Did you ever notice that when you are in kind of a hurry, not full blown running behind, just kinda in a hurry that it takes very little to cause total chaos to ensue.
Today I had just enough time to leave work and run my truck through the car wash before I picked Alex up from school. I like to go to the $3 car wash on Douglas Boulevard, it takes very little time and the use of the vacuum cleaner is included in the price.
All I had time to do was run the car through the wash and then zip on down the road to the highschool. As I got my car lined up with the track that guides your vehicle through the corridor with all the wash dodads, I noticed that both of the front windows were opened just a smidge.
Crap! Ray must have opened them when he drove my truck this morning. I'm all ready for soapiness at this point so I start pushing buttons and get the windows up just in the nick of time. Then I start wondering if I actually closed my sunroof all the way or did I overshoot it and it's open a little bit as well.
It is very easy to push the button just a little too much and it will then open in a vent like position. Give it another push of a button and it will then reverse directions and open back all the way! Very tricky and I can never qet it quite right.
I decide (bad choice) to just give the button a little bump just to make sure it is closed all the way. Remember where I mentioned that if the sunroof is already properly closed it will then reverse directions and completely open if you hit the button. I had gotten it closed properly the first time and at this point, midway through the wash cycle I was now grappling with the sunroof switch to try and stop it from completely opening as I am traveling at a snails pace through a very vigorous wash cycle.
Wheww! I almost messed up, or so I thought......
My sense of peace dissolved with the water that began to drip down on me and then ran in rivulets down the sides of my windshield and across the tops of the doors and quite strangely from the middle of the compass located on the ceiling right above the rear view mirror.
The moral of the story is, when in doubt, don't touch nothin'!
My hair and clothes did not get thoroughly drenched but they were wet enough that you could tell I had been around some water. Thank goodness it was hot enough out today to dry myself and the small amount of water that did get in the truck by the time I got home.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Body Glitter
Body Glitter------those two words conjure up a million images in the mind. Depending on who you are and your particular situation at this very minute will probably have a lot to do with what those images may be. Well….get your minds out of the gutter and let’s concentrate on Douglasville, GA.
I cannot pinpoint the exact time, but everything that I thought I ever knew about people, places or things went flying out the window roughly the same time I gave birth to my first child, but then again who knows. It seems ever since then, I have been constantly amazed at the daily adventures of my wonderful life!
For example, when Abby was about 5 years old she had gotten to where she liked makeup, all kinds of makeup. Makeup I didn’t even realize you could purchase unless you had some sort of connection through perhaps a Strippers/Hookers Local Union No. 7 or whatever resources they have at their disposal.
Either way, one Christmas, Abby requested that Santa bring her some makeup, and makeup he did bring! Ok, so I really got the makeup but she had gone from NOT believing in Santa to believing and she refused to listen when I told her there is no such thing as Santa. Whatever, I still like to believe that there will be funds in social security when I am ready to retire, so we each have our own little fantasy worlds don’t we?
The makeup that I purchased and so carefully placed under the tree had lots of goodies in it; lip glosses and lipsticks, eye shadows and nail polishes and lots of little pots of glitter. Glitter…….it didn’t really strike me as odd at the time because my oldest child had received little goody bags from past birthday parties that contained glitter gels and glitter wands. So you could strategically place glitter in you hair; for that festive look I guess?
Evidently Alex didn’t really “get into” the whole glitter thing because I do not remember the glitter phenomenon that was going on in our house at the time.
Now the glitter that I am talking about is not that stuff that comes in multiple colors that you find used in many childhood crafty sort of projects. No, this stuff is quite finely ground, and is what I perceive actual fairies must use in their day to day operations in Wonderland.
It all began when I went in Abby’s room to change the bed sheets and do some general tidying up. I didn’t notice it at first, but when I yanked the bottom sheet off of her bed I was surrounded by a cloud of glitter dust.
Now I know what it is like on the inside of one of those water globes that I used to collect. Talk about weird. In retrospect, I had made the comment to Ray the previous Saturday that I felt like we were living with Tinkerbelle, because every time Abby flew by me (she doesn’t really walk anywhere) I seemed to get covered with glitter. Well, it has now been confirmed!
After getting the sheets off of her bed and looking around at the fallout, there was glitter all over her floor, not a pile mind you, just a fine dusting of it. I hadn’t swept the house in three days and as I made my way around looking at everything I began to notice just how much glitter there was in the place. It's a good thing I have that HEPA filter deal on my vacuum! I couldn't decide if this is better or worse than her eyebrow escapade!
A couple of you have already heard about this, but one day after school I was sweeping up, (it is an endless job because most of our floors are wood).
As I walked past Abby's bedroom door, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she was standing on her bed reaching up to change the channel on her TV (she has an entertainment center built into the wall and the TV is placed up high, she must have misplaced the remote).
Well, she heard me coming down the hall and just as I got to her doorway, she turned around and said, “Hey, how do you like my eyebrows??!!!!!”
Dear Lord! Have you ever heard the term “Rooted to the Spot”, well I lived it. She looked just like Groucho Marx. She then proceeded to tell me how she had used a black marker to color them in. I couldn’t say anything but she was just sharp enough to realize that the look on my face was not a good one.
She said, don’t worry mommy, I used the marker that you write on the glass with, you know the dry erase marker. All I could think of was “She ain’t made of glass, I am going to have to shave her eyebrows off and scrub her face with a brillo pad.” “When are school pictures? Has the yearbook picture already been taken??!!!”
I think she realized I didn’t see what she saw in the mirror, so she proceeded to tell me, “Don’t worry it will come off, I used the wipe off marker.” Then she looked into the mirror on the wall and said to herself as much as to me, “Well….it should come off…….Let’s see if it comes off!!!!!!!!!” I said good idea, get a wet rag!
She ran and got one and proceeded to scrub her face. It came off, just like she planned. I really hate that since she will now be encouraged to try crazier things…….I hope her kids do this stuff to her, I look forward to it!
I cannot pinpoint the exact time, but everything that I thought I ever knew about people, places or things went flying out the window roughly the same time I gave birth to my first child, but then again who knows. It seems ever since then, I have been constantly amazed at the daily adventures of my wonderful life!
For example, when Abby was about 5 years old she had gotten to where she liked makeup, all kinds of makeup. Makeup I didn’t even realize you could purchase unless you had some sort of connection through perhaps a Strippers/Hookers Local Union No. 7 or whatever resources they have at their disposal.
Either way, one Christmas, Abby requested that Santa bring her some makeup, and makeup he did bring! Ok, so I really got the makeup but she had gone from NOT believing in Santa to believing and she refused to listen when I told her there is no such thing as Santa. Whatever, I still like to believe that there will be funds in social security when I am ready to retire, so we each have our own little fantasy worlds don’t we?
The makeup that I purchased and so carefully placed under the tree had lots of goodies in it; lip glosses and lipsticks, eye shadows and nail polishes and lots of little pots of glitter. Glitter…….it didn’t really strike me as odd at the time because my oldest child had received little goody bags from past birthday parties that contained glitter gels and glitter wands. So you could strategically place glitter in you hair; for that festive look I guess?
Evidently Alex didn’t really “get into” the whole glitter thing because I do not remember the glitter phenomenon that was going on in our house at the time.
Now the glitter that I am talking about is not that stuff that comes in multiple colors that you find used in many childhood crafty sort of projects. No, this stuff is quite finely ground, and is what I perceive actual fairies must use in their day to day operations in Wonderland.
It all began when I went in Abby’s room to change the bed sheets and do some general tidying up. I didn’t notice it at first, but when I yanked the bottom sheet off of her bed I was surrounded by a cloud of glitter dust.
Now I know what it is like on the inside of one of those water globes that I used to collect. Talk about weird. In retrospect, I had made the comment to Ray the previous Saturday that I felt like we were living with Tinkerbelle, because every time Abby flew by me (she doesn’t really walk anywhere) I seemed to get covered with glitter. Well, it has now been confirmed!
After getting the sheets off of her bed and looking around at the fallout, there was glitter all over her floor, not a pile mind you, just a fine dusting of it. I hadn’t swept the house in three days and as I made my way around looking at everything I began to notice just how much glitter there was in the place. It's a good thing I have that HEPA filter deal on my vacuum! I couldn't decide if this is better or worse than her eyebrow escapade!
A couple of you have already heard about this, but one day after school I was sweeping up, (it is an endless job because most of our floors are wood).
As I walked past Abby's bedroom door, I saw out of the corner of my eye that she was standing on her bed reaching up to change the channel on her TV (she has an entertainment center built into the wall and the TV is placed up high, she must have misplaced the remote).
Well, she heard me coming down the hall and just as I got to her doorway, she turned around and said, “Hey, how do you like my eyebrows??!!!!!”
Dear Lord! Have you ever heard the term “Rooted to the Spot”, well I lived it. She looked just like Groucho Marx. She then proceeded to tell me how she had used a black marker to color them in. I couldn’t say anything but she was just sharp enough to realize that the look on my face was not a good one.
She said, don’t worry mommy, I used the marker that you write on the glass with, you know the dry erase marker. All I could think of was “She ain’t made of glass, I am going to have to shave her eyebrows off and scrub her face with a brillo pad.” “When are school pictures? Has the yearbook picture already been taken??!!!”
I think she realized I didn’t see what she saw in the mirror, so she proceeded to tell me, “Don’t worry it will come off, I used the wipe off marker.” Then she looked into the mirror on the wall and said to herself as much as to me, “Well….it should come off…….Let’s see if it comes off!!!!!!!!!” I said good idea, get a wet rag!
She ran and got one and proceeded to scrub her face. It came off, just like she planned. I really hate that since she will now be encouraged to try crazier things…….I hope her kids do this stuff to her, I look forward to it!
Saturday, April 19, 2008
My House Is Spotless!
Do you every experience times when you have been so busy it seems like your not home for more than 5 minutes at a time the whole week? Well it has been like that for me the last three weeks.
I spent the first part of today at a ladies luncheon at our church, which was fabulous, and then came home to relax and just piddle around the rest of the day. In theory that sounded great, the reality of it, well it was just too depressing to imagine.
I come in my back door, a little tired but glad to be home and I had one of those moments you hear about in the bible. Do you know the one I'm talking about? The passage where it says "And the scales fell from his eyes". It was as if I had been blinded to just how yucky the house had gotten. Now I'm not talking food left out for days or anything, just clutter, clutter and more clutter.
I called my friend Debbie and asked her if the Good Fairy had come while she was at the Ladies Luncheon and cleaned her house, cause mine was the pits. She said no, and hers was so bad that her dad had commented on it.
That's always a fun experience. My dad once asked me on an unexpected visit to my house "Who died in this wreck?" Yeah, right dad, ha, ha.
Debbie told me that growing up, her mom always kept their house spotless. Spotless? Well, my house is spotless! I can't see an available spot anywhere that you could lay another thing down!!
Personally, I think Debbie is a great housekeeper. She even irons clothes! I either A.) Throw the wrinkled item in the dryer with a wet towel, or B.) Set my steam iron on high and shoot puffs of steam at my article of clothing while it still hangs on the hanger. The latter method works quite well, but if you are going to do this on a regular basis I suggest you purchase a fabric steamer designed for this.
For one, the iron gets really heavy holding it in one hand while you tug and smooth out the fabric with the other (hang your item on a door knob or hook, unless you have three arms, then, well, you get the picture). I have operated my iron, using this method for so long now it's starting to act a little quirky. There are alot of times now that the faceplate of the iron won't even get hot enough to iron with anymore....hmmmm, wonder if it's one of those use it or lose it situations....
Either way, ironing is just not one of my "things". Apparently, neither is picking up after myself! Well, I'm off to do The White Tornado!
I spent the first part of today at a ladies luncheon at our church, which was fabulous, and then came home to relax and just piddle around the rest of the day. In theory that sounded great, the reality of it, well it was just too depressing to imagine.
I come in my back door, a little tired but glad to be home and I had one of those moments you hear about in the bible. Do you know the one I'm talking about? The passage where it says "And the scales fell from his eyes". It was as if I had been blinded to just how yucky the house had gotten. Now I'm not talking food left out for days or anything, just clutter, clutter and more clutter.
I called my friend Debbie and asked her if the Good Fairy had come while she was at the Ladies Luncheon and cleaned her house, cause mine was the pits. She said no, and hers was so bad that her dad had commented on it.
That's always a fun experience. My dad once asked me on an unexpected visit to my house "Who died in this wreck?" Yeah, right dad, ha, ha.
Debbie told me that growing up, her mom always kept their house spotless. Spotless? Well, my house is spotless! I can't see an available spot anywhere that you could lay another thing down!!
Personally, I think Debbie is a great housekeeper. She even irons clothes! I either A.) Throw the wrinkled item in the dryer with a wet towel, or B.) Set my steam iron on high and shoot puffs of steam at my article of clothing while it still hangs on the hanger. The latter method works quite well, but if you are going to do this on a regular basis I suggest you purchase a fabric steamer designed for this.
For one, the iron gets really heavy holding it in one hand while you tug and smooth out the fabric with the other (hang your item on a door knob or hook, unless you have three arms, then, well, you get the picture). I have operated my iron, using this method for so long now it's starting to act a little quirky. There are alot of times now that the faceplate of the iron won't even get hot enough to iron with anymore....hmmmm, wonder if it's one of those use it or lose it situations....
Either way, ironing is just not one of my "things". Apparently, neither is picking up after myself! Well, I'm off to do The White Tornado!
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