Where the heck are you?

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Just like Gayle

After easily unsubscribing weeks ago from Red Plum, who used to send unwanted ads to my home twice a week, I searched for the Pennysaver unsubscribe to no avail.

Ha! You will not defeat me junk mail.
http://www.pennysaverusa.com/mailinglist/removalform.aspx

Seriously I go outside some days and there is nothing in the mailbox. Ten years ago that would have depressed me, today I need less communication from strangers I guess.

Can't wait to tell my neighbor (though it does secretly satisfy me to see her mailbox overflowing everyday).

Leonardo di Caprio will be happy, and so will Ella. Though I am sure this will lead to more of the continuing tirade, "why do I have to empty the trashcans just because its Monday? They aren't even full!?!"

This just proves that if Oprah gives me an assignment I will complete it. Quit receiving junk mail. Check. All that's left on my Oprah list is to not eat out for a month, get sized for a bra, and decide what I am "really hungry for".

P.S. Dude, I already don't get mail on Saturday, now what?
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/28897426/?GT1=43001

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Full Circle

The last day of every illness seems to start with me having stayed up all night. I think this happened when I had my second child, since there is no taking it easy with that little table dancer, nor can my husband call in sick.

I started with what seemed to be a minor stomach bug Friday, took a nap when Pat got home. Went to Chili's, and then went to bed late because of said nap. Slept in Saturday. Went to a birthday party. Later Saturday night felt barfy, stayed up later. Sunday we all missed church and I slept the day away. Little by little my bed time has crept up until now, when apparently I no longer have a bed time.

Tomorrow, well...today now, I will be exhausted through lunch with Sam and Marsi, dying by the time I get through our new troop's first Daisy Girl Scout meeting, and then I will collapse at a reasonable bed time. At which time I will consider myself over the stomach flu.

Did I mention I find inane details of my life fascinating when I am sleep deprived?

Thursday, January 1, 2009

The elves arrived a few days after Christmas.

Little cleaning elves it seems have been to my home and I could not be happier.

A few days after Christmas, Pat and I went to Vegas (baby!) to belatedly celebrate our tenth anniversary. Awesome time was had by all but something even better happened when I came home...my house was spotless!

While my in-laws stayed here with the kids elves must have steam-cleaned my carpets, cleaned the microwave, emptied the vacuum(man I hate that job!), AND got the mildew out of our shower that I was sure was permanent. I would be mortified except that I am so freakin' happy that it is all clean. I am sure there are other surprised I have yet to discover.

On our drive home from the aforementioned awesome trip we were discussing our need to make it an annual trip. Now that I have seen my house I am considering semi-annual.

Do elves work in June?