Yesterday was my birthday. I turned twenty-nine. I've never been concerned about aging or anything like that. It's a natural thing - we all do it - and men with crinkle lines around their eyes are sexy.
I consider myself very not concerned with aging.
Which is why I was so surprised with my response to my niece's statement yesterday:
Me: Who's going to wish me a happy birthday!?!?
All the kids: Happy Birthday!
Siearah: So, you're 30 now!
Me: I am NOT 30! I'm 29!!!! I have another year before I turn 30!! Don't say I'm 30!!
And so on and so forth.
It was pretty ridiculous. I guess this is when I start really scouring my reflection for grey hairs and wrinkles and things like that.
On the 12th, Dad came over after he got out of work - around 10:30pm - I was in the middle of cleaning the living room, and had just put a movie in (Vantage Point - it gets 3 out of four stars from me) - just the previews though, and invited him to watch it with me. He had to shower first (he lives way out in the woods with no running water, so sometimes comes over to shower), and then visit with Sarah for a bit. Then we watched the movie. Afterwards we just hung out and talked for a bit. He gave me my birthday present (the CD from Flight of the Conchords - I am so loving it!!) and then when I walked out onto the porch with him, he saw a shooting star. Every year, I get the perseids during my birthday. I stayed out for about ten minutes after he left trying to see one, but I didn't. I hope there'll at least be something happening when I'm in Northfield this weekend.
I had a good birthday all around. I went to the gym, and at the Y that I go to - when you scan your membership card on your birthday the machine sings happy birthday to you. On usual days, its robotic little voice says "welcome". Of course, I had to scan my card three times.
After work, Asrai and I met mom at Bugaboo Creek. I got my fave meal there - the trader somebody's pasta with chicken and broccoli. Holy freaking deliciousness. Mom gave me some amazing alpaca knee-socks. I'm excited to wear them this winter with a foofy skirt. At the end of the meal, the waitresses came out and clapped and sang and made me kiss the giant buffalo head. It was a good thing.
From there, we went to Conni's pampered chef party. I ordered a medium bar pan (stoneware of course, because that's all I ever bake with). It will sit on my beautiful new baker's rack.
After I got home - I worked on the living room. As this wouldn't be the messiest mom blog without me having tried to control the messiness a little. I brought down a HUGE bookcase from the hallway upstairs to the living room. We have so many freaking DVDs they're running around all over the place. So - I put them on this massive five foot tall wooden bookcase. (there's one empty shelf that I've decided means I need to buy more movies). Then, I started going through a basket that was just filled to the brim with dvds not in their cases. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find the case when they're in no discernable order? Well, I do. That just wouldn't do - so I decided to alphabetize them, so I could find the cases more easily. I apparently really like programs that start with the letters S & G. Then I was able to match up movies to cases.
The house is still a raving pit of messiness, but one little corner is obscenely organized. And I'm still maintaining a fruit-fly free environment. Which is definitely a success.
All in all - turning 29 was a good thing.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Home Alone
I absolutely do not like being home alone. Azi is at my mom's house, and I'm home by myself. I have to leave the bathroom light on to go to sleep. It's ridiculous that I feel less safe in the house without a 9-year-old down the hall, but such is life.
I'm not completely sad about being by myself for six days. It's given me a good opportunity to stay up late watching movies. Oh wait, I just normally do that after she goes to bed.
I have to go grocery shopping tonight, and I need to figure out what I want to eat. I'm thinking indian food. I've been in the mood for it quite a lot lately. I could bigtime go for some chicken tikki masala. I just have to decide if I'm going to pay the big bucks at "A Taste of India" (a truly fantastic local restaurant), or spend $4 at Hannaford's and buy the Ethnic Gourmet version. It's actually really, really good - and there are no preservatives, so I can't complain.
I've decided to abandon talking about how messy my house is. It just makes me feel guilty about the laziness.
It's thundering today, and I've got to clean my car out when I get home. I'm picking up a Baker's Rack. I assume that it will completely cure me of my wickedly disorganized kitchen ways. We'll see.
I'm not completely sad about being by myself for six days. It's given me a good opportunity to stay up late watching movies. Oh wait, I just normally do that after she goes to bed.
I have to go grocery shopping tonight, and I need to figure out what I want to eat. I'm thinking indian food. I've been in the mood for it quite a lot lately. I could bigtime go for some chicken tikki masala. I just have to decide if I'm going to pay the big bucks at "A Taste of India" (a truly fantastic local restaurant), or spend $4 at Hannaford's and buy the Ethnic Gourmet version. It's actually really, really good - and there are no preservatives, so I can't complain.
I've decided to abandon talking about how messy my house is. It just makes me feel guilty about the laziness.
It's thundering today, and I've got to clean my car out when I get home. I'm picking up a Baker's Rack. I assume that it will completely cure me of my wickedly disorganized kitchen ways. We'll see.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Big fat kudos to me
Last night I did dishes.
When your average, every day gal says she did dishes last night, she doesn't mean anything impressive. When I say I did dishes last night, it means that I triumphed over all sorts of scary substances. I don't know which is worse - the mold that's smelly, or the weird dry, powdery mold. Both of which were hiding in my sink. I washed all the dishes, cleaned (well, brushed off) the stove and counters. Tonight the goal is the fridge, where I'm sure I'll meet all sorts of new creatures of the moldy variety.
When your average, every day gal says she did dishes last night, she doesn't mean anything impressive. When I say I did dishes last night, it means that I triumphed over all sorts of scary substances. I don't know which is worse - the mold that's smelly, or the weird dry, powdery mold. Both of which were hiding in my sink. I washed all the dishes, cleaned (well, brushed off) the stove and counters. Tonight the goal is the fridge, where I'm sure I'll meet all sorts of new creatures of the moldy variety.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Oh the efforts I make
I was good last night. I FINALLY got the laundry done. But then, as a reward to myself for having spent all that time in a hot laundromat, I went and did a little shopping at Goodwill. It was that, or go get an ice cream, and I'd rather get new clothes than fat, so I went with the new clothes.
Now, of course, this means I have a whole bunch of lovely clean clothes and ought to put them away. I did take the time/energy to put fresh sheets and pillow cases on my bed (I'll do Asrai's before she gets back from my mother's house) but did not get the clothes into the dresser. I have one laundry hamper upstairs in my room, and the other downstairs in the living room. Taking up some of the space that was formerly occupied by trash.
The fruit flies are getting a little hardier. Last night, I disconnected the dishwasher tube (it's one of the portable ones that rolls around my kitchen and attaches to the sink) and a flock of fruit flies flew at me. I don't know where they came from, maybe someone has a garden going in the sewer beneath my house or something like that. My response to fruit flies is clorox clean-up. It's a time-tested remedy. Granted, you don't want to spray the piece of watermelon you're about to eat with it - but generally the fruit flies like the older, ickier food.
I gave them a good showering with lots of clorox clean up, and I swear I could almost hear their pitiful little cries. But I hate bugs, so I'm okay with it.
This morning, I had to stop at the sink to fill up my water bottle before I headed to work. And there were fruit flies!!!! Just a couple, but I'm afraid they're becoming bleach resistant, like antibiotic-resistant infections. Maybe I should contact the CDC. Then again, maybe I should clean my kitchen, right?
On a sidenote, yesterday I was walking to the water fountain at the office, and I heard this squealing noise. Come to find out, that behind the GINORMOUS grate on the wall (for heating/cooling) - there is apparently a little family of birds living. As I've heard about animals going in there and never coming out, I must say I'm a bit concerned for these baby birds. Hopefully they'll be able to get out, and will be hardier for it. I am tempted to throw bits of popcorn in there for them, but have a sneaking suspicion that sort of behavior could be frowned upon.
Now, of course, this means I have a whole bunch of lovely clean clothes and ought to put them away. I did take the time/energy to put fresh sheets and pillow cases on my bed (I'll do Asrai's before she gets back from my mother's house) but did not get the clothes into the dresser. I have one laundry hamper upstairs in my room, and the other downstairs in the living room. Taking up some of the space that was formerly occupied by trash.
The fruit flies are getting a little hardier. Last night, I disconnected the dishwasher tube (it's one of the portable ones that rolls around my kitchen and attaches to the sink) and a flock of fruit flies flew at me. I don't know where they came from, maybe someone has a garden going in the sewer beneath my house or something like that. My response to fruit flies is clorox clean-up. It's a time-tested remedy. Granted, you don't want to spray the piece of watermelon you're about to eat with it - but generally the fruit flies like the older, ickier food.
I gave them a good showering with lots of clorox clean up, and I swear I could almost hear their pitiful little cries. But I hate bugs, so I'm okay with it.
This morning, I had to stop at the sink to fill up my water bottle before I headed to work. And there were fruit flies!!!! Just a couple, but I'm afraid they're becoming bleach resistant, like antibiotic-resistant infections. Maybe I should contact the CDC. Then again, maybe I should clean my kitchen, right?
On a sidenote, yesterday I was walking to the water fountain at the office, and I heard this squealing noise. Come to find out, that behind the GINORMOUS grate on the wall (for heating/cooling) - there is apparently a little family of birds living. As I've heard about animals going in there and never coming out, I must say I'm a bit concerned for these baby birds. Hopefully they'll be able to get out, and will be hardier for it. I am tempted to throw bits of popcorn in there for them, but have a sneaking suspicion that sort of behavior could be frowned upon.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I swear I'll do better!!!
Note the title: Messiest Mom
Seriously, if you think you can beat me on this one, you've got another thing coming. I'm trying to think if I have the nerve to actually post photos of how messy my life is. I keep hoping that I'll go through some major cataclysmic change and will magically become one of those tidy people with laundry in the dresser, and no fruit flies anywhere in the house. I'm not sure it's possible.
I'm home alone all week, Asrai is off at her Nana's house and I really, truly, fully and deeply intend to clean.
This is how being home alone has gone so far:
Sunday Night:
Got home around 9:30. I was STARVING, but there's really not anything to eat in the house because we'd been on vacation, then when we came back, I had my head-versus-windowsill accident (surprise, surprise, the windowsill won, and I had a concussion) - so I haven't gone grocery shopping in weeks. My refridgerator scares me, and when I opened the freezer, a cascade of icey pops slid all over the place, followed by several nearly-empty frost covered containers of ice cream.
I settled on an old container of honey roasted peanuts, because all the dishes are dirty and I wasn't going to wash them that late at night.
Monday:
I got up on time (go me!) - had a delicious bowl of honey nut cheerios (we do have fresh milk in the house, and the cereal came back from vacation with me), and went to work.
My car is FULL of laundry. I desperately need to go to the laundromat, but I've been saying I'd do it tomorrow for a little over a week now.
Went to work, spent the day there, yadda yadda yadda - nothing really thrilling on that end. It was my first day back after the whole concussion thing, and I think everything went just fine.
I went home. I had a list of things from Asrai that she wanted me to get together for her to have at Nana's house - bicycle, gigantic stuffed mumble, two cats from her bed, her DS and MP3 player chargers, her jumprope and skip-it. Being the awesome (albeit messy) mom that I am, I got them all together. Then I loaded the dishwasher! I sadly used the last of the dishwasher detergent and MUST remember to buy more.
I also changed the litter in the litter box, I was tired of holding my breath while I went in the bathroom and peed. And do you have any idea how hard it is to hold your breath while you brush your teeth?? Or even to just try to breathe through your mouth so you don't have to smell ickiness? Very hard.
I took the nasty cat litter out, with the small trashcan from the bathroom. We never put bags in it, and something in there was inviting little fruit flies in. (I late discovered that it was strawberry stems) So - out with the little trashcan. I'd rather buy a new one than deal with that nastiness.
So, then I felt all motivated, and as if I'd just accomplished a lot, and I brought a box of garbage bags into the living room to start working on the mass of stuff I have to wade through every time I want to sit on the couch. I got a couple of things into the bag, and then was distracted by the playstation, sitting there looking all lonely.
Of course, then I had to play some tomb raider. I mean, what did I buy the game for, if not to play it, right?
Then I heated up some leftover chinese food from Searsport. Played some more. Got frustrated at the game. Looked at my handy box of garbage bags and decided I just didn't have the motivation any more.
Tonight. I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY going to get some cleaning done. Or rob a bank so I can afford a maid, but I think most of them would run screaming from my house.
Today, I need to go grocery shopping. Maybe I'll do one of those cleaning-product-heavy trips. I get all motivated and buy all the different sprays and sponges and guaranteed-to-get-out-spot materials. I use some of them. I know I need to do laundry tonight. I'm wearing an ancient pair of panties today, because they were all I had left - that means the line has been drawn in the sand, and I must cross it!!
Seriously, if you think you can beat me on this one, you've got another thing coming. I'm trying to think if I have the nerve to actually post photos of how messy my life is. I keep hoping that I'll go through some major cataclysmic change and will magically become one of those tidy people with laundry in the dresser, and no fruit flies anywhere in the house. I'm not sure it's possible.
I'm home alone all week, Asrai is off at her Nana's house and I really, truly, fully and deeply intend to clean.
This is how being home alone has gone so far:
Sunday Night:
Got home around 9:30. I was STARVING, but there's really not anything to eat in the house because we'd been on vacation, then when we came back, I had my head-versus-windowsill accident (surprise, surprise, the windowsill won, and I had a concussion) - so I haven't gone grocery shopping in weeks. My refridgerator scares me, and when I opened the freezer, a cascade of icey pops slid all over the place, followed by several nearly-empty frost covered containers of ice cream.
I settled on an old container of honey roasted peanuts, because all the dishes are dirty and I wasn't going to wash them that late at night.
Monday:
I got up on time (go me!) - had a delicious bowl of honey nut cheerios (we do have fresh milk in the house, and the cereal came back from vacation with me), and went to work.
My car is FULL of laundry. I desperately need to go to the laundromat, but I've been saying I'd do it tomorrow for a little over a week now.
Went to work, spent the day there, yadda yadda yadda - nothing really thrilling on that end. It was my first day back after the whole concussion thing, and I think everything went just fine.
I went home. I had a list of things from Asrai that she wanted me to get together for her to have at Nana's house - bicycle, gigantic stuffed mumble, two cats from her bed, her DS and MP3 player chargers, her jumprope and skip-it. Being the awesome (albeit messy) mom that I am, I got them all together. Then I loaded the dishwasher! I sadly used the last of the dishwasher detergent and MUST remember to buy more.
I also changed the litter in the litter box, I was tired of holding my breath while I went in the bathroom and peed. And do you have any idea how hard it is to hold your breath while you brush your teeth?? Or even to just try to breathe through your mouth so you don't have to smell ickiness? Very hard.
I took the nasty cat litter out, with the small trashcan from the bathroom. We never put bags in it, and something in there was inviting little fruit flies in. (I late discovered that it was strawberry stems) So - out with the little trashcan. I'd rather buy a new one than deal with that nastiness.
So, then I felt all motivated, and as if I'd just accomplished a lot, and I brought a box of garbage bags into the living room to start working on the mass of stuff I have to wade through every time I want to sit on the couch. I got a couple of things into the bag, and then was distracted by the playstation, sitting there looking all lonely.
Of course, then I had to play some tomb raider. I mean, what did I buy the game for, if not to play it, right?
Then I heated up some leftover chinese food from Searsport. Played some more. Got frustrated at the game. Looked at my handy box of garbage bags and decided I just didn't have the motivation any more.
Tonight. I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY going to get some cleaning done. Or rob a bank so I can afford a maid, but I think most of them would run screaming from my house.
Today, I need to go grocery shopping. Maybe I'll do one of those cleaning-product-heavy trips. I get all motivated and buy all the different sprays and sponges and guaranteed-to-get-out-spot materials. I use some of them. I know I need to do laundry tonight. I'm wearing an ancient pair of panties today, because they were all I had left - that means the line has been drawn in the sand, and I must cross it!!
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