I swear, I'm alive.
I've just been reading reading reading. And when I'm not sleeping, I'm reading.
I sure as hell am not sleeping much either.
The impending birthdays of my children have got me a little sappy sad as of late though.
I found an old photo of the two of them that's almost five years old and boy did it get me in sap-mom-mode.
I brought it to work to make life that much more unbearable.
They are also spending two nights this week over at my parents and that has got me just terrified.
Not that my parents can't handle two sweet girls, it's just that they won't be right here with me. Within arms reach.
Crazy how some times they can drive you completely bonkers and you tell them you can't wait to repeat their behavior on them when they are teenagers and then you want them super small babies, cuddly again. Like now.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
No-Slip drawers
For some INSANE reason, the reason being I must have been high on glue when I signed up for these, I subscribed to Martha Stewart's "Daily Organizing Tip". (stupid)
And there have been plenty of times where I wanted to post her daily tip and say WHAT? YOU ORGANIZE WHAT? and why in the hell would I ever, if I ever even found the extra time, do this?
Today's tip came to me in an email titled, No-slip Drawers, and I thought,
"Is this a common problem with people, are people's drawers slipping"
(like, duh, falling off because they have no bum?)
No, no. Nothing practical like that because hello I have an almost five-year old who has a serious case of crack and could use something miraculous not including rainbow suspenders. Because I am slightly still in fear of some janitor at the court house who would find my missing badge and coming swangerling down the hall saying "Is CARRIE here? I found her baaadgeeee" all the while sporting some fabulous rainbow suspenders.
Ew
Ew
Eeeeew
So today, folks, we have this handy organizing tip.
June
12
FRIDAY
No-Slip Drawers
This artists' drawing-board liner has a slightly rubbery surface that keeps sharp implements stationary and wipes clean easily.
TODAY'S ORGANIZING TIP
Plus, This Week's Tips
This is for those of you who have enough room in your kitchen drawers that when you yank that sucker open to stab an intruder, you don't have to dig through random other kitchen utensils and you can grab whatever suffices for that moment in time.
Oy, just the sight of that gets my OCD shuddering because think of when they moved just a millimeter and they needed to be straightened and heaven forbid someone not line them up in their correct height order.
In fact, the third knife from the left is cockeyed to the right and making me twitch.
And there have been plenty of times where I wanted to post her daily tip and say WHAT? YOU ORGANIZE WHAT? and why in the hell would I ever, if I ever even found the extra time, do this?
Today's tip came to me in an email titled, No-slip Drawers, and I thought,
"Is this a common problem with people, are people's drawers slipping"
(like, duh, falling off because they have no bum?)
No, no. Nothing practical like that because hello I have an almost five-year old who has a serious case of crack and could use something miraculous not including rainbow suspenders. Because I am slightly still in fear of some janitor at the court house who would find my missing badge and coming swangerling down the hall saying "Is CARRIE here? I found her baaadgeeee" all the while sporting some fabulous rainbow suspenders.
Ew
Ew
Eeeeew
So today, folks, we have this handy organizing tip.
June
12
FRIDAY
No-Slip Drawers
This artists' drawing-board liner has a slightly rubbery surface that keeps sharp implements stationary and wipes clean easily.
TODAY'S ORGANIZING TIP
Plus, This Week's Tips
This is for those of you who have enough room in your kitchen drawers that when you yank that sucker open to stab an intruder, you don't have to dig through random other kitchen utensils and you can grab whatever suffices for that moment in time.
Oy, just the sight of that gets my OCD shuddering because think of when they moved just a millimeter and they needed to be straightened and heaven forbid someone not line them up in their correct height order.
In fact, the third knife from the left is cockeyed to the right and making me twitch.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
When is enough, enough?
Today, I came home to this.
Someone either forgot to shut the dogs in the bathroom this morning, or they have somehow figured out how to open closed doors. I really hope they haven't grown opposable thumbs.
We've also had a lot of this.
We live in Utah so this is very unusual for us. Sure we get rain here and there in the spring, early spring. But we are mere days away from the first day of summer and I almost forgot where I live and thought I may be vacationing up with my brother and sis, but no, sure enough, no dream, I'm still in Utah, bailing water out of my window wells.
In all honesty, I had to come in the computer room before I maimed the dog. Sherman.
SHERMAN!!
Someone either forgot to shut the dogs in the bathroom this morning, or they have somehow figured out how to open closed doors. I really hope they haven't grown opposable thumbs.
We've also had a lot of this.
We live in Utah so this is very unusual for us. Sure we get rain here and there in the spring, early spring. But we are mere days away from the first day of summer and I almost forgot where I live and thought I may be vacationing up with my brother and sis, but no, sure enough, no dream, I'm still in Utah, bailing water out of my window wells.
In all honesty, I had to come in the computer room before I maimed the dog. Sherman.
SHERMAN!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
In Bloom
Bossy's post reminded me that, oh yeah, I have some of those.
They took a while to come into bloom this year and they always keep us guessing when indeed they will strike.
When we first bought our home, there were about 12 or so antique peony bushes that were the owner's grandmother's or something like that. But they were old, large and in the contract of selling the house, the deal was that they got to take all of the bushes with them. The husband and I did not care one little bit about this. (because we did not appreciate they full beauty of them when not in bloom, something we would fight tooth and nail to keep now) But luck be a lady these owners were just about as quick getting on top of things like we are, and they were in the middle of digging a few of the huge plants out when the husband came to rip out carpet on the day they were supposed to be out. So they took about six of those buggers and left us with the rest and they got so large and carniverous, that we've had to split and transplant them. We've even burnt and killed a few in the process of trying to exterminate some morning glory from hell and they come back from the dead to give us a beautiful two weeks (maybe) of their beautiful blooms.
As I've been cutting these and taking them to the neighbor's I think to myself, I would love to send a bundle of these up to my sister in Washington. So Kerry, the vase in the front room is specifically for you.
They took a while to come into bloom this year and they always keep us guessing when indeed they will strike.
When we first bought our home, there were about 12 or so antique peony bushes that were the owner's grandmother's or something like that. But they were old, large and in the contract of selling the house, the deal was that they got to take all of the bushes with them. The husband and I did not care one little bit about this. (because we did not appreciate they full beauty of them when not in bloom, something we would fight tooth and nail to keep now) But luck be a lady these owners were just about as quick getting on top of things like we are, and they were in the middle of digging a few of the huge plants out when the husband came to rip out carpet on the day they were supposed to be out. So they took about six of those buggers and left us with the rest and they got so large and carniverous, that we've had to split and transplant them. We've even burnt and killed a few in the process of trying to exterminate some morning glory from hell and they come back from the dead to give us a beautiful two weeks (maybe) of their beautiful blooms.
As I've been cutting these and taking them to the neighbor's I think to myself, I would love to send a bundle of these up to my sister in Washington. So Kerry, the vase in the front room is specifically for you.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Snapping
I swear. Tonight is the lose it and snap sort of night.
My alarm goes off in less than 8 hours and I had to come downstairs to leave the nightly drama of little sassy S.
She has so much backtalk in her it is sickening.
And just between stupid facebook sucking me in and being beyond tired, making dinner late, children sassing the second I pick them up, the dog rolling in something horrid smelling, the cat bawling, the dogs barking, the perfect husband who never says or does anything wrong, returning overdue library books, bathing children AND the shitty smelling dog, and then fighting over the thousand rats nests that somehow wove themselves in long hair during S's shower and she screams at me when I try and help her do it an easier way and the cat on the shelves knocking a bunch of toys off and more dog barking and children sassing putting clean and immediately filling the dishwasher with dirties to run overnight and oy vey I still need to make lunches for tomorrow.
I'm ready to SNAP.
snapsnapsnapsnapsnap
I took a third of a muscle relaxer last night as my jaw is killing me and I honestly think it kicked in around 7:00 am... I was at my desk, makeshift sleeping. Left hand propping my head up in a believably awake position, right hand on the mouse, so as I sleep-jerked it would make the motions look that much more realistic.
So, apparently, if I want to wake up in the morning, I will not be able to take a muscle relaxer tonight.
Damn the luck.
My alarm goes off in less than 8 hours and I had to come downstairs to leave the nightly drama of little sassy S.
She has so much backtalk in her it is sickening.
And just between stupid facebook sucking me in and being beyond tired, making dinner late, children sassing the second I pick them up, the dog rolling in something horrid smelling, the cat bawling, the dogs barking, the perfect husband who never says or does anything wrong, returning overdue library books, bathing children AND the shitty smelling dog, and then fighting over the thousand rats nests that somehow wove themselves in long hair during S's shower and she screams at me when I try and help her do it an easier way and the cat on the shelves knocking a bunch of toys off and more dog barking and children sassing putting clean and immediately filling the dishwasher with dirties to run overnight and oy vey I still need to make lunches for tomorrow.
I'm ready to SNAP.
snapsnapsnapsnapsnap
I took a third of a muscle relaxer last night as my jaw is killing me and I honestly think it kicked in around 7:00 am... I was at my desk, makeshift sleeping. Left hand propping my head up in a believably awake position, right hand on the mouse, so as I sleep-jerked it would make the motions look that much more realistic.
So, apparently, if I want to wake up in the morning, I will not be able to take a muscle relaxer tonight.
Damn the luck.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Please. Stop. The Singing.
Rock of Ages
Who ever heard of it? Not I.
It's a day off from work, and where else would I be other than watching the Today show in hopes of a glimpse of Mattie-boy-Lauer.
And it's a day off from work, so hello, of course, he is not on today.
So I'm wandering around online, finding old, old boyfriends on facebook and on comes some horrific bit from Rock of Ages.
Even the dogs howled in desperation for their superior hearing had failed them during the Journey song.
Don't. Stop. Believing. OOH OOH OHOOOHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! (frantic, loud, barking)
That hurts. (the husband, who is working in the other room just said "Wow. They are horrible") (They are killing some of his favorite butt-rock songs, I can imagine this is twice the pain for him)
And it goes on and on and on and on.
Tell me about it.
Who ever heard of it? Not I.
It's a day off from work, and where else would I be other than watching the Today show in hopes of a glimpse of Mattie-boy-Lauer.
And it's a day off from work, so hello, of course, he is not on today.
So I'm wandering around online, finding old, old boyfriends on facebook and on comes some horrific bit from Rock of Ages.
Even the dogs howled in desperation for their superior hearing had failed them during the Journey song.
Don't. Stop. Believing. OOH OOH OHOOOHAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!! (frantic, loud, barking)
That hurts. (the husband, who is working in the other room just said "Wow. They are horrible") (They are killing some of his favorite butt-rock songs, I can imagine this is twice the pain for him)
And it goes on and on and on and on.
Tell me about it.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Baby it's hot inside
Dear Husband,
I would like to thank you for getting our sweet daughter's fed and ready for school this morning. Monday mornings are really hard...especially when the night before ends with gin and limeade before bed and your wife hitting the snooze button for 50 minutes in the morning.
Believe me, I had a rough morning...ie: the above comment.
Today hit 90+ degrees, which is quite toasty.
Before you left the house, you did many things. Packed your lunch, made sure the girls had their lunches in their bags, teeth brushed, dogs contained in the bathroom. I am proud of you and I probably don't tell you nearly enough how proud of you I really am. It is hard to get kids out of the house in the morning. It is hard to get oneself out of the house in the morning.
You only forgot two things this morning.
The cat was still outside.
That's okay, there was the water bucket with the remaining waterballoons left over from yesterday's escapades for him to drink.
You did not turn one of the five ceiling fans on.
The upstairs was only 84 warm degrees and the air conditioner should be able to handle three straight hours of running non-stop.
I think that due to the sheer warmness of the Monday evening, we will have to go out and get dinner somewhere as I am too sleepy to do much of anything else.
Love, Carrie.
P.S. I am starving, so please come home soon.
xoxo
I would like to thank you for getting our sweet daughter's fed and ready for school this morning. Monday mornings are really hard...especially when the night before ends with gin and limeade before bed and your wife hitting the snooze button for 50 minutes in the morning.
Believe me, I had a rough morning...ie: the above comment.
Today hit 90+ degrees, which is quite toasty.
Before you left the house, you did many things. Packed your lunch, made sure the girls had their lunches in their bags, teeth brushed, dogs contained in the bathroom. I am proud of you and I probably don't tell you nearly enough how proud of you I really am. It is hard to get kids out of the house in the morning. It is hard to get oneself out of the house in the morning.
You only forgot two things this morning.
The cat was still outside.
That's okay, there was the water bucket with the remaining waterballoons left over from yesterday's escapades for him to drink.
You did not turn one of the five ceiling fans on.
The upstairs was only 84 warm degrees and the air conditioner should be able to handle three straight hours of running non-stop.
I think that due to the sheer warmness of the Monday evening, we will have to go out and get dinner somewhere as I am too sleepy to do much of anything else.
Love, Carrie.
P.S. I am starving, so please come home soon.
xoxo
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