Spambots Ahoy

So I was checking out the comments on the blog, and got a ton of "spam-bots", my clue about the anonymouse user that commented? That would be telling me that my site has "lots of great information for a beginner"...a beginner in folding laundry? Also about my great graphics?...yeah...gotta love the spam...

Yard Work a Go-Go

The MIL of Greatness gave us a cordless hedge trimmer a couple of weeks ago, and in my complete boredom of the day I decided to test it out. Well actually I tested it out on Mother's Day after taking the GS to the airport. My whole body hurts. The muscles in my arms are pissed off at me to a degree that they shake every time I pick up a glass. Of course the fact that I haven't used a hedge trimmer in like...oh I don't know...EVER, probably has something to do with it. The only good/bad thing about it is that the battery is only good for about an hour (or 4 hedges) at a time. Our yard currently looks a bit like the house from Jumanji, and I don't want Da'Player to feel like he has to bring a machete again to get to the door. So I did a bit yesterday, a bit this morning and a bit this afternoon. As long as the weather stays good, I'll probably hit it on that schedule until its done. Then I just need to figure out how to dispose of the 7 gajillion leaves and twigs I have created.

Sleeping single in a double bed...

Well okay its actually a queen sized bed, but the concept is the same. The GS is off to Cali for a week of work, not that this is the only time he works, but regardless he's no longer upstairs where I can talk to him whenever I want.

I've found that sleeping alone is no longer fun. For a few years I shared a room and bed with my munchkin, at that point sleeping alone was awesome! It was nirvana, not to have to fight for sheets or be pummelled by tiny feet kicking soccerballs around in the middle of the night. Or really cool was naked sleep, which is rare and sacred when sleeping with your kids. Now she has her own room that we have sealed off with crime scene tape so as not to scare the guests/friends/small forest creatures. I of course now share a room with the Geeky Spouse. Which has a large and lonely bed without him.

Another bad thing about the spouse being out of town is that I do not hear alarm clocks. The last time he left, Gryffindork made it to school on time twice in a week. And both of those were barely. The rest of the week she was late, once I woke up so late, I just let her stay home. Yeah it was that late. This time I am determined to do better...

No really, we don't hear ANYTHING when we sleep for the most part. At 7 I slept through a smoke alarm going off outside my bedroom door. After 20 minutes of trying to get it to shut off my grandpa finally realized I hadn't moved, and quit worrying about it. I've had full conversations with people while completely asleep. Mom used to give me a list of chores in the summer before she left for work and knew I'd be calling around 10 am to ask her what they were. I had a vague recollection of her saying something but heck if I knew what it was. My entire bookcase feel on me while I was sleeping one night and I didn't realize it until morning. Actually that's happened twice...the second time it was me and the munchkin and neither of us moved. I have personally witnessed my kid sleep through typhoons, smoke alarms, fire sirens, and a 7.5 on the rictor scale EARTHQUAKE. She did a complete 360 in the bed and never opened her eyes. She's fallen out of bed and slept through it. We don't sleep like the dead, we are the dead once we get down. So its not like some puny alarm clock is going to remove me from my slumber. The Spouse marvels at our sleep, a gnat farts in the next house and he wakes up. I tried to get him to wake up at 5am and call me, but he wasn't going for that one.

So last night I warned the chilluns (as we call them in the south) that they were going to be responsible for helping me get up in the morning. My sister the wonderful BugBug does not suffer from my daughter and I's fate with alarm clocks, she actually hears hers. Me I set 4 different alarms to 4 different times so as to make a complete cacophy that MAYBE would rock me from sleep. It worked...sorta, there was a lot of rolling this morning much to the consternation of the furballs sleeping in the bed with me. They help as well since our cats are now conditioned to know that morning noise machines=food. Jumping on mommies head is a favorite tactic...as is biting your armpits.

I ended up taking the kids to school anyway, but that was more due to the slow Monday morning, omg its fricking cold out, school is out in a week, I really don't want to do this anymore, than a waking up late. But they made it on time, so one day down and 4 to go...

The joyousness of cool air

The AC is finally installed in the upstairs...life is a happy happy day. Sometime soon we will be adding some roof fans, those will suck the heat out of the attic and into the outside, but for now...ahhh sweet sweet ac.

Laundry pitfalls

So last night the Geeky Spouse and I decided on a TV/laundry combo for our evenings entertainment. This normally means that I fold laundry while we watch the boob toob. Well last night the Spouse decided to help.

I've found through my life that men don't know how to fold laundry. Well some men do, but I think all of them were gay. Its a science and an art combined. Especially when dealing with kid clothes.

So I began with instructing him on the easiest thing I could find in the basket. T-shirts. I swear to God the man took 12 tries to get the shirt right. He looked upon me with new eyes, that bespoke of awe in the fact that I do this ALL THE TIME. I could fold a shirt in what appeared to be nanoseconds to his amazed eyes. The flip to right side out, the halve, the arm tuck the flip and fold, all of these things looked like something out of a rocket manual. I have to say though by the end of the evening, he pretty much had T-shirts in the bag.

So I decided to show him the horror of the worst that laundry has to offer....

the fitted sheet.

Anyone that has ever tried to fold a fitted sheet knows the pitfalls. Most of the time they end up in a slightly bulky lump in the closet, which does make it easier to figure out the fitted from the perfectly folded square that is a flat sheet. I've been folding fitted sheets 1/2 my life now, and half the time for me they end up in a decorative wad. Feeling at the top of my game last night, I did what I felt was the impossible. I finally folded a perfect fitted sheet. My mom would have been so proud.

GS watched in amazement, when I was done his response?

You damn near need an engineering degree to do that.

The Stupidest thing I ever saw....

So I went to the grocery store last night to pick up the assorted odds and ends our family needs to keep fed. Wandering the aisles I saw the stupidest thing I have ever saw....

A cookie sheet with targets.

Not the red and white bullseye's mind you, but actually cut into the metal targets so you know where to put your cookie dough to bake it. I suppose I'm just old, but geez are people so stupid now a days that they have to have targets to tell them how far apart 2 inches are? Is it now required that all cookies if placed to close together cannot just be cut apart with the damn spatula you use to take them off the sheet? I mean really people. Technology and science has given us lots and lots of good things, but cookie targets? Someone needs to get a life.