Enough pilfering, Angel!

Okay, so today I've lacked imagination. I've basically taken posts from other blogs and used them. Yes, I've been a blogging poser today. A shadow of myself.

So now I'm trying to save face and make an original post. It will not be anything fantastic or overly witty an observation about life around us so move on if you are seeking those sorts of things.

My day started off crazy. My monkeys got up and decided that despite asking for the breakfast they wanted and getting the breakfast they wanted, they wouldn't eat it. So after feeling like a psychotic cheerleader saying "eat it, eat it, eat it now!" I walk up to the bus stop with my son. After returning home I had to grab my digital camera, tape measure, paint sample deck, catelogs and big bag to stuff it in. I printed up a brochure for my design business and then dressed my daughter and drove her off to preschool. Then I met up with a woman who's son is in the same preschool to help her with her master bedroom. God I love design. I was there only a half hour and it juiced me up! Adrenaline rush from design? Freaky weird.

Then I had to take photos at my parents of their driveway as they attempt to get the new asphalt driveway repaired by the installer or prepare to sue. Then I finally had a piece of toast at home.

An hour later I was picking my daughter up and there I got another baking order. On the way home I found out from hubby that I'll be getting 2-3 more baking orders.

Then I get home and waste away doing nothing but pilfering from other blogs. I feel like a waste of life. I kept checking email a million times even though I knew there really wouldn't be anything there. *sigh*

I get a phone call from my best customer for baked goods. Apparently she has been talking me up around town and her friend wants to order something. So there you have it. I thought all my orders were in and nope.

So next week will be a mad house here. Hubby told me that he and the kids are leaving the house Monday & Tuesday since I will be a blur in the kitchen. LOL. Whatever, he just better not get in my way. I'll tell you what! *chuckle*

An unimaginative post but a day in my life. I feel like I did so much and yet I did nothing. I'm up to do something and try to salvage my day. Blog ya later!

Dramamama inspired

I feel like a copy cat today but I have been very unimaginative lately. I have tons of baking orders coming in and perhaps my mind is elsewhere. Anyway, this post was inspired by Dramamama and her recent post "100 Things That you Never Wanted to Know." We only met via online recently and have been freaked out by how similar we are. So to further scare her, and me, here's my list. Compare and contrast at your leisure. I have put one * for somewhat similar and two *'s for freakishly similar items

100 [MORE] Things That you Never Wanted to Know

1. I was born in Pennsyvania in 1972
2. Both my parents are alive and live only 5 minutes from me.
3. I love iced tea, sweetened iced tea. I drink it by the gallons, homemade with lipton tea bags.
4. I can not drink my iced tea without ice. What’s the point,right?
5. I was told in 1992 by a palm-reader on vacation that I would have two kids: one boy and one girl and hubby would wear a suit to work.
6. She was 100% correct: Boy age 6-1/2, girl age 5.
7. I think they are the most beautiful and hysterical kids alive.
8. I hate spiders and ants. I refuse to kill them if hubby is home, if he isn’t, I become the terminator. I will kill spiders with the largest thing I can find and I do it with relish.
9. I am a potato chip nut.
**10. I color my hair, now. From my teens to 20’s I had the perfect hair color and got compliments. Now, after kids, it gets dark and I fix that.
11. I'm an Interior Designer, with a degree in it even.
12. I can build things: ie, I built a brick mailbox, pool deck, kids wooden swingset, fire pit, as well as interior renovation. I can use a miter saw, a level and such with some skill. I’m actually jonesing for a jig saw.
**13. I think that Rescue Me is (one of) the best show(s) on television.
**14. I have OCD. (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)
15. I hate my feet, sometimes I hate my height.
16. I start many projects but have to push myself to finish them.
17. I married a very stubborn polish/german man.
18. We almost split up over a guy I met online last year.
19. We just celebrated our 10 year anniversary this past May.
20. I have never been in the mountains.
21. I love to organize things. My family teases me and says I’m like Monica on ‘Friends’ with the label maker. I love making my home organized and more efficient. Any connection to #14?
22. I hate clutter, it drives me freakin insane. But that goes with #21. LOL
23. I used to always be late. I just start 15 minutes earlier.
24. This is my 1st marriage.
*25. I LOVE being a stay at home mom. The desire to have less debt and more money in savings propells me to seek employment, part time. Until my daughter starts school full-time in a few years.
26. The house my parents had bought before I was born is the house I lived in my whole life. It’s only 5 minutes from me. I live in the town I grew up in.
27. My father was a senior quality control inspector for robotic arms and is a perfectionist. It’s hard to live with a perfectionist.
*28. I miss my flat tummy that I used to have... but wouldn't trade my kids for anything. I’m working on exercising that pooch away.
*29. I'm a romantic, but I would consider myself more an erotic kinky girl. Romance is great and so is great s*x. LOL.
30. I don't consider myself to be an interesting person, but I have done a small amount of interesting things.
*31. I LOVE making people laugh and I’m constantly worrying that I’m offending people. I have this obsession with being liked and avoiding rejection.
32. I’ve always wanted to be a mom and have contemplated becoming a lawyer but don’t want the student loans.
33. I hate Pennsylvania. I want to live somewhere that’s warm but not too warm and in the winter doesn’t get too cold.
34. I love snow when I’m sledding or making snowmen with my kids. Any other time it can go away. Okay, it’s pretty to look at from the warm confines of my home.
35. I'm very opinionated and not very knowledgable when it comes to computers.
**36. I have never broken a bone in my body.
**37. I hate drinking water and rarely do.
38. I love chocolate but try to avoid it unless I get a serious craving.
39. I'm a spontaneous person with some things and others I’m a planner.
40. I'm a sucker for junk food. Can't resist it.
41. I love almost all Impressionist’s paintings.
**42. I have two sisters, one older and one younger.
43. I’ve been told I’m a great cook (my mom is a stupendous cook) and my baking sells pretty well.
44. I make sure there is one baked dessert in the house at all times, especially when my son gets home from school.
45. I'm only 5'0".
**46. I'm VERY pale... very very very pale. Transluscent actually, *snicker* I’m not supposed to tan because I have many many beauty marks that could become suspicious to my dermatologist but I live on the wild side.
**47. I love the color red... wearing it, decorating with it. My kitchen, family room, entry way, dining room and master bedroom suite all have red in it.
48. I am overly dramatic and have very expressive facial reactions. I have a pair of underwear that reads “Drama Queen.”
49. I love to jump out and scare people. My family did this all the time growing up. Some people think it’s weird, my new brother-in-law hates it. In my house we scare each other once a week. Such an adreneline rush!
50. I have visited 12 states and Canada a few times.
**51. I love maps. I could read an atlas for hours, just for fun. I love love love maps. I have to fold the map because hubby can never fold it right. See #14.
**52. I have an amazing zest for life. I can find beauty and interesting things anywhere I visit. I ALWAYS STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES.
**53. I love architecture and truly enjoy looking at and taking pictures of old buildings. I love learning their history as well but that should be a given since I'm an interior designer and used to work with architects.
54. I had one dog growing up for one week. He peed on the carpet and my mom returned him. With three young kids and a hubby who worked all the time it was too hard. I now have my first dog ever, hubby let me get my dream dog… a cocker spaniel named Amber.
55. I grew up with cats. I still have a cat from when we first married. She’s 10-1/2 and is named Eponine. Hubby named her after a character in one of my favorite musicals. When Eponine was 2 we got another cat around Easter. I named him Simba. 6 days later he was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia and I had to put him down, right then, right there. I held him until he passed and I was a mess. I had the whole vet office crying.
**56. I'm still very heartbroken.
*57. I have hazel eyes. When I’m upset or angry they are more golden. When I’m aroused they are more green... very weird.
58. In 5th-7th grade I was in the ‘IN’ crowd but in the 8th grade, for an unknown reason no longer in the ‘IN’ crowd.
59. I found out at my 11 year reunion why I was ‘outed’ and it was stupid. I talked to everyone in school.
60. I have trouble keeping warm. Can’t stand too hot or too cold weather. I can handle a hot day with air conditioning and my pool
61. I’m very proud of my kids. My favorite thing is to have conversations with them, they say the most amazing and imaginative things.
62. My favorite alcoholic drink is Captain Morgan and coke. I buy it by the jug and I think I’ve gotten an immunity to it.
63. I'm a lightweight. In college I could drink like a champ but since having kids, I’m a cheap date.
64. I can’t handle hangovers anymore and do everything I can to avoid it.
65. I think my face is too round and gets flushed too easily.
66. I think my upper arms look fat even though they are not.
67. I can't sleep with socks on. I have to feel the sheets with my bare feet. One foot has to be along the edge of the bed or I won’t fall asleep.
68. Hubby could talk to me or drop something and I’d sleep through it but let one of my kids wimper and I am up like a flash.
69. I’m terrified of flying and almost had a panic attack on the plane to my honeymoon. In 2005 we went to Disney World and I had to get a medication to keep me calm.
70. I hate the feeling of crumbs on my bare feet, I vacuum my kitchen floor twice a day at least. And a wet sock is too much to handle. I hate wet socks.
**71. I love email. Love it. I love receiving it and get REALLY pissed when it's 99% junk mail. I hate being tricked. And I HATE HATE HATE SPAM email about stock tips or penis enhancements.
72. I just ate a sandwich with potato chips and iced tea.
73. I'm a sagitarian... in every way.
**74. I love the smell of gasoline, pungent black markers and rubber glue (psychooooo). THIS IS JUST TOO FREAKY! My mother constantly teases me about my love of the smell of rubber cement.
75. I nearly died giving birth to my son and breast feeding my daugther got me really sick so two kids are all we’re having.
76. I can’t sit still, ever. I always have to be doing something.
77. I have a bad knee due to an old softball injury.
78. I loved softball. I played for 9 years, even on traveling allstar teams until I dislocated my knee. I LOVE to sing and used to be a part of two auditioned groups in high school. One was very hard to get in and I was in it for 3 years, I lettered in it. I miss singing.
79. I hate my van and SUV and can’t wait to get a regular car in January!
**80. I'm afraid to swim in lakes and oceans because I don't know what's lurking in the water. I will only swim in pools. (Freaky similarity.)
81. I have lived only one state. I’ve only lived in 3 towns.
82. I have a list of ‘things to do before I die’ and I plan to do them all. All I tell you!
83. I truly feel that most people think I'm a huge, loud mouthed, self-centered biotch, but they put up with me because I can be funny and I try to bend over backwards to be helpful to people.
84. Whenever I'm with a group of friends I feel like the shortest and most shy but after 15 minutes I tend to talk a persons ear off.
85. The craziest thing I have ever done was hmmmm, lets see, skinny dip in my back yard pool (neighbors are close) or having s*x on the beach on more than one occasion.
86. Obviously, I don't regret doing it because it was meant to be. (LOL I think this still applies.)
87. I do NOT miss Erie, PA, not ever. That’s where I went to college.
88. I get along with some of my inlaws. Hubby is the oldest of 8 kids. One is in a religious cult. His parents are a bit crazy and there are issues there.
89. I want to be cremated. I don’t know where I want to be kept or thrown over.
90. I have a weird fear that no one will come to my funeral.
**91. I dread dying at a young age and I'm terrified of growing old.
92. I regret having so many people in my wedding.
*93. Even though I'm 33 (almost 34 *gasp*), I don't feel it. I still feel 18 and I’m always disappointed when I’m called ma’am.
*94. Without a list I'm horrible at time management and I procrastinate a lot.
95. I graduated high school in 1991 and college in 1996 and put my hubby through school for his post graduate degree until 1999.
96. In college I chocolate pudding wrestled. I would relive my college years in an instant.
97. In March of ’99 I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism (thus the inability to keep warm) and two months later I was pregnant with my son.
98. I didn’t know undiagnosed hypothyroidism could cause infertility or that by taking my medicine for it I’d become really fertile. My son was meant to be, regardless.
**99. I stress over little things but rise above during major crisis situations. I handle those much better than daily little stresses.
**100. I brake for squirrles and other animals.

There you have it folks. 100 things you never knew you never wanted to know about me. And Dramamama, too many similarities but we aren't clones.....*phew*

Yet another...

Yet another frightening thought brought to you curtesy of Mr. radio. So along with the Twisted Sister ~ Twisted Christmas knowledge I gleened this morning while driving I was also given a truly disturbing mental image to help usher in the holidays this year.

Marilyn Manson doing a Christmas special. Dressed as Santa Claus. And I thought my daughter cried hard when I put her on Santa's lap before. *grimace*

And along the lines of bad bad bad Christmas gifts..... How about O.J. Simpson's book: "If I did it, here's how."

Damn you Lioux!

On Damnyoudan Lioux had a post. It had a test. I took it. Naively and excitedly. Then I got to the results and spit my coffee across the table. I mean.....[?]

You are The Devil

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Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession

The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.

Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

*********UPDATE************** For you, Lioux, I changed the name of this post. Hope I didn't upset you before. :D

!!!!***********UPDATE TO MY UPDATE*******************!!!!!!!!!!!! It seems I didn't upset him and in my haste didn't fully understand. *wipes brow* Changing it back, Lioux. Thanks!

A twisted Christmas..

I heard it on the radio.



I thought they were kidding. Really, I thought they were kidding.



So I actually remembered to check it out on line and to my utter and complete surprise it was no joke. I can not believe it.

People. Look no further. I give you. The perfect Christmas gift.

A Twisted Sister Christmas!

*smacks forehead*

In my previous post about 'quotable comedies' I completely forgot one of my favorite movies. Others may not agree but it's still one of my favorites...."Wedding Singer."

Love it, love it, love it!

Thank you ABC Family channel for having it on tonight to remind me.

And it came on at the drunken scene after he was left at the alter. I love this part:

Robbie: "You know what's funny, some of us will never ever find true love. Like take for instance, me, and I'm pretty sure that guy right there, and that lady with the sideburns, and basically everybody at table nine."

So for me, fatty over there, sideburn lady and the mutants at tabel nine....." ahhh *chuckle*

I CAN NOT believe that I forgot that movie!

My house

Okay..... example of my kids and semantics. I mentioned on the 'Angels Club' blog about this in my house.

Just two seconds ago I had this discussion. It's a wonder I still have any hair.

My daughter is crying so I yell to my son "What did you do to your baby sister?"

Son: "She's not a baby mommy."

Me: "What did you do to your little sister?"

Daughter: "I'm not little, mommy."

Me: *sigh* "What did you do to her!"

*throws hands up* WTF?

~~ Update and a BIG THANK YOU ~~

For those of you who have kindly sent well wishes to me today I want to say 'thank you' so much for the support today. Believe it or not I felt your presence today at the test. Thankfully you weren't there because those doctor's have terrible taste in fashion with those ever stylish paper mache robes that neither flatter nor close properly. I did have a thought that those would be interesting material for a wet t-shirt contest, but I digress.

It seems there is nothing abnormal going on (well, except for the fact that I am normally abnormal.) So a big "Phew" for that. It doesn't explain the pain except for scar tissue. The suggestion was surgery but it isn't life threatening so I'm going to research options.

Thank you again for all your virtual [[[hugs]]] and good luck sentiments. They were greatly appreciated.

Quirky moments with my little girl monkey

Quirky moment #1: We finally made it back to Sunday mass this week. My kids were really well behaved. But my daughter is short, like her mommy. Even standing on the kneeler while we were kneeling she had trouble seeing over people to the altar. While I was kneeling she said something that had me busting a gut. She said, “Hold me up mommy, I can’t see God.”

Quirkly moment #2: Yesterday, my daughter monkey said something that had me and hubby almost losing our ability to contain our bladders. I’m forewarning you, if you aren’t a follower of Spongebob squarepants you might not get this. My daughter was discussing Santa and how awesome he is. You see, we have been trying to get her to get out of pull-ups at night so we used the Santa angle. We told her that Santa will be happy with her if she stops peeing the bed. So for the past 10 nights she has done that. In the morning I told her how happy Santa was. She said, “Can I send Santa an email?” I replied yes. Btw…any parents out there, go to www.northpole.com. That’s where your kid can set up an account to email Santa directly their list and get an email letter back from the big guy. So I said, “Yes, later.” She was so excited and began to tell me how much she loved Santa and was going to tell him: “I love you for a week Santa for giving me presents. And then I’m going to say ‘Happy Leif Ericson Day. Hinder hunder gunt’.” I shit you not! She even said the shit at the end, just like on the Spongebob episode. I couldn’t stop laughing. I expected ‘Merry Christmas’ or, ‘Thank you.’ But not “Happy Leif Ericson Day, Hinder hunder gunt.” I mean, really, what parent would? Quirky girl

Quirky moment #3: Lastly, my daughter discovered the word dammit. While she was playing her game boy and couldn’t get the character to jump I heard her say, “Dammit.” I gasped. I explained that that is a bad word and to use ‘darn it’ instead or she might find out what soap tastes like. Hubby likes to blame me but I really try and not swear. I even say poop or darn to try to avoid such a moment. Besides, I don’t sit and swear at the TV during football games.

Ahhhhh my little girl monkey. You make me laugh.

Quotable comedies

Okay, I’ve blogged about movies in the past. If you can’t tell from my past posts I love to laugh. Yep, comedies are my favorite. And I like the term “Quotable Comedies” so here is my list with the first line that comes to mind from said movie.

Angel's Quotable Comedy List (Angel of Design not Angel of Drama)

Princess Bride (already covered.)
Tommy Boy “Not so much here, or here….but here.”
Airplane “…and stop calling me Shirley.”
Monty Python – Quest for the Holy Grail “I want a shrubbery!”
Happy Gilmore, “The price is wrong b*tch!”, “I hate that Bob Barker.”
Dumb and Dumber, “We got no food, no jobs... our PET'S HEADS ARE FALLING OFF!"
Austin Powers Movies “Get in my belly!”
So I Married an Ax Murderer “He’s got a huge head, like an orange on a toothpick.”
Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, “
Better Off Dead “I want my two dollars!”
Back to School “Call me some time, when you have no class.”
The Great Outdoors “Big….Big bear…..Big bear chase.”

I’m sure more movies will come to mind. These are the ones that I could think of. Peace...out!

Angels are a-blogging

So we did it. Dramamama and I started "The Angel's Club" Blog.

Check it out! Even if your name isn't Angel, we'll make you honorary 'Angel's.

Yum....opps and a little drool :D

I just had to take a moment to say that David Boreanaz is so yummy that I can barely stand it. I don't care if you agree, really I don't. I stumbled upon a picture of him and then found some with him in a bubble bath, can you say "Grrrrrrrr"?

I'd be happy to search for Bones with him. hee hee.

I had an exquisite photo of him in a bubble bath but it wouldn't appear so here is a link to it: I call it "if only I could play with his rubber ducky."

Monday morning blues

Okay, so it's Monday. I know rarely are people happy about it being Monday. I have to admit that while I wasn't looking forward to having both my kids home Thur & friday from school I'm a bit sad sending my son off on the bus today. *sigh* Good news is his conference went well and I found out that he's advanced. Yeah him.

But this morning starts off badly. Hubby doesn't wake me like he usually does and gives me some lame excuse why. I mean, if I thought he wasn't going to wake me, I would have set my alarm to wake me up and not him earlier. You see he gets a shower first and I follow him. My alarm wakes us, he goes and then he wakes me. But this morning, for some unknown reason, he chose to not wake me. It's not like my son's bus comes at varying times. *sigh* So I'm not happy about that.

But I roll with it. I'm flexible in more ways than one.

I walk my son to the bus stop, like all the other moms/dads. He ends up deciding to not stand with his 'best' friend. So I ask him, "Do you want to go stand with (insert name here)?"
He replies, "No."
"Why not?"
"He keeps kicking me."
"Where? Here at the bus stop or on the bus?"
"On the bus."
"Okay." His parents are nice people and we've always told each other and talked about the kids openly so I figured I'd talk to one of them when I had the chance. So that time comes sooner. I send my son off with a heavy heart, watching him sit with his two friends, wondering what exactly is going on and on the short walk to my house the other boy's dad waits for me.

He begins to say he wanted to ask me about something. *dumm dumm dumm* Apparently my son has been spitting on the other boys on the bus. I say, "really? Eww." Then I add. "I knew something was going on but all my son said was that (insert name here) was kicking him."

I proceeded to say that spitting isn't acceptable and I'll have a talk with him. *sigh* Yuck, spitting.

My daughter has had a cough for a week and it's sounding worse. I've been told by other mom's that the illness going around here consists of a bad sounding cough and that's it. Boy, I hope so. She has a well visit coming up where vaccinations are involved. They won't give them to her if she's sick and then we have to REschedule. blah.

To add to my joy I just realized that tomorrow is my appointment for my test. So that ties my tummy up in knots. I keep telling myself I'm being overly dramatic and that everything will be fine but then a little voice says, "yeah, but..." And if they don't find anything, what about the pain? What then?

And great... the start of another headache. Joy of all joys. I think I'll take a cue from Dramamama and breakfast on some ibuprofen. Yum. A coffee chaser to boot. I'm outy.

Oh yeah

Yesterday I sent my resume to a large Architectural firm in town. I have no idea what will happen but you never know until you try. A great paying job would be awesome. Ahhh the freedom.

I sit here, blogging because that's all there is to do right now on this gloomy day as hubby naps. *sigh*

****pssst. We had eggs this morning. *sigh*

Funny movie forgotten: Until now:

Today we went to XYZ Electronics store and perused the items we want. Aren't we the window shoppers? LOL. My daughter has successfully quit wearing pull-ups at night and we celebrated her success with a gameboy game. (can you smell the bribe? *snicker*)

In the checkout I saw a movie that I ABSOLUTELY love and quote. I would say it falls in "Angel's Quotable Comedies" list.

"Princess Bride" is awesome. Can you say, "Hello. My name is Inigo Mantoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." ? What about, "Inconcievable!"?

Here are some more:

Vizzini: Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristole, Socrates?
Man in Black: Yes
Vizzini: Morons.

Inigo: I don't mean to pry. You don't by perhaps have six fingers on your right hand?
Man in Black: Do you always start conversations this way?

Inigo: You seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you
Man in Black: You seem a decent fellow, I hate to die

Man in Black: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect!
Vizzini: Wait til I get started!!! ... Where was I? "You fell victim to one of the clasic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly les well known i this - never go in against a Sicilian when DEATH is on the line! hahaha! hahaha! haha--"

Random morning thoughts

I need coffee. (I blame my hubby for getting me into that morning beverage. Grrr)

I need a nice, soothing, hot shower.

I would love a delicious fruit danish.

I would love a relaxing rub down.

I'm grateful to not have a headache this morning.

I'm grateful my hamper is near empty.

The dog is scratching at the door to be let in.

I'm off to get coffee.

A weekend day in the life of suburbia mom

So today I feel I actually accomplished some things. First off my van has new brakes. And boy is it nice to not have to down shift for fear I won't stop in time. Ahhhh. Beautiful. It never would have happened had I not broken down and called the repair place myself. I guess I have to give in to the fact that I have ALWAYS handled the car repairs, little ol' me, and hubby still won't. If I want something done there, I'll have to do it myself.

Secondly we went and walked through National X Home Improvement store today. Love it, love it, love it. I know, I'm weird. *snicker* I got to oogle the kitchen that I love and shouldn't covet so much. I got to see what real carpet feels like since my family room carpet was what the builder put in and it sucks. I got to see what nice lights I would love to have and all the pretty Christmas decorations. What we did buy was the stacking kit for my whirlpool duet washer/dryer. So then we came home and we attempted to accomplish the task of stacking the dryer on top of the washer during hubby's very favorite college team's game. *sigh* What a stupid thing to do. After moving the large heavy items around my closet sized laundry room we tip the dryer back and hubby removes the feet. I then have to put the adhesived backed cushion strip on each side because he says he'd never get it on straight. Then I vaccuum the room and wash the base boards, floor, walls and all those areas I normally can not reach. (my mom and dad taught me that if you are going to do a job, do a complete job.)

Then we take 35 minutes to level the washer in it's new location. All the while hubby's checking his game. I tell him to go watch it and I'll clean and when the game is over we can finish, but nooooo he wants to get it done during commercial breaks and such. So in the spirit of that he goes to attach the dryer vent tube (I do have to add that he cleaned out the whole tube system that leads to the outside. He cleaned out a foot-long hunk of lint so I thank him for that) but in his haste to get back to the game and his inability to take a deep breath and step back, he puts a hole in the tube. That ticks him off and he's yelling and swearing. So I sent him into the family room and I cut off the end and took my time to reattach the tube. Me. After that it's time to lift.

To those who don't know me, or haven't read my blog before, I'm 5'-0" tall. I wear a size 3-5 jeans and I'm petite, petite I tell you. Some call me little, tiny just a wee thing, really. What I have going for me is mommy muscles and determination. So we go to lift it and I somehow end up on the far side from the washer. We can't do it, I can't lift it from there. So we call my parents to see if my dad can help. I feel bad because he isn't feeling good so while we wait for him to call back I say, "Lets try again." We do, with me on the other side and we lift it up and onto the washer. WOOOOOO HOOOO! Mission accomplished!

So it's bolted together and the extra room is amazing. Hubby is even dong laundry, which is only the third time he has touched those machines in the three years since we bought them.

Now taming the beast that is laundry will be much less annoying.

So there you have it. My ever exciting day in suburbia. I rock. LOL *rolls eyes*

Saturday what nots

So this morning my son wanted pancakes. Pancakes with a chocolate chip smiley face. Always happy to feed my monkeys when they ask for a reasonable breakfast I make my homemade puffed pancakes (from scratch.) It's my mom's recipe and it's delicious, at least that's what guests who I feed it to say on many occasions. I make him the smiley pancake and.....he only eats half. I'm not entirely mad because it enabled us to have pancakes and not eggs, which hubby insists on having EVERY weekend. A girl can only take so many egg breakfasts before she wants, waffles (which I make homemade as well), pancakes or french toast.

Okay, that's right, I did make homemade donuts last weekend. I take that back, we did veer from the egg breakfast then too.

Anyway, now we are pondering how to fill our day. Hubby wants to clean out the dryer vent and possibly stack my duet washer and dryer in my laundry room. I am okay with that since my laundry room is the size of a coffin, which is odd for a large house like this. My only concern is the fact that the washing machine shakes so badly that it has knocked things off the back of the toilet in the adjoining powder room. Would the dryer on top help alleviate that or would it cause something to crack in the washing machine? I don't know and after reading the cost of repairs on said machines I'm wary. I think I might have to sign up for extended warranty very very soon. It would be cheaper than labor plus parts.

That and the repair place called about my van. They asked, "You wanted front brakes, right?" Ummmm yeah. They tell me the front brakes look brand new, but the back ones are down to the 25% of their life. So I'm confused. I could've swore that the other place told me front brakes. I'll have to review the inspection report. Anyway, OF COURSE these cost more. Of course. Luckily my drums are fine so it will only cost me a little more than if I had to do all new front brakes plus rotars. I can deal. I hate spending money. I need a job.

Did I tell you that I like money. I keep some in a jar. I have a little, I'd like to add more, that's where getting a job would come in. *sigh*

You're right....nothing is ever easy.

Now THAT is annoying.

This one is for Lioux. I know he won't see it until (maybe) Monday. But I have to post it now, lest I forget.

On the topic that he likes to discuss, annoying things, Lioux.....check this blog out. Holy crapping annoying!

http://reallynothingtosay.blogspot.com/

Ahhhh to be Six again

This time of year you’re biggest problem is if Santa will see you doing something bad.

Money DOES seem to grow on trees.

Your clothes magically go from the floor to your drawer and in the middle get clean in the process.

Your 2 minute attention span is acceptable.

Dancing badly is considered cute.

You can run around naked in your back yard and not get arrested.

Your clothes don’t ALWAYS have to match.

A great Friday night is one with cartoons and hot fudge sundaes.

Saturday is truly a day off.