat? I won't turn my air on in May or October -- only June through September (I live in the central Midwest). I won't turn my heat on in May or October. So what I have determined is May and October are free-for-all months? Why you ask? I have no friggin' idea!?!? I must have some sort of OCD, ACD, or whatever you call it. I hope it don't spread....
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Update on the Junk Day Pick Up
I almost forgot! Today my precious saved items, items I have ever so lovingly kept over the course of 17 years (okay, a bunch of worthless crap in my basement, that I never go through because it scares me to be down there because of all the looming big boxes that surround you) got picked up today in our town's annual junk day.
1. It took 3 men to clean our property.
2. It took over 30 minutes for the above said 3 men to clean our property.
3. Those same 3 men had to push the squisher button on the garbage truck FIVE (yes, I counted!) times to get through all of our precious saved items (aka JUNK).
4. One of the 3 men that cleaned up our property had some sort of "tic". He shook his head violently several times during this time frame. With no disrespect to "tics", the first time I saw him shake I honestly thought the guy was having a stroke over my large pile. Thankfully it was just a disorder.
5. We had a CONTINUOUS stream of treasure hunters going through our precious saved items for 24 straight hours. (The garbage truck had to wait for a car to leave, so they could pull up and start their business!) And when I say continuous, I mean CONTINUOUS... all night and all day. I was amazed.
Hallelujah, I can say I accomplished something this weekend. Now if only I can tackle the gigantor pile of laundry, I will be on a super-hero level.
1. It took 3 men to clean our property.
2. It took over 30 minutes for the above said 3 men to clean our property.
3. Those same 3 men had to push the squisher button on the garbage truck FIVE (yes, I counted!) times to get through all of our precious saved items (aka JUNK).
4. One of the 3 men that cleaned up our property had some sort of "tic". He shook his head violently several times during this time frame. With no disrespect to "tics", the first time I saw him shake I honestly thought the guy was having a stroke over my large pile. Thankfully it was just a disorder.
5. We had a CONTINUOUS stream of treasure hunters going through our precious saved items for 24 straight hours. (The garbage truck had to wait for a car to leave, so they could pull up and start their business!) And when I say continuous, I mean CONTINUOUS... all night and all day. I was amazed.
Hallelujah, I can say I accomplished something this weekend. Now if only I can tackle the gigantor pile of laundry, I will be on a super-hero level.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
12 step programs for Blogging
For starters, let me just get this off my chest right now. I have been a total loser, lazy a** today. Seriously, I am not sure I could possibly get any closer to being a slug than I am right now!
I had such high hopes for me today. I really did. I got up (ahem...at 10 - okay but it's Saturday and my kids are all older and I can sleep if I want to! I've paid my dues.) Anyhoo, I got up and cleaned the kitchen... wow what a complete mess that was (i.e. ignored for 2 days due to large quantities of crap being lugged outside), sorted all of our laundry for the week (that's huge piles x5) and did two loads all by 11. This is where the story turns sour people.
For some unknown reason I thought I would log onto (or is it into??) my laptop and 'check my email'. HA... that was funny. I very rarely ever JUST check my email and by gawd if I have free time... I lose time on the friggin' Internet. And this new found Blog thing has me crazed. I am addicted and I need help. No really, I need some sort of 12 step program. Which I have never needed before now, but I do, I really do. Before I knew it, it was 3:30 pm. I was kidnapped and transported into some form of time warp. I am certain, I did NOT just spend 4 1/2 hours on here, I did NOT.
Lo and Behold, I am back on again... this evening. I did the motherly things today. I took my daughter to Nutcracker practice, picked up her new Nutcracker attire, took her to McDonalds where my oldest son is crew trainer, chatted with all his friends, came home and talked to my middle son about football and learned both of our state teams lost today, spoke to my husband about how freaking lazy and sick we are, he agreed wholeheartedly... yet continued playing WOW(for those of you that know what WOW means, my deepest apologies, as his addictions GO MUCH DEEPER THAN MINE). Oh and played my daughters home-made board game with her...luckily it was speedy and over before I even understood it. Ahhhh, I love that kid.
I had such high hopes for me today. I really did. I got up (ahem...at 10 - okay but it's Saturday and my kids are all older and I can sleep if I want to! I've paid my dues.) Anyhoo, I got up and cleaned the kitchen... wow what a complete mess that was (i.e. ignored for 2 days due to large quantities of crap being lugged outside), sorted all of our laundry for the week (that's huge piles x5) and did two loads all by 11. This is where the story turns sour people.
For some unknown reason I thought I would log onto (or is it into??) my laptop and 'check my email'. HA... that was funny. I very rarely ever JUST check my email and by gawd if I have free time... I lose time on the friggin' Internet. And this new found Blog thing has me crazed. I am addicted and I need help. No really, I need some sort of 12 step program. Which I have never needed before now, but I do, I really do. Before I knew it, it was 3:30 pm. I was kidnapped and transported into some form of time warp. I am certain, I did NOT just spend 4 1/2 hours on here, I did NOT.
Lo and Behold, I am back on again... this evening. I did the motherly things today. I took my daughter to Nutcracker practice, picked up her new Nutcracker attire, took her to McDonalds where my oldest son is crew trainer, chatted with all his friends, came home and talked to my middle son about football and learned both of our state teams lost today, spoke to my husband about how freaking lazy and sick we are, he agreed wholeheartedly... yet continued playing WOW(for those of you that know what WOW means, my deepest apologies, as his addictions GO MUCH DEEPER THAN MINE). Oh and played my daughters home-made board game with her...luckily it was speedy and over before I even understood it. Ahhhh, I love that kid.
Friday, October 19, 2007
World Record Holder
You are officially reading the blog of a World Record Holder. Yes....we hold the record of the most Junk on the curb of our town's Junk Day pick up. Although we will be given no official award, there is something to be said for just knowing you are the best at something!
Who knew that 17 years worth of storage could cover an entire property at the curb?
Who knew it would take 2 days and 3 people to carry said storage items to the curb of the property?
Who knew that when I graduated from high school (ahem... nearly twenty years ago) that I wanted to be a Legal Aid and have no children? 1. Since when did I ever have any interest in anything "legal" to begin with, apparently THAT day I did! 2. It should be noted that I had my child 20 months after my graduation (not counting being married 13 months after graduation, as well). WOW, I should of been a psychic! I missed my calling completely.
Who knew that pictures left in picture frames long enough (oh say 17 years) WILL be permanently glued to the glass?
Who knew that my hair really did use to make me stand... oh about 7 feet tall!?! (My kids thought that was particularly funny... so do you know what my rebuttal was back?? Oh, it's a good one... one MY MOM said to me growing up and I NEVER EVER believed her. "Oh laugh now, one day your kids will be laughing at your styles now". They never get it)
Who knew SO MANY people drove around said town looking through other people's "junk"? The old adage is true... one man's junk is another man's treasure.... because there are A LOT of treasure hunters out there tonight.
It has been a fun filled day! And one I do not want to repeat for, let's say, 17 years!
Who knew that 17 years worth of storage could cover an entire property at the curb?
Who knew it would take 2 days and 3 people to carry said storage items to the curb of the property?
Who knew that when I graduated from high school (ahem... nearly twenty years ago) that I wanted to be a Legal Aid and have no children? 1. Since when did I ever have any interest in anything "legal" to begin with, apparently THAT day I did! 2. It should be noted that I had my child 20 months after my graduation (not counting being married 13 months after graduation, as well). WOW, I should of been a psychic! I missed my calling completely.
Who knew that pictures left in picture frames long enough (oh say 17 years) WILL be permanently glued to the glass?
Who knew that my hair really did use to make me stand... oh about 7 feet tall!?! (My kids thought that was particularly funny... so do you know what my rebuttal was back?? Oh, it's a good one... one MY MOM said to me growing up and I NEVER EVER believed her. "Oh laugh now, one day your kids will be laughing at your styles now". They never get it)
Who knew SO MANY people drove around said town looking through other people's "junk"? The old adage is true... one man's junk is another man's treasure.... because there are A LOT of treasure hunters out there tonight.
It has been a fun filled day! And one I do not want to repeat for, let's say, 17 years!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Bloggin 101
Wow, my very first post. I have been working up to this for about a week. I have been lurking on many, many blogs recently working up the courage to just start my own. I know I will not lack in anything to write about. All in all, I have no life to speak of... well outside of my kids. They provide enough entertainment, heartache, frustration and freakisms to last a life time.
For example, today my husband and I had a vacation day to clean the basement! I know, I know... everyone is so jealous of how we spend our vacation around here!!! I will tell you though, it was so worth it. I have lived in this house for 17 years, my husband only 2 1/2. I had 17 years worth of crap in the basement storage room. So, Saturday is our town's "junk day" pick up. What a great idea I had, let's clean out the basement and put it all on the curb!!!!! Yea me!
So my 17 year old son stayed home with us to help (he's a great student and hey we needed the help). He is going to school tomorrow as we continue the clean up process. Anyhoo, we were in my middle son's room (14 year old) and my oldest found a bottle of lotion in his room and LITERALLY fell on the floor laughing hysterically. I know it was my daughter that brought it down there, as I remember the conversation with her around this. However, this did not stop my oldest from having the laugh of his life over it. So, one example of what my life has become living full time with 2 teenage boys (and another one part time).
My daughter spends most of her time at the dance studio, well... so do I. I do believe it is to avoid conversations like those mentioned above. My daughter is heavily into dance and I in turn, am as well. It can't be helped really. I grew up dancing, danced on the drill team in high school, danced in my 20's. Then quit when I was pregnant with her (yes that is what I blame the current 100 lbs gain on). My best friend from high school teaches at this studio and I am the secretary (in my spare time... har de har har). Tonight I am home instead of being there, since I spent the day in the cob-webby, dirty, gross basement.
I think that is about all for now, my first post and all. More later, try to contain the excitement.
For example, today my husband and I had a vacation day to clean the basement! I know, I know... everyone is so jealous of how we spend our vacation around here!!! I will tell you though, it was so worth it. I have lived in this house for 17 years, my husband only 2 1/2. I had 17 years worth of crap in the basement storage room. So, Saturday is our town's "junk day" pick up. What a great idea I had, let's clean out the basement and put it all on the curb!!!!! Yea me!
So my 17 year old son stayed home with us to help (he's a great student and hey we needed the help). He is going to school tomorrow as we continue the clean up process. Anyhoo, we were in my middle son's room (14 year old) and my oldest found a bottle of lotion in his room and LITERALLY fell on the floor laughing hysterically. I know it was my daughter that brought it down there, as I remember the conversation with her around this. However, this did not stop my oldest from having the laugh of his life over it. So, one example of what my life has become living full time with 2 teenage boys (and another one part time).
My daughter spends most of her time at the dance studio, well... so do I. I do believe it is to avoid conversations like those mentioned above. My daughter is heavily into dance and I in turn, am as well. It can't be helped really. I grew up dancing, danced on the drill team in high school, danced in my 20's. Then quit when I was pregnant with her (yes that is what I blame the current 100 lbs gain on). My best friend from high school teaches at this studio and I am the secretary (in my spare time... har de har har). Tonight I am home instead of being there, since I spent the day in the cob-webby, dirty, gross basement.
I think that is about all for now, my first post and all. More later, try to contain the excitement.
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