Pop Quiz

Showering by the light of one not very bright, kinda crappy candle is:

A. a good way to break your leg
B. better than a party
C. a good way to still be dirty at the end of a shower
D. making the best of a bad situation
E. a good way to burn down the house
F. all of the above

Earth Day

New Earth Day policy: Every time someone tries to shove more political tree hugging Earth day crap down my throat, I am going to go out directly and kick a tree. Really hard. Sorry Earth. I actually do believe in taking care of you and all but you shouldn't be so damned pushy about it.

Sweet

It's an incredible, journal worthy moment when the realization washes over you that you have created the nuturing kind of home environment that FBI profilers tag as being perfect for raising serial killers.

What

Up at three to help bundle the kids into the car for their trip out west. Now that Tim has taken the kids off to the land of sun and morons (excepting the in-laws of course), I find myself in a pickle. If it's 4:30 in the morning and you can't sleep and you've got the house to yourself, what do you do? Do I watch Rutger Hauer harangue Mathew Broderick in the last half of Ladyhawke? Try to catch all of the tattooed freaks on True Life: I'm Bisexual on MTV? Do I start on the DumDums until all 50 or so are gone just because no will know that I did? Do I eat boiled eggs and old bananas until they're gone because no one else is here to do it for me? Do I clean the kitchen even though I would have to invite the neighbors over so that I had witnesses to that fact that I actually did housework? Do I take all of the quizzes on Facebook so that I'll finally know what Smurf I am and whether or not I'm a true american/utahn/80's trivia genius? What to do? What to do? I guess I'll go lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling until it comes to me. Because I can.

Ahhh. Summer.

Now that we have a couple weeks of summer under our belts, I thought I would let you all know how awsome ours has been. Of course it's been great. Everyone knows my favorite thing to do is to be trapped in the house with all 4 of the kids for 10 weeks. Hopefully yours is going along as well as ours. But, if you're not sure, I have jotted down a few things that I have noticed along the way to help you out. Not from my experience obviously. Someone else's.

8 signs you and/or your children might not make it to the end of summer:

-You're pretty sure someone has tacked on at least 3 more days at the end of the week to make it longer.

-You've managed to spend more than the GNP of Zimbabwe consuming Pepsi/Coke products.

-Your children think you've developed chronic diarrhea because they have found you locked in the bathroom at least four times before lunch.

-You've already pulled into a gas station and told at least 50% of your children to get out of the *#@&*#@!! car and find another way home.

-You start to think your homeschooling neighbor isn't just someone who makes "interesting choices" but seems to be a dangerous lunatic that should be avoided and needs to seek immediate mental help.

-Even your backfat thinks you've been eating way too much chocolate for breakfast.

-You fall down more than twice while putting on your pants due to the fact that you've been getting dressed in the closet with the door shut so your kids can't tell if you're awake.

-You feign a knee/hip/ankle injury so that you have a legitimate reason not to investigate where all of the screaming is coming from. Again.

Warning: Some content not suitable for optimists

In keeping with the fast approaching holiday, I wanted to make sure I took the opportunity to wish Happy Mother's Day! to all of the suckers out there living in Goody Goody Gumdrops Land who think it's a great chance for your family to show you how much they TRULY appreciate all you do. To all of the realists out there who know that it's REALLY a made up day for your family to have a cheap way to keep you in line so you'll keep being the family bi... (well, lets just say whipping boy-this is a family show after all) and pretend to understand how much you do and then feel better about themselves the rest of the year when they take you for granted, I hear you sister-kudos for keepin' it real. And to all of you suckers, well, call me when you tell yourself the truth. We'll talk. It'll be okay.

Just a thought for a good day...

As I load my little pillow and blankie into the wheelbarrow so that I can curl up into a ball in the corner of the leaky shed, the thought occurs to me-that guy in India that was caught selling of his kid-he's not a bad guy-he's just a whole lot smarter than I am.

The fear

Well, I may as well confess. I have been doing the bare minimum (no, not wearing the bare minimum you perv. That's just gross.) amount of laundry that I can get away with and still have mostly dressed children. As you can imagine, it is pretty ugly down in the pit of hell (aka the laundry room). Earlier, I was doing the big sort. You know the big sort. The sort you have to do just to find the washing machine before you actually SORT the laundry. Anyway, I had been trying to sort as quickly as possible so it was awhile before I noticed I had been doing something no one should EVER do. I had been touching all of the underwear that was mixed in with the other clothes and I wasn't ONLY TOUCHING IT BY THE WAISTBAND!!! Oh dear, now THE FEAR sets in and the questions begin. What if I touched the stinky butt part? How many times? What if it had been in somebody's crack? Did they sweat? Did I touch anything before I washed my hands? Should I wash my hands again? Can you boil your hands? I smell something odd. Is it my hands? What if everybody can tell? Why is everyone staring at me? Can they tell I now suffer from butt-finger? Will I be ever be able to eat again? How am I going to sort the rest of the laundry? How long would it take if I used tongs? Do my fingers look a little green?
This is what I get for making fun of all of the little quirks that my sisters inherited from the parents that I seem to have escaped. Karma sucks. So does laundry. I have to stop typing now. My fingers are cramping up from trying to type through the oven mitts.

Complaint of the day

I just watched the movie Appaloosa. It has Ed Harris, Viggo Mortensen and Renee Zellwegger(sp?) in it. It was one of the most boring movies I have ever seen. Tim said he wanted to check it out and I like the guy that wrote the book it was based on and it got decent reviews so I thought, why not? Bad call. The older Renee Zellwegger gets the more and more she looks like a deranged chipmunk. By the end of the movie I was hissing and throwing my arm up in front of me like Dracula being exposed to sunlight every time she came on. I thought I could handle Viggo Mortensen but I was wrong. Have you ever noticed how beady his eyes are? Just like a little accountant. The only reason he looked good in the LOTR was because his hair and beard helped hide them (that, and who wouldn't look more manly and attractive next to the half girl Orlando Bloom?). The last straw was Jeremy Irons. I forgot he was in it. He is so stringy and creepy. Lest you think I am judging him harshly, let me direct you to a little movie called Damages. Ugh. Actually, I lied. The LAST straw was the lame story and meandering plotting and the stupid dialogue. The only reason I am not as irritated as I could be is that I at least got all of Tim's stupid 100% cotton work shirts ironed for the week while we were trapped by this drivel for 2 hours. And no- I couldn't just turn it off. Tim wouldn't let me. I asked.

This fun sounding thingy

I saw this on Krysta's blog and thought it sounded like fun. I just copied and pasted it from her blog(thanks for the free labor Krys!). I made a few minor adjustment though. I didn't title it Pay It Forward because that movie sucked. Also, you have to be one of the first three to leave a comment complimenting me on my supreme back fat to get your crappy prize. Admit it, if I make it-it will be crooked and smell like old cheese. Do this, all of my blogging friends!

1. Be one of the first THREE bloggers to leave a comment on this post and it entitles you to a handmade item from me (hooray for handmade!).

2. If you are one of the first three to make a comment, you are a winner! And you then agree to post this challenge on your own blog, meaning that you will pay it forward, creating a handmade gift -anything!- for the first THREE bloggers who leave a comment on YOUR post about this giveaway!

3. The gift that you send to your 3 friends can be from any price range and you have 365 days to make/ship your item. Remember it’s the spirit and the thought that count!

4. When you receive your gift, blog about it! If you are not one of the first three to comment on this post, you can still play along. Go ahead and start your own Pay It Forward chain, and encourage your blogging friends to do the same! It's all about paying it forward. Enjoy!!!!!!!!