I took a nap on Sunday. Just needed to close my eyes for an hour and rest. When I woke up, DH had cleaned both bathrooms. "That was MY chore!", I told him. He just laughed.
Monday rolled around and off to work I went. DH had the day off since he works four 10-hour shifts instead of the regular 9-5, Monday-Friday grind. I returned home to a clean kitchen, dining room, living room plus a mowed yard and dinner. I could have sworn I heard the washing machine running as well.
*blink*
My house is all clean... and I did NOTHING!!
There is one project I'd still like to do as far as getting the house in order. Am I going to share it here? Heck no! DH reads my blog. If I put it here in writing I could just seeing him cackling as he ran off to complete it before I could get home! (Blogging from work, for the record!) If he did that I wouldn't know what to do with myself.
Sweet DH!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Say it Ain't So!
DH is leaving Friday morning. He's hopping on a plane and flying to Canada, the Mother Country, to see his family at this year's reunion. I will be staying behind to babysit our 7 furry children. I suppose four of those children would be just fine left alone for four days, provided they had food, water & fresh litter. The other three, not so much. I don't even want to THINK about what could happen in our house over four days if the dogs had no one to let them out.
I've never been apart from DH for more than a couple of days since we got married. Four days? Long Distance? This will just not do.
*Disclaimer: Ms.B has apparently forgotten that she met her husband via the computer and used to do NOTHING BUT visit with him long-distance. Someone has gotten spoiled.*
*pout*
Ms.B
I've never been apart from DH for more than a couple of days since we got married. Four days? Long Distance? This will just not do.
*Disclaimer: Ms.B has apparently forgotten that she met her husband via the computer and used to do NOTHING BUT visit with him long-distance. Someone has gotten spoiled.*
*pout*
Ms.B
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Updates
I've mentioned my cousin, Scott, a few times in my blog. For anyone who might recall me mentioning his battle with cancer and his wait for a liver transplant I had to let you know that he finally had surgery a few weeks ago and is now doing great. His health is improved drastically, he's back home in a neighboring state, and he's enjoying 'living' again. He also recently announced on his blog that his book is being reprinted. Sold out the first printing and now the stores need more. Isn't that wonderful! If you have a small child you really should pick his book "Un-Brella" up at your local library or fine bookstore.
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The turtles found a wonderful new home over a month ago. Please credit us for letting the tank sit empty for a whole 4 weeks before filling it again. No, not turtles this time. I didn't want anything that required so much humidity.
Normally he sleeps all day though currently he is speed racing around his little home there... Can a snake really "speed race"? Salazar, the ball python, is on the move. Zoooom!
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He introduced her as "his girlfriend". Never before has this happened. Every other gal in his dating world was just a friend. Something tells me this girl might be special. My baby brother is growing up!!
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My sister's orientation at her college was last weekend. If she's lucky she'll meet some friends that are as amazing as the ones I had when I was in school. And NO I'm not saying that because there is a chance that my old college buddies might read this. Sure is convenient that I get to mention how great they are the very day that my blog link becomes semi-public though. What luck.
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I also thought I should mention I am in a phase where I am enjoying my job. Now that I confessed that I am sure I've jinxed myself and all hell will break loose on Monday. Never-the-less, I've said it!
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The turtles found a wonderful new home over a month ago. Please credit us for letting the tank sit empty for a whole 4 weeks before filling it again. No, not turtles this time. I didn't want anything that required so much humidity.
Normally he sleeps all day though currently he is speed racing around his little home there... Can a snake really "speed race"? Salazar, the ball python, is on the move. Zoooom!
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He introduced her as "his girlfriend". Never before has this happened. Every other gal in his dating world was just a friend. Something tells me this girl might be special. My baby brother is growing up!!
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My sister's orientation at her college was last weekend. If she's lucky she'll meet some friends that are as amazing as the ones I had when I was in school. And NO I'm not saying that because there is a chance that my old college buddies might read this. Sure is convenient that I get to mention how great they are the very day that my blog link becomes semi-public though. What luck.
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I also thought I should mention I am in a phase where I am enjoying my job. Now that I confessed that I am sure I've jinxed myself and all hell will break loose on Monday. Never-the-less, I've said it!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Blame it on the rain...
Don't rain on my parade party!
Such was the theme of tonight's "30th Birthday Party" for my friend, Kristin. The attempt to hold the party at a splash park near her home was cut short by the pretty grey clouds that decided to dump their lovely waters on top of us.
After re-locating to Kristin's house we were able to finish the festivities. I met up with some old friends, met a few new folks, and a joyous (and dry) time was had by all. In the course of the evening the discussion turned to the topic of blogging.
I've always been anonymous on my blog and the idea of sharing my link was a little overwhelming for me. Then I realized that having a few friends who know nothing of the folks at my work (who are the unfortunate topic of many of my rants) probably won't hurt anything. And at least they'll know I'm alive by reading my blog. Acknowledgement of your existence is always a plus.
*waves at old college chums* I don't censor myself on this blog. Consider yourself warned. Bwa haha.
Ms.B
Such was the theme of tonight's "30th Birthday Party" for my friend, Kristin. The attempt to hold the party at a splash park near her home was cut short by the pretty grey clouds that decided to dump their lovely waters on top of us.
After re-locating to Kristin's house we were able to finish the festivities. I met up with some old friends, met a few new folks, and a joyous (and dry) time was had by all. In the course of the evening the discussion turned to the topic of blogging.
I've always been anonymous on my blog and the idea of sharing my link was a little overwhelming for me. Then I realized that having a few friends who know nothing of the folks at my work (who are the unfortunate topic of many of my rants) probably won't hurt anything. And at least they'll know I'm alive by reading my blog. Acknowledgement of your existence is always a plus.
*waves at old college chums* I don't censor myself on this blog. Consider yourself warned. Bwa haha.
Ms.B
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Final Memories
There is a very strong possibility that I need to make one last visit up to see my Grandmother in Wyoming. This summer is possibly her last in her home & I don't want to have any feelings of guilt that I didn't visit enough once she passes away. Also, I need a new 'final memory'.
We all have final memories. They aren't necessarily the memories of your last moments with a loved one or old friend, but they are formed during your final times together. Visiting my grandma creates final memories of walking around her farm, swinging one last time on the home-made swing that my grandfather built, walking down to the little post office to pick up her mail & photographing all the little details of her life. Details like the flocked (aka fuzzy) wallpaper in her bathroom (Wallpaper that has been there since the house was built in the early 1900s), the playhouse my grandfather built when my dad was a child , the tulips she tended while I was a baby living just down the street, the medicine cabinet in the spare bedroom off the garage that still contains the bottle of asprin that expired in April 1987. All those things and many more create my memories of Grandma's house.
But one more trip must be made. One that must be eventful. ANY kind of eventful. Something to create a new final memory that will erase the one I have right now.
Because my final memory of my sweet, frail, blind grandmother is of her saying "Goodmorning!" to me as I entered the kitchen and reaching out for my elbow only to get a full handful of my left breast instead.
I wonder what it is about my left breast that makes it so popular.
Ms.B
We all have final memories. They aren't necessarily the memories of your last moments with a loved one or old friend, but they are formed during your final times together. Visiting my grandma creates final memories of walking around her farm, swinging one last time on the home-made swing that my grandfather built, walking down to the little post office to pick up her mail & photographing all the little details of her life. Details like the flocked (aka fuzzy) wallpaper in her bathroom (Wallpaper that has been there since the house was built in the early 1900s), the playhouse my grandfather built when my dad was a child , the tulips she tended while I was a baby living just down the street, the medicine cabinet in the spare bedroom off the garage that still contains the bottle of asprin that expired in April 1987. All those things and many more create my memories of Grandma's house.
But one more trip must be made. One that must be eventful. ANY kind of eventful. Something to create a new final memory that will erase the one I have right now.
Because my final memory of my sweet, frail, blind grandmother is of her saying "Goodmorning!" to me as I entered the kitchen and reaching out for my elbow only to get a full handful of my left breast instead.
I wonder what it is about my left breast that makes it so popular.
Ms.B
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