I'm so proud of my handy man husband. But I'm not pleased about the catastrophe that used to be the living room. I guess I'll spend the rest of the day cleaning up after my other mess-maker.
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Showing posts with label cleaning. Show all posts
Monday, September 5, 2011
Working hard on labor day
After a fabulous breakfast at a fun breakfast place Bryce rented a ladder and spent the day putting up this ceiling fan. While he was doing that, I got to clean up what I am sure will be the first of many poop explosions in the crib. You know the kind...where every surface and every item in the crib (including the baby) are covered with a healthy smear of poop. Casualties included a pillow and two stuffed animals that couldn't be saved.
I'm so proud of my handy man husband. But I'm not pleased about the catastrophe that used to be the living room. I guess I'll spend the rest of the day cleaning up after my other mess-maker.
I'm so proud of my handy man husband. But I'm not pleased about the catastrophe that used to be the living room. I guess I'll spend the rest of the day cleaning up after my other mess-maker.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Apparently it's a big deal
It's been my observation that when local sports teams make it to some big championship event, let's say for example the state highschool football championaship, the SuperBowl or the NCAA Championship...people start acting crazy!
They do things they wouldn't ordinarily do like,let their employees where jeans and team paraphanelia, buy exhorbitantly priced souvenir shirts, or throw down in the middle of a grocery store over the last boxes of frozen pizza rolls and jalapeno poppers.
I'm not a sports fan. I don't really care who's playing in which game. So, living in Indianapolis this year has brought me several instances of intense confusion over all this eratic behavior. I just don't understand getting all worked up about which group is going to get the ball into the goal the most times.
So tonight while the rest of the city is glued to the game, I will be folding laundry and wishing we had two t.v.'s. However, all sports cynism aside I would like to say: THANK YOU BUTTLER BULLDOGS FOR GETTING ME OUT OF A 7:00 AM STAFF MEETING TOMORROW. GO BLUE!
I'll root for any reason to sleep in.
They do things they wouldn't ordinarily do like,let their employees where jeans and team paraphanelia, buy exhorbitantly priced souvenir shirts, or throw down in the middle of a grocery store over the last boxes of frozen pizza rolls and jalapeno poppers.
I'm not a sports fan. I don't really care who's playing in which game. So, living in Indianapolis this year has brought me several instances of intense confusion over all this eratic behavior. I just don't understand getting all worked up about which group is going to get the ball into the goal the most times.
So tonight while the rest of the city is glued to the game, I will be folding laundry and wishing we had two t.v.'s. However, all sports cynism aside I would like to say: THANK YOU BUTTLER BULLDOGS FOR GETTING ME OUT OF A 7:00 AM STAFF MEETING TOMORROW. GO BLUE!
I'll root for any reason to sleep in.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
It's that time of year...
When Hazel sheds A TON!
In accordance with the changing of the seasons, Hazel's internal alarm clock goes off and says' "it's time for all of your hair to fall out!"
A few weeks ago there were just a few strands here and there, you'd barely know we had a 70 lb. lab. This week, she walks through the kitchen and I have to sweep. She gets up from a the carpet and it looks like a squirrel perished there.
She's still the best dog in the world and I love her lots, but my vacuum and I are worn out!
In accordance with the changing of the seasons, Hazel's internal alarm clock goes off and says' "it's time for all of your hair to fall out!"
A few weeks ago there were just a few strands here and there, you'd barely know we had a 70 lb. lab. This week, she walks through the kitchen and I have to sweep. She gets up from a the carpet and it looks like a squirrel perished there.
She's still the best dog in the world and I love her lots, but my vacuum and I are worn out!
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