I've been tagged, and for once I'm in the mood to play ...
Subject: Do you know me? For instance, did you know ...
Four places I have worked in my life:
1.Harvard University Art Museums
2. Philadelphia Insurance Company
3. Plymouth County Land Court
4. Oswego School District
Four Movies I would watch over and over
1. Pirates of the Caribbean (I and II)
2. Harry Potter (all 4 so far)
ok, so that's technically 6, with more to come ...
Four places I have lived:
1. Chicago, IL
2. Oneonta, NY
3. Abington, MA
4. Whitman, MA
Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. The Colbert Report
2. Drake and Josh
um, not much else ...
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. The beach in Massachusetts
2. The beach in Mexico
3. The beach in Texas
4. The beach in Greece
Four web sites I visit daily:
1. Flickr
2. Sparkpeople
3. Faster Than Kudzu
4. Miss Snark
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Chocolate
2. Cookies
3. Ice Cream
4. Pasta
Four places I would rather be right now:
1. on a beach
2. toes in the sand
3. sun beating down
4. waves lapping the shore
and now to tag ... anyone who reads this! (Yep, all 4 of you, you know who you are!)
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Sunday, August 20, 2006
How to Avoid Housework
I get better at it every day. Not the housework, oh no. AVOIDING the housework ... yes, soon to be awarded expert status in that department. Back in the dark ages before I had children, who are put here solely to MAKE MORE WORK, I was merely an amateur. Now that I have two little buggers whose main mission in life is to make messes, many messes, all over the house and everywhere else they may find themselves, well ... (blushing with modesty) ... shucks ... I can avoid whole boatloads of housework before lunch!
But I can do better, yes, I know I can. You see, we have a fairly small abode. Yep, just about 1000 square feet of clutter, junk, crap, dust, mold, mildew and hard water stains. Oh, and let's not forget the bathrooms. On second thought, let's not even speak of them. Anyway, I'm sure if we just moved on to bigger digs, well, the boys could take care of business in no time, and I'd be busy at my best ... avoiding more housework than any other SAHM in my subdivision.
I didn't learn this skill from my mother. Nor can any of my friends compete at my level (though there is one relative out there who feels she must attempt it, but moving into Wal-Mart doesn't count -- you have to Live with the fruits of your non-labor). Actually, I kinda fell into it. Credit must be given to the Internet, of course, the infamous Time-Stealer. And if it weren't for my dear husband, who refuses to lower his standards, and therefore ends up doing Way More Than His Share of the HW around here, well ... I'd be just a regular ole housewife, wouldn't I?
So here I am, about to impart a mere crumb of my vast experience in housework avoidance. Sure, just about anybody has a computer with hi-speed internet these days, and children can be rented out to the childless (at least mine can ... call me for rates!), but an addiction to newspapers and magazines and library books (yes, you have to actually READ them for total effectiveness) and WRITING ... that could take the cake for most any household. But the coup de grace ... drumroll please ... HOMESCHOOLING!
Maybe I should write a book about it.
But I can do better, yes, I know I can. You see, we have a fairly small abode. Yep, just about 1000 square feet of clutter, junk, crap, dust, mold, mildew and hard water stains. Oh, and let's not forget the bathrooms. On second thought, let's not even speak of them. Anyway, I'm sure if we just moved on to bigger digs, well, the boys could take care of business in no time, and I'd be busy at my best ... avoiding more housework than any other SAHM in my subdivision.
I didn't learn this skill from my mother. Nor can any of my friends compete at my level (though there is one relative out there who feels she must attempt it, but moving into Wal-Mart doesn't count -- you have to Live with the fruits of your non-labor). Actually, I kinda fell into it. Credit must be given to the Internet, of course, the infamous Time-Stealer. And if it weren't for my dear husband, who refuses to lower his standards, and therefore ends up doing Way More Than His Share of the HW around here, well ... I'd be just a regular ole housewife, wouldn't I?
So here I am, about to impart a mere crumb of my vast experience in housework avoidance. Sure, just about anybody has a computer with hi-speed internet these days, and children can be rented out to the childless (at least mine can ... call me for rates!), but an addiction to newspapers and magazines and library books (yes, you have to actually READ them for total effectiveness) and WRITING ... that could take the cake for most any household. But the coup de grace ... drumroll please ... HOMESCHOOLING!
Maybe I should write a book about it.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Yes, we have roses!
yellow rose 2
Originally uploaded by momsworking01.
The payoff for tending my little rose garden meticulously, watering, feeding, weeding ... etc. is a few green thorny bushes.
So I stopped. I left them alone. I even took off and left town for a few days. And while I was gone, something beautiful happened.
Apparently MY roses are the INDEPENDENT type. They prefer to make it on their own, with no interference from lil ole me. And who am I to argue?
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
We have Visitors
I'm sure you know this one ...
The ants go marching one by one
Hurrah ... Hurrah
The ants go marching two by two
Hurrah ... Hurrah
They found the candy in the chair
I told you not to eat it there!
And now the vacuum hose goes down
into the chair
to get all
of the ants
boom, boom, boom ...
Oh give me time, I'll come up with the rest of the verses. Probably before I get rid of all the ants, who have now set up their colony in The Big Chair.
You know, once you get that feeling of ants crawling across your arm or leg, you just can't shake it. Phantom ants continue to plague me. And the strays are searching out new digs over by the sofa while my back is turned, I just know it!
The ants go marching one by one
Hurrah ... Hurrah
The ants go marching two by two
Hurrah ... Hurrah
They found the candy in the chair
I told you not to eat it there!
And now the vacuum hose goes down
into the chair
to get all
of the ants
boom, boom, boom ...
Oh give me time, I'll come up with the rest of the verses. Probably before I get rid of all the ants, who have now set up their colony in The Big Chair.
You know, once you get that feeling of ants crawling across your arm or leg, you just can't shake it. Phantom ants continue to plague me. And the strays are searching out new digs over by the sofa while my back is turned, I just know it!
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