Valiant try but...

Today we're pretty much stuck at home. There's an annual event that runs through the city. Our main street in and out of our new neighborhood is basically under police control all day. So we scheduled the day for cleaning and what-not.

I started out with laundry this morning. And it's still going on. I hadn't slept well last night so the Hubs told me to lay down with the Bear when he had his nap. As I went into our bedroom, I called out...

"Make sure you keep up with the laundry..."

When I made my way out of our bedroom about 2 hours later, I made a stop at the laundry room. Something was swooshing in the washer. A load was just about done in the dryer. EUREKA!

But as I looked at the piles on the floor and looked closer at what was being processed. The Hubs had only started one load of wash while I was out. The load in the drier was the one that was almot done when I laid down.

"Hmmm...he tried."

Then I heard the washer go off. I went in and moved that load from the washer to the drier. I noted that it was the white load. The one that needed bleach. I took a whiff what was in my hand. And yes. He had indeed added bleach to the load. EUREKA!

But as I looked down at my feet I noticed about 10 things on the floor that had been in the white load. But had not made it into the washer with the rest of the stuff.

"Honey? Why is some of this white load still in a pile on the floor?"

"Oh. I didn't think those things could be bleached."

Okay. He was being cautious. But they were those baby face towels with very faded green stripes on them. And a white tank top. And a pair of white ankle socks. I threw those things in with the beige load. No harm. No foul right?

But as I started the beige load I checked the water setting. COLD/COLD. Ay-yay-yay! He'd washed the white load with bleach on the cold setting!

All I can say is that it was a valiant try. Thankfully he DID try.

Don't do that...you're making me look bad...

This is what my cool chick neighbor down the street said to me one evening. As I was rolllig the huge trash container to the curb. She and her husband were out for a walk.

Apparently, she has never lifted a finger to take out the trash container for the twice a week pick-up. She's never taken out the big container to the curb in their entire marriage! SIX years people! That amazes me.

She and her husband caught me the next week. I had finished cleaning up the kitchen and noticed the kitchen trash container was 3/4 full. So I pulled it out and walked it to the curb where the BIG container was already stationed.

"Seriously. Stop doing that!"

He-he-he....gotta love it. A simple thing like taking the trash out is making her look bad. I just love her!

And did anyone watch LOST last night?

Bring on the talk!

It was an AWESOME episode. I got a chill watching it. yes, I knew what the eventual last scene would be. But the stuff leading up to it?

40 days and nights of silence? Penance? Guilt?

What's with the "good" people business? Isn't Bernard a good guy?

The infiltration business! EWWW! I knew there was something wrong with that guy from the beginning. I told my husband so too and he shook his head. When the guy got speared? I cheered! The Hubs didn't see it coming.

The other bunker sucks big time. It's got nothing in it! No supplies. No nothing. What was the logo in that bunker?

I missed the first 5 minutes of the show so I"ve got to watch the ENTIRE THING again.

I'm sure the day has no where to go but down...

This morning?

The Bear ate his bagel with a vengeance.

"Ummm...YUMMY!"

The Princess ate her cinnamon raisin toast all up.

The kids got their shoes on and in the car with no drama. No fighting. No pushing.

The Princess hopped out of the car with only a little difficulty (she wasn't able to slam the door enough for it to close all the way) and walked into school on her own. No escort needed this morning since she was a little late.

The Bear was happily bouncing on a horse when I walked out of daycare.

Then a handsome, young, and YUMMY looking firefighter held the door open for me as I walked out of the local Mexican hole-in-the-wall. How'd I know he was a firefighter? Because he was wearing one of those dark blue t-shirts AND he had a firefighter sticker on his truck that was parked next to my vehicle.

After all that? I'm sure the day will go downhill. Too much GOOD stuff has happened already!

We're flipping spots

"Sweetie, I'm going to bed in 10 minutes."

A typical statement to make to your significant other, right? What's odd is that I made this comment. Not my husband.

I NEVER say this to him. He's the one who is always wanting to get to sleep.

Last night? I said this at 9:45pm. I felt like my brain was all used up. My back ached. My eyes felt all grainy (remember I wear contacts). I felt like I needed my whole body to be pulled (like Mr. Incredible when he was fighting that thing in the volcano) to relief all the tension in my body.

My husband hadn't even taken a shower yet. But the LOOK I gave him sent him immediately to our bathroom to get cleaned up.

I followed him into the bedroom. Got myself in bed. Read some pages in a book that I'm STILL trying to finish. When he walked out of the bathroom? He tucked me in and kissed me good night. He knew I was tuckered out.

Ahhh...it was a good sleep...

Minivan alert!

I think my neighbors bought a mini-van.

It's the nice neighbors just around the block. The wife is about 6 years younger than me. The husband a year younger. They've got two daughters. The first is 6 months older than the Princess. The second will be two in April.

They are a hip couple. They do mini triathalons. They're fun.

The husband has a mid-size truck with a V-8. They use it to haul a trailing that's tucked away into their garage. But I haven't SEEN it in over a week. What I have seen is a sand colored Honda Odyssey.

I know the two were in talks about having another little bundle of joy. A truck only fits two kids in boosters/carseats in the back. The sedan she drives could also only fit two bulky booster/carseats. Are they on their way to having another? Is the mini-van the FIRST step into being a family of five?

I'm gonna corner them down this weekend to find out. The suspense is killing me!

Lack of detail

Oh my....

I worked yesterday.

That's right internet. I was working on a Saturday. Yet again.

I'm enjoying my job. That's not the problem. It's how unorganized things can be. THAT is what drive me nuts-zoid.

Yesterday? I was working on updating a set of instructions. I got these instructions from a client. It's instructions on how to put together a report. A report that requires us to combine about 15 source data reports.

The instructions I got from the client had 3 pages to it. My updated version of the instructions has 10 pages to it. Yes. Ten. TEN! That's more than three times the length of the original. Why, you ask? Lack of details. Their instructions kind of skimmed over certain areas. Like what specific part of the source data we were supposed to put into what part of the final report. Like how things the various relate to each other.

Their instructions might make sense to whoever created the instructions. To whoever created that report. But to me? No sense. Even the references they use for the source data reports weren't consistent. It's funny (in retrospect) how they thought their instructions were thorough. NOT!

I spent about 6 hour trying to understand the entire process. It was confusing. I feel much more clear on what the start and the middle of the process should be like. The last third of the work? I still have two pieces left to decipher. But I need to talk to the client on what the heck their instructions are trying to ask us to do. It does NOT MAKE SENSE!

I'm hopeful that tomorrow or sometime this week I can get the last bits of it cleared up. But this week is going to be an amazingly crazy week. Tomorrow there are two things due. Then Tuesday there are five things due. Then the company has a couple important deadlines to meet with clients. Stuff that I've suddenly been thrown into. Stuff I haven't even known about. Why? Because my boss is moving to a new house this week. Great timing, eh?

Because of my impending no-sleep week, I may not get online at all in the coming days. OR I may be on quite a bit with little rants on how pathetic my week is going. Hmmm..

Wanna take any bets on my week?

Just the girls today

The Princess is off from school today. Something about the teacher's getting a day to stuff done or whatever. Another quarter just finished so I guess they've got paperwork to deal with. Classes to re-decorate and organize.

This means that the Princess has today AND tomorrow off. It's a four day weekend for her. But...the Hubs has to work. I have to work.

The Princess is happily eating a pumpkin scone with a shot of milk on the side. She and I ventured to the local video rental place yesterday after school. We picked up two DVDs. A Dora and a Superhero (think old Superman & Wonder Woman episodes from when you were a kid) DVD. We'll be grabbing some fast food for lunch (Mickey D's). I've figured out that I need a couple 10 minute breaks to keep her feeling like I"m touching base with her during my busy day. I'm planning on painting her toenails. I'm planning on coloring with her too.

Thankfully the Bear is oblivious to the Princess being home alone with Mommy. He's been dropped off at daycare. Just like any normal weekday. I feel so fortunate that he's settled into his 'class' without any problems. He's learning to urinate in the toilet. He's napping 3 out of 5 days. When he's not napping, he'll lay quietly with his teddy bear. He's learning to clean up after himself (the kids throw away their uneaten food and give their Dixie cups to their teachers). Anyway...

I hope the Princess and I make it through today without too many interruptions. I've still got to make it through tomorrow!