Okay I was all ready for bed, the moment I actually laid down and stopped moving, I started to feel the pain. Who knew you used so many muscles to paint a room. Ouch. Tylonol pm here I come. I’ve given it time and tried to go without pills for the sake of my liver but at this point I don’t care. Sweet blissful sleep that’s all I want. Is it too much to ask for. Of course I could do without the back ache and general muscle pain too… there I go getting greedy.

I’m painting! Finally! When Charlie and Isabelle get home from school we’re going to start gluing pictures on the wall.I’ve been a little busy so I haven’t posted but I haven’t forgotten you all I’ve been checking in on break time. It’s an excuse to escape the fumes…or is that my excuse to check Xanga.lol

I can’t wait to post pictures when I’m done and see what you all think. Of course your all kind so I know you’ll say nice things. Just remember I expect honesty. I suppose you could go the if you can’t say anything nice road.  Okay enough stalling, back to work for me. I’m shaking it while I paint, all I can say is it’s a good thing we haven’t put the new floor down yet because man I’m messy! Also I’m glad there are no cameras around to see what a goof I am. Now I’m thinking about expectation of privacy and Bush oh my goodness my mind just won’t stop. Too much NPR. I’ll post more later. Ang

Oh notice my musical selection I got it from the library in honor of a xanga buddy. Think I’m gonna have to buy it!

Well the kids are on the bus and I’m gonna do it. I’ve been trying to paint my sons’ room (Yes that apostrophe is in the right place.) for about a week now and I’ve been doing what I’m best at…procastinating! 

Yesterday I filled all the holes. (there’s that word again, I must have a thing.)  A kids room really shows you how destructive the little buggers can be when left unobserved. I think one of them(charlie) must have poked a lego corner into the wall, over and over and over. Let’s just say he won’t do anything like it again since he has been threatened with a fate worse then death if I catch him, dun dun dunnnnnnnn, loss of computer!

Well I am going to get to it. I’ve got the music *new cd* and I made arrangements to have Grandma and Grandpa take the monsters tonight for a bit, if I’m good it should be just enough time to get a second coat if the weather cooperates, which it probably won’t since it is raining out now. And that’s being optimistic anyway by assuming I’ll have the first one done, which lets be real for a sec, isn’t likely.lol

Okay I’m off. Here’s to accomplishing something! Ang

I was on my way home from errands when I turned on NPR and the first word I heard was SPERM, well of course my mind started to fly to Bad places then the next words from the gentlemen’s mouth were count and motility and I was pulled back to Earth, it all went down hill from there. The final nail in the coffin was when Diane Ream started asking questions and those of you who are familiar with NPR know exactly where I’m coming from.  I love listening to the woman talk about anything else, anything. She truly is a brilliant interviewer but don’t go near the swimming fellows. Diane, don’t do it, walk away from the microphone…awww she did it. My ears may never be the same 

It’s posted! My sister has finally posted the worlds largest pothole pictures on her site. She claims all the responsibility for finding it, but I took the pictures! Any way swing by and see it. She also has some other funny things going on in that post. Beware those of you with sensitive eyeballs, there is a picture I would call risque on there.  So if your sensitive about that stuff be warned. She is Random1974   I wish I new how to do a link but I haven’t progressed that far along my journey of technological discovery. She is funny and a bit of a wac job sometimes. I would say I get it from her but she came second sooooo… You’ll like her.  Let me know what you all think of the pot hole. Ang

Last night I had a long bitter rant all written out and ready to post when It was erased! At the time I was upset about it because I was all ranted out and there was no way I was going to retype it. I was going to retype it this morning but I find that all the bitterness is gone. So I guess I’m glad it didn’t get posted because you know I just don’t feel like a bitter person and it probably would have been a misrepresentation of who I am. 

The post was about one of my pet peeves. Yes, you know what they are. We all have them even if some of us don’t like to admit it. Maybe that’s one of yours; Discussing your pet peeves with strangers?  That however is not one of mine. Let’s see the one I was posting on last night was strangers thinking they have the right to discipline my children. Well guess what, they don’t! They can ask my kids politely not to do something, just like they would anyone else but beyond that I feel they should bugger off. Oh see here I go off on a rant. with explanations and all, nope, nope not gonna do it. Let’s see a list. My pet peeves. In no specific order.  

1. Drop in visitors. (Call first)

2. People I don’t know trying to discipline my children. (If they aren’t in danger, or causing harm to you or your children and you aren’t a member of my family or someone I have given responsibility of my children, say a teacher or a babysitter, you have no right to ‘discipline’ them.)

3.Drinking out of the milk carton or juice carton. (Yuck. enough said.)

4.People who feel they have the right to criticize someone else for their choices and decide to give their unsolicited opinions to that person. (For instance their clothing selection, if I want to wear pink shoes and an orange tshirt, what’s it to you?  Or say If I only want to mow my lawn once month, what’s it to you? If I want to make my career art instead of business… you get the idea.  I know there is such a thing as consideration. You shouldn’t go out in public reeking to high heaven, or let your lawn get so bad it affects property values. I get that but if I don’t ask for your opinion don’t give it to me, go off and talk about it behind my back, I don’t care, just don’t tell me about it. ) Oh ,this one does not include my sister. She’s going to tell me what she thinks if I want to hear it or not.  I know that about her so I except it. Besides I value her opinion.

5. Dirty socks on the floor that aren’t mine. (It’s not my worst though, I can live with it.)

6.Random acts of meanness. (Why?)

7. People who belch or fart in public and don’t say excuse me. (It’s just good manners.)

I think that’s it, I’m all pet peeved out. I’m sure I have more I just can’t think of them now. What are some of yours? Remember I asked for it so let me have it. If it’s flying eye ball cursors, my feelings won’t be hurt, I’m just trying it out. Really let me know I want to know, TELL ME! 

Have a good weekend. Ang 

Well, they’ve come and gone and I survived the whole experience. I would even say I enjoyed a bit of it. My husband grilled some really great fish, that was provided by my Pop, The best fisherman in the world. I cleaned for a total of two and a half hours and things looked passable. The instinct to run upstairs and hide was strong but I restrained myself. Now I can rest comfortably in the knowledge that I have done my duty and hopefully I’ll have  about a month free of visitors. If I threaten my hubby with bodily harm.

 Okay so onto the big decisions… Do I watch CSI or Grey’s Anatomy. Oh the hard decisions life throws my way. This is probably the only time I have ever wished for TVO.  Well I’m sure they’ll all be on in reruns so I’ll just watch it then or I should just watch CSI and then wait for the season on cd for  Grey’s Anatomy then I can watch it all at once and loose the suspense. That sounds good. What are you all watching?

I’m reading Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss. It’s an attempt to improve my punctuation. Since I know all of you out there are judging me! I just know it! (Actually I just thought I should) It’s taking me a bit longer to go through. Usually I read a book a day but I’m enjoying thinking this one out. Ms. Truss has a great sense of humor but if you already have problems with punctuation, ME! ME! Let’s just say I do a lot of back tracking to get some of the jokes.Sometimes I feel that she is simply trying to infect the reader (me) with  her neuroses… For instance, did you know that in the grocery store, the ten items or less lane should be fewer? Am I the only person who hasn’t noticed this? It makes perfect sense now that I’ve had it pointed out to me and I’m going to think about it every time I pass those aisles. What has she done to me! What have I done to you. Ha.  Ten items or fewer… 

An update on the cleaning, it’s not happening but I have made a mixed cd on my NEW computer Heres’ what I put on it, the mix list is of course called PROCASTINATION.

Van Halen, Van Morrison, The White Stripes, Scissor Sisters,  Elton John, Cat Stevens, Frank Sinatra, Tony Bennet, Violent Femmes, Dead Milk Men, Yaz, The Cure, Jack Johnson, Korn, Rufus Wainright, Bob Segar, White Zombie, and Blackeye Peas.  

I did clean a little today but nowhere near enough. I had the school picnic and the mechanic to go to so I wasn’t just being a bum really, only when I was home.   

I hate having people at my house. Isn’t this supposed to be my safe harbor?  My husband has invited company over on Thursday night. He informed me yesterday night. So I have two days to try and make our house look half way like people live here and not a bunch of little piggies. This is going to be hard. Time to buck up and get to it. Maybe I can use this as an excuse to buy a new CD it’s always easier to clean when your rockin right?

Yeah shopping for a cd…a great way to procastinate. I think I’ll call my Mommy and go to lunch with her too. If I play this right I might be able to put cleaning off until an hour or two before we have company. If I cleaned it now it would just get messy again  and I’d have to do it all over right?

Okay I see that there are flaws in that logic. The main one being that it will probably take a heck of a lot more then two hours to clean my house! I think I’ll start with some Scissor Sisters and then what… Any suggestions? What do you guys use for your get up an go music?

  Better get to it.  I don’t think I can get away with wrapping the house in tinfoil and putting a closed sign on the door. You wouldn’t want to enter a house like that would you? I mean I would think contamination right away. There’s an idea I wonder if they sell quarantine signs anymore, I don’t think a handmade one would strike the kind of fear I’m looking for. I really don’t want company, can you tell. Maybe I can call in sick and hide upstairs with the covers over my head while Ben and the kids entertain them. ,What do you think?

So last night I went with my family and applied for work at a lumber camp. We traveled all the way back to 1898 to do it. We applied for the position of cookee, which was a cooks second helper and shanty boy, a lumberjack, as they were called more Maine and Canada way.  What fun. Isabelle showed off her coffee grinding skills, to bad we don’t drink coffee.

It was a bit of a bummer that the Monarch pine I remember from my childhood had died a few years back so Isabelle couldn’t see it. This tree was massive. It took fifteen ten-year-olds, arms stretched out, hand in hand to hug it. I don’t remember how many adults it took because I wasn’t an adult.

We didn’t get the job, Isabelle said it was a good thing today because Charlie and Dad would miss us. I believe her exact words were “It’s a good thing we didn’t take that job Mom, what would Charlie and Dad do without us?”

I was thinking probably play more computer. But I just explained to her that we hadn’t really wanted a job it was just pretend. It makes a bit more sense now why she was in such a hurry to leave.  

I just started to read the book above, as you can probably tell I haven’t finished it yet. We’ll see if it works.