She's a Keeper

Lindsey, my 16-yr-old, is a princess. A diva. A snob. A royal button-pusher, born with a silver remote in her hand. She can agitate and aggravate like nobody's business. She's got lip and she's not afraid to give it.

Yes, she's a teenager - and has been since the age of five.

Which is why, when (in one of her ten-year-old made-for-the-big-screen-moments) she snapped "I WISH I were adopted!" I calmly replied, "You were, sweetie, but they brought you back."

I think we'll keep her.

The Secret to Marital Bliss

My husband is perfect for me. He thinks I'm nuts for believing this. But he gets my warped humor, and he makes me laugh.

Before I landed The Best Job Ever, I had gone to work for a sister company to his place of employment. He and my then boss are well acquainted and are always trying to outwit each other.

This is the conversation between my boss and me my third day on the job:

Mr. C: "Ask your husband what the answer to my question was."

Me, looking puzzled: "What was the question?" (I thought maybe he had forgotten the answer and wanted me to call hubs and ask him again.)

Mr. C: "Just ask him what his answer was."

Me, shrugging: "OK."

Mr. C: "I asked him how in the world he got you to marry him."

Me, suspiciously: "Did he tell you I'm retarded?"

Mr. C, surprised: "Um, yeah, well I think his exact words were 'She's mildly retarded.'"

Now, people, I don't know which is funnier - the fact that he actually told my boss that, or the fact that I guessed what his answer had been. Either way, I still laugh when I think about it.


More recently, Hubs and I had been cranky with each other for over a week, though neither of us really knew why. Not really fighting, just generally disagreeable. Irritable. You know.

Finally, when he could no longer stand the tension, he came over, planted a kiss on my forehead, and said ever-so-sweetly "I'm sorry you're so bitchy lately."

I'm not sure what he thought I would say, or even what I wanted to say, but what I actually said was "I accept your apology."

Then we both burst out laughing.

No, the secret isn't sarcasm. It's laughter. Laugh with each other and at yourselves, but not at each other (which is only ok in cases of stupidity-on-purpose.)

Works-For-Me Wednesday

I've done this with my girls since they were little, because it works for me. Each child has a laundry basket in her room. This is for her dirty laundry only - towels go in the "community" hamper. When the basket is full, it's time to do a load. Anything not in the basket will not be washed by me. As a result, we've had very few items of clothing come up missing, including socks. Except the items that have migrated away from home in someone else's overnight bag or somehow forgot to put themselves back in their luggage, and the ones they've loaned out or given away or traded, but we don't wanna talk about that right now.

They've been doing their own laundry now for years, ever since they grew tall enough to reach the washer settings.

This has saved me loads of time and energy (pun intended).

Got a handy-dandy tip you'd like to share? Wanna see more great ideas? Go see Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer - you'll love her site!

Just for Grins

Stop me if you've heard this....

A priest, a minister, and a rabbi walk into a bar.
The bartender takes one look at them and says,
"What is this? Some kind of joke?"

Makeover Madness

Hello, blog fans. In case you're thinking "Something's different about you. Have you lost weight?" unfortunately, that's not it.

Somebody out there somewhere has lost a few pounds, though. I know because I've found them, and I just don't feel right keeping them. If you know anybody in need of a pair of saddlebags, please let me know, otherwise I plan to burn them. Blogging burns calories, right?

No, I didn't get a makeover, but my blog did. Some of you got that right off the bat, didn't you? Thanks for noticin'. My old template was a little hard on the eyes, so I got a mo' betta one. Hope you like the changes.

Not only that, but I started another blog as well. A Heart Like Water is more of a prayer journal. You're welcome to check it out and leave a note or request if you feel inclined to do so.

Thank you for visiting my blog!