Posting the dirty laundry.

If you are ever unsure what exactly you are in charge of in your household, go ahead and get sick 3 days before  your grandma's funeral.  Of course if you happen to live in that blissful world of By Yourself, AKA the leftover mac n cheese is STILL there when you want it, and it only gets messy after you just cleaned it because you went ahead and messed it right back up yourself, well, you have the luxury of knowing you're pretty much large and in charge of all of it.  However, if you are me, and in charge of a bustling household that includes teenagers, it can get a little murky.  Because I delude myself that some of them are in charge of stuff.

Since I really needed to be well by tomorrow, I did what you do when you need to get better right now.  I loaded up on the cold medicine, and crawled in my bed.  And stayed there for about 2 entire days.

This is what happens when nobody is nagging reminding them about their chores...

Do you SEE the hot flat iron on top of the towel???  Teenage daughter alert.

Of course I'm not putting anything away either...

No, I didn't take all of this medicine at the same time.  I would have felt better.  And yes, that IS exactly how my bathroom counter looks right now.  Sorry FlyLady.

Paperwork piles up, To Do Lists go unchecked off...and that is a PAINTBALL gun leaning on the chair, so don't freak out like the Verizon guy did when we had FIOS installed last spring.

And I pile stuff up on my unmade bed.  The Kohl's bag is due to the fact that my 13 year old son is HUGE, and has outgrown everything with a collar that he owns, and is bigger than his almost 16 year old cousin AND his dad.  The kid should play football.  So I had to dress myself in something other than pajamas, wear a hat on my 2 day hair, and haul us on out to the local shopping center so the boy could be properly clothed tomorrow.

And lastly, laundry is left half-done.  (Say hi to Einstein!)

Or goes completely UNdone.  I like to call it Mt. Washmore.

So there you have it.  I am in charge of bossing people around.  I spared you the animal chores...the cat box is a whole other kind of nightmare.  But I love 'em.  And wish somebody had bossed me a little more when I was kid.  Not as a kid, but now, as an adult...I think that's the cold medicine talking.


Happy Weekend!
~S


P.S.  What does it mean that the first time I figured out how to post photos I chose to put up our dirty laundry?  Literally?

It's an Amish love story. Or 3.

It's 7:24pm and we've all just about survived another Monday.

So then...Good Monday!

I think you really have to evaluate Mondays post delivery.  They can turn on you.   I should probably be knocking on wood somewhere about now, right?  Don't count your chickens before they hatch and all that.  Did I just dare a Monday to go bad?  With midnight still a few hours off?  I'll be hiding under my desk, sitting cross legged, head covered.  Just they way they taught us during our 1970's elementary school earthquake drills.  If it was good enough to handle The Big Bad Granddaddy of All Faults, The San Andreas, I figure it must be good for a few more things. 

So I have been 'without book', as I call it, since just before Christmas.  Which, for a compulsive reader like me, is a bit like being an alcoholic in Betty Ford.  I'm jonesin'.  About to drink the perfume.  It was about to get real ugly. 

Yes,  The Jungle Diet (about the indigenous diets of the world's cold spots for things like heart disease, cancer etc.), my photography class book, The New Joy of Digital Photography, and 7 magazines are currently living on my nightstand.  But no, they do not count.  They are not what I want to read before I conk out at night   A 'book' is a fictional novel.  Preferably one that involves a bit of heart, a little excitement, and, when I'm really getting my way, comic relief that makes me snicker out loud.  Even if I happen to be reading in line at the bank.  Which I don't have to anymore because we switched to a much nicer one with awesome customer service.

But tomorrow I am picking up something I've never read before.  Amish fiction.  Did you know it existed?!  I am stoked!  (Yes, I know I'm flying my freak flag here.  It's okay.)  My friend Raquel, who is a Real Author, and who encouraged me to get off my lazy duff and write something again (Hi Raquel!), is loaning me an Amish love story novel.  It's actually a collection of 3 novellas.  She said they are good!  I think she was even a bit surprised about that.  I think I'm even more surprised that I'm going to be reading Amish fiction.

Goodnight Monday!
Getting under my desk and covering my head now...just in case.
~Sherri

Caught! (Not me silly, I'm MUCH smarter than that.)

Happy, happy, happy, spectacular, Friday!

Spectacular is my new word.  I'm working it into everything. 

Today is my new best friend.  Call me focused.  My priorities are clear and I'm carefully guarding them.  That's why I'm killing my spare 10 minutes on my blog, right?

So in answer to all the pitiful questions I asked yesterday, here are the answers.  (I know you haven't really been gnawing at your nails wondering, but when I look back in time, I'll want, no, need to know what I did.)

Used the new shampoo and have given the remnants of the old bottle to the dogs.  I will be bathing them in it this afternoon.  There is nothin' like Big Sexy Hair on a beagle.

It seems we will indeed be attending the funeral in all our shaggy haired glory and I'm okay with that.

And yeah, I'm definitely too old to say 'weak sauce'.  Besides, if it's crept into my vernacular, you can be pretty sure I'm the only one still saying it.  

We hit our 3 R's yesterday (thanks Shelley!) and moved on.  It's what we're doing today too.  The sun is out and it's Friday.  You really think I'm hauling out the big scary chemistry set today?  I have dogs in need of Big Sexy Hair.

Last night was one of those funny nights when dinner was on the fly and late.  So we did what all good suburban Americans do, we decided to eat in the living room and watch TV.  Turns out that gem of a DVR (one of my favorite all time inventions right up there with caller ID and my Kitchen Aid mixer)  had recorded this week's Modern Family.

Have you seen this show?  Laugh out loud funny all the time.  It doesn't miss.  But this week's...over and above the call of comedic duty.  TV guide cliff notes...the kids walk in on Phil and Claire. And, of course, everyone else has their storylines.  Yup.  That's what we watched over those toasted turkey subs I whipped up.  So hilarious if your the parent.  And apparently, if your the teenaged daughter, embarrassing enough to cause you to vacate the room.

For the rest of the night. 


Gut busting, side splitting, snort OUT LOUD, tear inducing laughter for the whole half hour.

Watch it, record it, ABC.com it, I don't care.  Just do it!  Because if the entire world laughed as hard as we all did last night, it would be a happier place.

Happy Football Watching this weekend!  (Make the bean dip.)
~Sherri