December 28, 2012
-
casserole or hash
Spawn asked me this morning why our basement is so disgusting. The only reason she was in the basement at all was to get wrapping paper to wrap the Christmas presents for her grandparents. And, granted our basement is disgusting. However, after she left: I picked up the spiral bits of paper she’d cut off her painting, put the other frame in some part of the living other than the middle, put away the wrapping paper, hung up her coat, moved her shoes out of my way, put away her sister’s drawing supplies, took somebody’s dirty socks off the coffee table, threw two pairs of slippers up towards their owners’ bedrooms. Why is our basement disgusting? Because the maid service cannot keep up with the swine.
So now. I have a quiet day (having sent the swine away.) I have made the living room look somewhat civilized. I have tackled a couple bits of the disgusting basement. Which is also incredibly stinky, I must say. I appreciate that very much. My father-in-law thinks that maybe there is a serious issue that I chose to avoid a trip to the land of the bird calls. Nope. I just need a little quiet.
When Spawn was little she was one of those kids who couldn’t stand tags in her clothes and I had to buy just the right kinds of socks or the seam bothered her. It was all very dramatic. I bring this up because I determined that she was “sensitive” and I bought a really great book about it. It’s somewhere on my bookshelf. Too much effort. I think she got that from me though. Because I have to tell you, noises and smells bug me. Spouseman bought the cats some kind of water gizmo and it hums. Some people might find it to be white noise. It makes me crazy. That was the first thing I did when they left this morning. Unplugged the water fountain. And he likes to run the dishwasher in the middle of the night. It wakes me up. I may not say something every time and it may not wake me up every time. But, really, how many interrupted nights of sleep are necessary for a person to be justifiably irritated? My oven has a weird smell when I bake cookies. I think it’s the stoneware. We’re all going to die. Well, not me, I sent the cookies to grandma’s house.
@wildwomanofthewest challenged us to a survey. I’m not very entertaining today (as you can see), but we can pretend.
1. In 2012, my blog was mainly a place to
a. release my emotion
b. create
c. encourage the peoples
d. all of the above
e. other ________
f. I have a blog?Well, I did all kinds of stuff. Clearly, some emotion was spewed out for all to see. I did some creative stuff on occasion. I think I encouraged some peops once in a while- at least I hope so. I made some groovy friends who rock my world.
2. My favorite blog post in 2012 and why.
http://promisesunshine.xanga.com/768200619/towards-the-light/
http://promisesunshine.xanga.com/761150574/dream-house/
http://promisesunshine.xanga.com/759762668/criss-cross-applesauce/
http://promisesunshine.xanga.com/758043623/home/
How obnoxious, I have more than one favorite. I like these because they make me feel good and many of them were written for one of the scavenger hunts or such. I really like doing those challenges. They are challenging. Ha. I mean fun.3. A blog I read that challenged the way I think.
I’m gonna cop out here (I’m that way) because a lot of blogs I read challenge me to think. As far as challenging the way I think, perhaps prisoneroflove (where did he go?) forced me to think more carefully and express my opinions (which were always counter to his
) more clearly. blah blah.4. A blog I wrote when I was at a fork in the road.
http://promisesunshine.xanga.com/762535901/choices/
http://promisesunshine.xanga.com/760869050/end-of-tears/
Melodrama. Done. Poetry is good for that.5. My 2013 blog goal(s).
Goals? Sure. I’m going to stop going for days without saying anything. Because I don’t like it when that happens. Makes it harder to blog again.6. If my blog were a casserole, what kind would it be?a little meat, a little veg, a little saucy, crunchy bits on top.
Comments (21)
I like that description
Nicely done. I’m working on my post for Tamy, but got stuck on #3. I may have to do a generic answer on that one. As far as waking up in the middle of the night? I want/need/have-to-have absolute darkness. BR is in the back. But if husband turns on kitchen light, it filters down the hall and into the br. Drives me nuts!! So I keep the door shut.
I haven’t seen this challenge yet. Something I might like to do. Btw, I always enjoy reading your blog.
If your blog were a casserole it would be topped with Awesome Sauce. Oh, and probably, with bacon. Bacon is awesome, too.
roflmao “the maid service cannot keep up with the swine.” I love that line.
The only people who have non-disgusting basements are people with furnished basements. Which makes me wonder where they keep all their unwanted crap. Attic maybe? Or random closets?
I approve of your #5.
I know the feeling (not being able to keep up) that’s why my wonderful husband Sparky hired a house cleaner! Yes he is so good that way – it was at his mother’s prompting. I guess he was tired of me staying up til midnight straightening the house and doing laundry and dishes and dealing with all the bits of disorder that make me a little crazy… So yeah, you don’t need a house cleaning service when the kids are out of the house but when they are there!
heh. a little saucy. that’s you, woman
oxoooooooooooooooooooooooo
I’m starting to have that same issue with Pedro just this vacations, all of a sudden he’s too busy to keep his room clean and to do his chores, last week he even left his clothes laying on the bathroom floor, where they stood till he found the time to pick ‘em up
I’m starting to see I won’t be liking adolescence much :
About the survey, I should ask myself those same questions
Kudos for doing the survey. I could never answer those questions because I honestly have no idea why I do any of this.
Smells and rack bugs the heck out of me Jeff just laughs he calls this just one more weird thing about his wife the line about keeping up with the swine cracked me up and how true it is
Because the maid service cannot keep up with the swine~
oh I so love you for saying it. I am sick and delirious, so I can tell you I love you without it being weird, right? You entertained me beyond wonderful. 
Thank you!
I am noise and smell sensitive as well. Yet, I run a dog rescue. WTH moments run rampant on this side of reason.
@WildWomanOfTheWest - i live WTH moments. also, i think you might have the biggest heart in these here united states. glad you were entertained by my whining.
@SisterMae - weird is another word for NOT BORING!
@Six_Days_Divided_by_Blondville - magic 8 ball says check later.
@meddwl - :) @Bels_Kaylar -
@murisopsis - that would be lovely. ain’t happening here. but i have way loads more time now.
@leaflesstree - some people i know organize their crap. i don’t know how they do it.
One of the best parts about moving away from home was only doing the dishes for one person and not having to round them up. To do the dishes at home, you always first had to first find the dishes. Saying “find” is actually putting it very nicely. To be more accurate, you had to first
hunt
for the dishes. No more dishes hunting for me. Or at least, not for the time being.
@boxedwine - you would never believe the places i find dishes. my daughters are not going to like the new improved version of their mother.
@godfatherofgreenbay - :)
@armnatmom - we all have our little issues, don’t we?
@ZSA_MD - i would enjoy reading your answers. i’m sorry i’m not commenting as much as i used to. the brain shut down somewhere in the middle of dec and has yet to reboot.
@HappierHeathen - i had to go find bacon yesterday. i’m holding you responsible. i don’t even like bacon. (but, dang, it was good)
@C_L_O_G - i think i’ll make a sign. that should help with harmony in the household. don’t you think?
@promisesunshine - Signs are a good idea. I’ve used them in the house when I lived in a family group.
Crunchy bits are always good. Maybe some Velveta cheese or nacho cheese. My basement needs GPS locator beacon. Need to cart stuff off next year. May end up on Hoarders.
@Zoz36 - my casserole has absolutely no velveeta or cheese from a can.
you wouldn’t believe the crap i’m pulling out of my basement.
I enjoyed reading this and I was wondering where prisoneroflove went too.