Friday, December 30, 2011

Five For Friday

Are you still cleaning up Christmas mess???  What IS this?  Why does it happen?  We don't really give a lot of gifts to our children... by American standards I suppose.  Small African children would probably be overwhelmed.  (I refer to small African children to my children on a daily basis... as in, "Small African children would love some of your dinner!"  "We could feed small African children just on all the Cheerios you've dropped on the floor!"  "I bet small African children would love the toys you won't pick up!"  I don't know where it came from, probably the info-mercials late at night on the Christian channels.  But those small children have become all the reasons for my childrens' possible guilt.)  Anyhoo...  Christmas mess.  I've got it.  We've even made a fairly big drop-off at ye ol' Good Will.  This crap just won't go away.  That's been my week.  Here's some more:

1.  I caught this: 

this morning.  Sometimes a girl just HAS TO go to the bathroom and I quite frankly never know what I'll find when I get back.  This is the second day in a row that Maximus figured he'd just go for it and grab a little cereal.  (No, the coffee's not his.)  While I gently escort him and his chair when I get back, I'm proud that he's finally taking initiative and becoming a big boy.  That's what we do this for, right??  For them to become independent, socially normal, relatively happy individuals?  We're getting there.

2.  So the stepson has been here this week and, cross your fingers, we've had NO 'incidents'.  ...of the big nasty ODD variety.  Yay!, me.  (and him!)  Everybody's been great... this is always scary for the Hubs because at some point I always say, "See!  We could have more!  We're good at this shit!"  To which he'll say something like, "hahahahaha.... grumble.  grumble.  hahahahaa.  no."  and walk away.  (I'm partially kidding.)  I joke more once Caleb's gone because it's so dang quiet.  The little guys love him so much and they play pretty well together.  I mean, hello... it's 11am and I'm blogging away and they're all just chilling.  Whatever will I do when normal life returns??

3.  I am sick.  I have the sniffles.  This pisses me off.  I never ever get sick.  My neti-pot and I have become besties.  I look at it this way though... if I can just get through this cold, mayhaps I can go another few years without one.  (ps... 'neti-pot' has always sounded so dirty to me.  like the word 'titmouse' or 'titivate'.  You should look em up though.  They are a-maze-ing. Here's the one I use and recommend.  It was cheap and available at Rite Aid.  ... I'm one of those freaks that doesn't 'do' medicine.)

4.  If you are following the saga of the steam mop...  you may be happy to know Ima let it rest.  BUT DA-YAM! can it clean.  Hairspray gone.  Booger goo gone.  Dog doo gone.  Last night's dinner gone.  I-can-do-it-my-self-but-I-get-distracted-because-I-am-trying-to-be-a-big-boy pee pee... gone!  All with no chemicals.  Love it. 

5.  Let's face it... I'm lazy and there's a holiday coming.  You probably won't be hearing from me for a few days.  I've got some grand ideas for the ol' bloggy blog for the up coming year though!  We be working on banners and buttons and all kinds of hoop-la!  I'm going to start up a new FAQ section due to the fact I am asked some pretty hilarious and ridiculous shit on a nearly daily basis...  it will seem un-believable yet entertaining, I am sure.  I would also like to delve more into homeschooling processes and curriculums and what has worked for me and what-not.  Ya know, homeschooling for normal people...  I am not perfect.  at all.  And neither is our skoolin', but it's working. 

Have a VERY Happy New Year!!  Be safe.  And think of me while you're living it up, drinking and party-ing.  I'll be sitting on my couch... watching Dick Clark... again.  (and drinking.) 

See ya in the New Year!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Hold me.

I'm not gonna lie.  I'm still getting off on the fact that I am the proud new owner of a steam mop.  Therefore, this will not be a long post.  How the hell could it be when I have bathrooms to de-gunk!  The project du-jour:  hairspray on the linoleum.  And I haven't owned hairspray in months and months, if that tells you anything.  I've gotten anal about it before and scrubbed, scrubbed, scrubbed with a Mr. Clean sponge on my hands and knees... but for what??  So that inevitably the Hubs will decide it's hair-cuttin-night and sprinkle little annoying hairs all over the damn place.  I'm looking for amazingly clean with very little effort.  Wow... did you see that tangent coming?  Neither did I.

Another reason this will be relatively short and ramble like some Seinfeld episode about nothing at all is that my stepson is here.  Normally I'd enter some snide comment here, but let me say that so far this visit is FREAKING AWESOME.  I have found myself literally walking in circles in my kitchen because I just didn't know what to do next.  The littles have all been occupied watching and laughing at their biggest brother.  What's a girl to do?  We're taking a break from homeschooling for a while and due to my shiz-nit steam mop, even my damn floors are clean.  (and not just clean, mind you... SANITIZED.  I will continue to talk about this through June, I am pretty sure.)  Provided this isn't just our typical honeymoon phase, I am both delighted and scared.  (a mom of five does not often find herself bored and this can be confusing and frightening.  Hold me.)

Due to rambling and what not Ima remind you here that you should click my little vote-y thing-y to the right of your screen.  It makes me squeal with delight when I move up in the ranks.  One day I may feel like a real blogger with hundreds of followers and then my life will be complete.  (?)

I will also show you this:

My tea party with Lola today.  Yes, we wore cowboy hats.  Happy Wednesday.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Steamy Mops and Jumping of Bones.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away...  I was your normal full-time employee at a chiropractic office.  I had no children and no commitments... besides said full-time job.  The boss told me he was getting his wife some sort of hand held vacuum contraption for Christmas and this became fodder for jokes for the next few weeks.  I was sure to mention (because I knew everything, duh) that women do not want things with plugs for Christmas.  How unromantic!  How revolting!  How could he get his wife a vacuum for Christmas?  "But you have to know her," he'd say.  "She'll love it!  She's a clean freak!"  "No way." I'd tell him.  I felt I had some sort of duty to her as a female.  Poor thing, all unwrapping this horrid thing on Christmas Day.  I assumed she'd be crushed.

It is interesting how things change.  How we evolve into grown-ups, hopefully with common sense and better senses of humor...

Enter Christmas 2011.

I received a steam mop for Christmas.  It has plugs.  It cleans.

I could have jumped the Hubs' bones right then and there...  woulda been awkward for the kids I suppose.

I would have to say it was my favorite gift yet.

... funny how we change.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Five for Friday

Today is amazingly gorgeous and I've gotta have time to enjoy it... so, quickly!... here's the rundown:

1.  The funny of the week:  Coop gets the words 'pimples' and 'nipples' mixed up.  What do I mean?  Example:  as I am waiting for him to bring the broom into the bathroom yesterday so we can begin The Major Cleanup, I pause to reflect on my garden of pimples I have been cultivating on my right cheek.  "Stop popping your nipples, Mom.  Let's get to work!"  It is hard to not roll on the floor when things like this happen... and sometimes I nearly do...  but yesterday we had a very quick anatomy lesson. 

2.  The behavioral therapist has been called in for Max.  Yay.  Hopefully this will help with keeping all my windows around a little longer.  I don't know how this works though.  I hope she doesn't sit around and 'observe' me like some sort of Super Nanny, then declare I am doing everything wrong, wrong, WRONG.  Something you should know about me:  I do not take criticism well.  I'd like to say I do... that I learn from it, and grow, and blah, blah, blah.  But instead I usually just bitch about it to at the Hubs.  I will take it in stride though.  I'll do anything in the name of PEACE.

3.  Remember where I was all like, "Wow!  Homeschooling!  We're rocking it."  I still think that, but it's tipped itself over to the other side of the spectrum where I wonder if we're doing enough.  Should it feel like work, or have we finally figured out how to make it work?  The state mandates that we 'do' homeschool for four hours a day.  We've been knocking out phonics, math, spelling, vocabulary, reading and handwriting in 1-2.  Everyday life is learning... that's where we grab science and a lot of other things.  I guess I just feel guilty that his nose isn't in a book all day long... but if he's getting it... he's getting it, right? 

4.  We've spent the week without a TV.  Or rather, the kids have.  Is it broken?  Nope!  But that's what I told 'em.  Our remote's been on the brink for weeks now and it finally took its celestial dirt nap on Monday.  I just told them the whole damn thing was broken.  I even joked to the guy at Comcast that he could ship the new one instead of us picking it up because the house was much more peaceful this way.  Don't know about you, but even though these heathens only get about an hour of TV a day, they are little snots when we turn it off.  It can be a brain warper.  (It can also be a fantastic babysitter when mama needs a break, so I will come out of this mood soon.) 

5.  Here's a picture from last Christmas:

I noticed many things right away:
  • Lola makes the same dang face when she's about to cry even now, a year later.
  • Caleb always gets stuck holding the babies.
  • I guess I CAN'T put Coop in the red and black sweater this Christmas.  Or I could... but it may be tacky.
  • I should invest in black socks for the kids.
  • Max really hasn't changed.
  • There really isn't any hope that a large group of siblings will look at the camera and smile at the same time.
Amazing, right??  Well, I thought so anyway.  Here in the south it's freaking warm.  Hot, I'd say... in the house anyway.  I was all prepared to make chili tonight (and by prepared I mean, I like, had to soak beans and shit...  anything in the name of cheap!)  I have to keep plugging away at it, cause that's what was planned.... but eh, chili when it's 70 outside?  hrmph.

Hope you have an excellent weekend.  Don't get too frenzied over all this Christmas stuff.  This too shall pass.  I mean, I love it, but I'm not stressing it!  Enjoy.

Monday, December 12, 2011


Teeth.  I freakin hate 'em.  I have teeth issues that need to be rectified just as soon as the ol' FSA is all shiny and new again in January.  I've always had teeth 'issues'... really just cosmetic as I grew up.  My mom and dad just didn't find 'teeth' to be much of a priority.  My one dentist visit as a child came after I finally met quota on complaints and got to have a cavity filled.  The cosmetic part bothered me as a teen.  I told myself I could just make it my thing... like Madonna or David Letterman.  I grew out of caring much.  Hey, I got dates.  The Hubs didn't seem to mind.  I was cool til one night out with my older sister, a friend of hers got a little tipsy and said, "I just love your little crooked tooth".  Who says that?  Conscious of it all over again.  MY.  LITTLE.  CROOKED.  TOOTH.  Teeth.  I hate talking about them.  I hate looking at them.  I hate the dentist.

I was peacefully slumbering this morning til my lights came on full blast.  "Sorry, mom.  I've got to show you something and you are going to think it's cool."  I highly doubted it.  ...til he showed me.

Wiggle.  Wiggle.

I remember sitting in mass one morning as a youngin'.  Praying to the Lord Baby Jesus that he would simply just let my tooth fall out.  All on it's own.  Without my help.  'I will do ANYTHING." I thought, "Clean the house!  Be nice to my brother and sister!  I won't complain anymore!  ANYTHING!  Just let it fall out!"  I hated losing teeth.  It was gross and disgusting to me.  What was worse was that I put off pulling this one so long it was now turning blue.  uh-oh.

Mayhaps prayers were answered.  As I lay on the downstairs couch peacefully watching television, my father snuck up behind me.  Armed with pliers, he popped the little sucker right out of my skull.  Did I freak out?  Of course I freaked the eff out.  But what was done was done.  Sigh of relief.

BUT WAIT, the sicko wanted more.  He had the taste of popping teeth and must've decided he liked it.  He went on to the next one.

"It's not even loose!"  I tried to scream.


Wiggle.  Wiggle.

Wiggle.  Wiggle.  Wiggle.


Let's just say I sulked a bit after this incident.  And vowed to myself I would never tell my parents I had a loose tooth again.  ...barring any blue-ness giving me away...

So now you have both the reason I have one crooked front tooth and a deep fear of loose teeth.  I have also already been told Coop has 'really crowded teeth'.  My brain, while happy for the kid, also went immediately to "dear God!  braces!  money!  appointments!  frazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzled."

I put on quite the excited mommy face:  "That is awesome, Coop!  Time to eat some apples!"

Time to freak the eff out.

Thursday, December 08, 2011

Five For Friday

It has been a pretty good week here at the Awesome abode.  And I mean that sincerely.  And I like when I can mean that sincerely.  Here are some odds and ends of the week:

1.  We turned the freaking heat on, okay.  OKAY?!  Geesh.  Pretty good, I think.  My goal was to make it to December 1st and here we are at the 9th.  It's funny what you can get used to though... yesterday as the temperature reached 68 in the house both the Hubs and I complained it was getting too damn hot and had to knock it down a bit.  I think we're (I say 'we', isn't that cute?) going to try plastic wrapping the windows.  I've heard great things about it and that it really is efficient.  I'm just wondering... how it looks.  do I care?  Suppose not.

2.  Michelle Duggar was the big ol' story on Twitter yesterday and I decided to check into it.  It had just come out that she had miscarried her twentieth child.  It was positively scathing.  Terrible.  Left and right people had tweeted horrible things about how 'she deserved it' or 'it was coming' or that it 'was a good thing'.  What???  Who deserves this?  A miscarriage.  Does it really affect these people's lives how many children she has?  Ridiculous.  This is a soapbox I have to step down from or the whole post could be about this.  I could seriously punch people that say asinine things like this.

3.  I am going to work today.  This pisses me off.  The chicky I was supposed to massage Tuesday called me... at 2:30... as I was in the shower... getting ready... to meet 3:15.  It was a 2 hour time slot.  She left me with no time to fill the damn space.  I get paid peanuts filing or whatever at the office compared to what I get paid to massage.  Nevermind I had to move 4 kids schedules all over the damn place to be ready by said time, but Hubs missed out on overtime because he had to be home with the kids.  So today, once again... (because monetarily, she has me by the short hairs...) I must meet with her to get this damn massage done.  Moral of the story:  there are reasons people charge 'no show' fees when you don't give 24 hours notice for missed appointments.  I should...or at least, the doc I work for should... although I'd see none of it.  Anyway, if you make an appointment with someone, freaking show up... you never know what they've done just to be with you.  PSA complete.

4.   Max got so mad this week that he literally broke a window.  He was asking for something that he just wasn't getting... I forget what it was... but its at the point with his temper that you just don't want to have to tell him no.  Of course you have to, but lordy, do the repercussions SUCK.  So on Wednesday, when I said something like, "no, you can't have a tenth banana" or something just as obviously a no...  he freaks and just begins slamming his hand on our fragile, fragile... thin, rickety, old, single-paned windows.  ...And crack.  What the hell are you so mad about, TWO YEAR OLD?  Budget getting on your nerves?  Mortgage due?  Car shit the bed?  What could be irritating you so badly that you burst into rages so many dang times a day??  Sigh.

5.  We are kicking ass, home school style.  I've decided it all runs in cycles.  By 'all' I mean, any damn thing you can think of.  Life.  In the case of home school, there are just some really bad weeks sometimes when everybody wants to throw in the towel.  Then there are some weeks where we are all kicking asses and taking names.  Math?  Bam.  rocked it.  Phonics?  Done and done.  Spelling?  what spelling?  finished it.  I will relish this moment... now that I've discovered the cycle.

Welp... if you've noticed, I've joined 'Top Mommy Blogs'.  Every time you visit me, if you'd click the little button you could make my ego swell a bit.  I like to have my ego swelled...  (tee, hee.)

Have an rockin' weekend.  We will.  I'm back to hard-core organizing.  Last week was the shit in the organizing department.  (Odd where we get our kicks once we're older 'eh?)

Sing to Me, Eddie.

The moment was like some bright beacon calling from a distant shore.  Angels sang.  Planets aligned.  Dogs and cats played peacefully together.  Eddie Vedder could be heard whispering from a far corner, "Damn, you are Awesome." (with some guttural "yeeeeeeeeeeeah...")

"Mom.  If 4+4 = 8 and 8-4 = 4, then all those numbers are related."

Maybe the average teacher is used to hearing epiphanies like this one, but me, just some regular ol' person...  It's still magic.  You can preach and preach, but until they figure it out for themselves, it's really all just talk.   If I hadn't decided to home school, I would have given these moments to someone else.  That wasn't one of our original reasons for home schooling, but it's become one of the biggest.  The first time I experienced "a moment" was last year when Coop, after working on phonics for several weeks, uttered, "lllll....ah....guh.... LOG!" and from there we were off and reading.  I'm not going to lie, on top of having a comfortable environment for the children to learn and stretch out in... I really get off on the fact I taught someone to read.

I don't mean to make it all sound easy though.  Most days are tough.  Crazy tough.  And if you're smart, you don't have 3 other kids under the age of 3 getting into stuff while the 6 year old is schoolin'.  But when the epiphanies do come sporadically and far between, every tough day is just so worth it.

Wednesday, December 07, 2011


Happy St. Nicholas' Feast Day... eh, yesterday!  Each year (on December 6th) I have the kiddos put their little shoes underneath the tree so St. Nick can put a little somethin' somethin' in 'em over night.  When I was little and in CCD at church my youth director would do the same thing while we sat in class.  It would always be a surprise that we'd get to take off our shoes and find out what was in them outside the door at the end of class.  I remember always hoping my shoes weren't too stinky...makes for some gross candy.  Anyway, it's a tradition in Germany and something fun to do with the kids when they feel like Christmas JUST WON'T COME FAST ENOUGH.  I always like to add that the Jolly Saint will probably be checking in on their behavior when he gets here...  I use whatever I can.

And so, like any good mother... my kids feasted on
chocolate for breakfast this morning.

Meanwhile, we'll keep taking links off our Advent chain day-by-day and eating a little more chocolate from our countdown calendars each night.  It beats answering the question, "WHEN IS CHRISTMAS GOING TO BE HERE???!" every 5 minutes.

Sunday, December 04, 2011

Just Get Your Ass In the Car

In the drama where I have my computer in my room, which is really no drama at all, I had a bad experience last night.  This situation puked all over my Sunday morning and quite nearly ruined my whole day for me.  I guess it wasn't really about the computer, but was definitely fueled by the thing.

I was warm and snuggly in my bed when the small green light on the CPU began blinking.  It was around 1:00am because I MUST watch SNL every Saturday at least for a bit because I've watched it ever since I... have been watching TV.  What is normally such a tiny and insignificant light appears really GINORMOUS in the dark of 1am.  I should enter here that I am the lazy type of person that, while so bothered by the light, could not bear the thought of exposing my arm to turn off the computer.  (I also wait until the very last moment to get up to pee when all cozy in my bed.  Now that is lazy.)  I think on some subconscious level, this blinking light destroyed my Saturday night sleep.  The 6:45am alarm was just... ridiculous.  I think my lack o'sleep did not bode well on an already volatile situation.

I am not sure if its this way for all gals or maybe just me.  I hope I'm not alone in this one, but getting ready to go somewhere is torture.  Maybe it is because I stay at home most of the week and feel pressured to 'show good face' on Sundays when we go to church.  When I go to work on Tuesdays, its scrubs and ponytail time... no biggie.  But Sunday morning INFURIATES me.  I can't find anything to wear.  My face, due to ridiculous overwhelming acne, appears to be rotting off my skull.  And my hair hasn't been 'did' in months.  I know they are probably not... I hope they are probably not... but I imagine people saying, "Poor dear, motherhood has really taken a toll on her".  To top all of this off, the newest priest at the church I attend has decided the catechism teacher should walk all the way down the aisle to meet the children IN FRONT of the entire church at the beginning of mass.  My youth director laughs at the fact he has requested this because she knows I hate nothing more than walking in front of people.  Anyhoo...  back to my face rotting...  I wish I could scream, "FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO DO THIS.  I HAVE ACNE."  ...not a very good excuse I suppose.  There's also these four minions we must get ready every Sunday morning at the ass-crack of dawn.  They too must look overwhelmingly decent, lest my fellow church goers realize I just don't care about appearances.  And so, my family got to enjoy a nice little bitch fit and icy mood once we finally got into the car (late).

(I guess I don't give my church peers much credit.  We're all there for one reason right?  I hope God doesn't care what I look like.) 

Anyway, where am I going with this?  I don't know.  I wish I could wear my new Pearl Jam Zombie shirt to church with my black Converses.  This may kill two birds with one stone:  something comfy to wear plus they may ask me to NOT teach preschoolers due to my questionable t-shirts.  The acne though... the acne kills me. I do not have any recollection of any worries of pimples in high school.  I enjoyed amazingly clear skin.  None of that after-school-special oh-my-god-I-have-a-pimple-on-picture-day drama.  But THIS?  This adult skin?  Fuck you, adult skin.

I read a tiny little tweet today by a pal.  Such a little thing to make me feel slightly better about the whole omg-its-church-time-again situation.  It read:  I hate doing my hair and makeup. Boys are so lucky. They just clean their genitals and they are ready to go. #unfair.  It made me feel a tad bit better, like I'm not alone.  I guess the whole getting ready for church thing is just my growing pains again...  who am I?... well dressed, put together mom or just me, jeans-birkenstocks-tshirt-just-get-your-ass-in-the-car... gal.  I guess I'll stick with the latter... with a little less acne, please.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Weekend Tid Bits

I told him to make a face explaining how he feels about 'History'... for some reason I do not believe him...

At what age do kids begin all looking at the camera and sitting still at the SAME time when a picture is taken?  Any chance of sending out Christmas pictures is doomed 'til then.

Babies turn into kids WAY too fast.

Friday, December 02, 2011

Five For Friday

I am growing more and more concerned about EMF readings in my bedroom.  Ghost Hunters has taught me well...  There are so many electronics in my room... so many blinking lights...  The Hubs has moved me to the side of the bed with the computer.  If I begin seeing ghosts and that douche bag Zak Bagans shows up, Ima kill myself.

Barring anything that exciting happening... here's my weekly wrap up...

1. We still haven't turned the heat on.  MUAHAHAHAHA!... take THAT natural gas company.  The nights have been freaking cold, but then again we've been all snuggly in our blankies.  Once we get past the chilly mornings, it's been just fine.  But then I did find this lurking when I woke up this morning:

Yeah.... I think he's trying to prove a point.  But what could it be?  WHAT COULD IT BE?  I have a sneaky suspicion the heat'll be coming on this weekend. The Hubs has also mentioned building a fire.  in the fireplace.  for the first time.  since we moved in nearly 5 years ago.  This makes my anxiety.... anxious.  Hate to burn down the house...

2.  The Bro finally watched the Walking Dead.  He was the world's last hold out.  See his take here:  Zombie Apocalypse:  The Walking Dead Review.  I don't think I agree with much of it...  but it is an interesting take on things.  I'm a sucker for all things zombie.  With a little drama mixed in... magic.  That's not how he saw things.

3.  The damn resume has been written.  Now it just needs to be sent... places.  When I was younger and was ready for a new job, (uh, like twice... cause lets face it, I've been at the same damn office for almost 12 years now) I just wrote myself up a cute little resume and went out and got another job.  BAM.  Done.  Now there's this sucky economy thing to deal with.  On top of that there's just a few minor details...  kids, health insurance, fsa's, life insurance, babymamas, location, BILLS.  It's enough to make a person stay at a sucky job just to not have to deal with all the baggage and shit that has to be sorted through and decided on when looking for or getting a new job.  Step by step is the only way I suppose.  But the resume writing process was much easier with The Bro's help.  All was said and done Friday morning while watching TV for an hour or so.  Sigh.  of.  relief.  I hate those things.

4.  My Coop took a spelling test today and aced it.  Now, you lay people may think, "so what?  aren't you there right beside him?"  Well no.  I mean, yeah... but it doesn't work like that.  He still has to prove he's gained the knowledge.  We take our tests pretty seriously.  He beamed when he was done.

Needless to say, I was impressed.  Day by day, I do believe this homeschool stuff is... working!

5.  I heard owls talking to each other last night.  It doesn't seem news worthy, I know.  I always find it so effing cool though.  And always, no matter what time it is I wake the Hubs up and declare, "Huzzahh!  I hear owls!  Isn't it amazing!" and he gives me enough, "that is just really swell" to make me do it again next time.  Have I mentioned The Hubs wakes up around 3:30am to go to work?  Who else am I going to tell when I hear owls?  Well, now I've told you people.  I just KNEW you'd find it as amazing as I!  You DID, right?

Happy, happy weekend, ya'll.

Thursday, December 01, 2011


I just read this to Coop a bit ago...  a little bit of Shel Silverstein is good for ya, no matter what the age.  This one is from his newest book Everything On It.


The Yesees said yes to anything
That anyone suggested.
The Noees said no to everything
Unless it was proven and tested.
So the Yesees all died of much too much
And the Noees all died of fright.
But somehow I think the Thinkforyourselfees
All came out all right.

Ah. Mouse Hand.

I am learning to think outside the box.  For instance I'm coming to you from my boudoir.  I'm sure this is nothing new for you lucky people with laptops, but its totally new for me considering I have a big ol' stone-age desktop.  Well, I don't want to be rude to the ol' thing.  (Sorry, Comp.)  It works just fine I suppose for what I have to do... (side note:  the Printer and I are not currently getting along.  at.  all.  and this sucks for all the copies of crap I need or pictures I've wanted to scan for you... I digress...) 

Anyhoo...  If you haven't seen my room... and if you are not part of an extremely select few... you have NOT... I will describe it for you:

big bed.  papers.

Welp, that pretty much sums it up.  I am stuck in a paper rut.  It's all just sitting there, rotting on my dresser and different corners of my bedroom.  I need a shredder somethin' fierce.  Bills.  Painted kid pics.  Glittered kid pics.  Important records.  ...even the humongous binder Egleston gave us when Max had his heart surgery about two years ago.  Do I need it?  No.  Do I just throw it away?  ...I guess so?

Anyway...  so because of lack-o-room, we've set this monstrous thing up on a side lamp table.  I wouldn't have thought of it, but the Hubs brought it up.  My problem was this... I have 4 monkeys that run around screaming and getting into shit CONSTANTLY.  CONSTANTLY.  To find time to blog, pay bills, stare at Facebook (necessities, right?) was becoming impossible.  The computer was in the basement beside the older kids' room.  This also meant I couldn't use it if they were 'sleeping' because they would bug the hell out of me.  Thus my Hubs came up with the idea of squishing it into my bedroom.  I think I am...  loving it!  One huge bonus is that I am not freezing my ass off as I am in the warm main part of the house! 

I look forward to meeting two goals...  blogging more often and cleaning my damn room up... I can't keep staring at this junk! 

I'm going to start thinking outside the box on a lot of other things.  What else am I doing that is ridiculous?  Where am I losing time or what else am I working 'harder-not-smarter' on?  Often I do things because it 'should be done that way'.  What if They walk in and there is a guinea pig in the middle of the kitchen?  I can't tape the kids' pictures all over the walls because They wouldn't decorate that way...  I think about They a lot regarding house decor or homeschooling or even what I wear.  Who the hell is They???  I haven't met 'em, but I worry a lot about Them.  Ridiculous.  (Maybe They is Oprah?  Martha Stewart?  hmm...)

Look forward to hearing from me a lot more often.  I can feel my mouse hand again!

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