B.O.R.I.N.G.

There is not much going on in this old life lately.  It is summer, and I think the thrill of summer has worn off.  Not to say that we are not enjoying it, because we are.  But it is more of a contented kind of coasting at this point. 

Where is the funny stuff in my life?  My life used to be funny and frustrating, not necessarily in that order, but there was definitely some funny.  There seems to be no funny lately. 

I suppose there are worse things.

There just seems to be so little to talk about that is worth mentioning.  Should I mention the fact that I walked into the bathroom today to see that half of the brand-spankin’-new roll of toilet paper lay mounded in the potty (Ella)?  I’ll bet I could come up with an entire post full of potty foibles, but then I might just seem gross, dirty or wierd.

I could mention that I bought a new floor steamer for tile and hardwood?  (I really love this thing.)  It is shameful how dirty my floors were.  Shameful.  (But again, dirty.) 

Next I’ll be ordering the carpet steamer.  I love those equally well. 

I am going to try a cleaning plan, which I generally start in August, but have skipped lately because it’s just too much work.  It is supposed to get my entire house in ship-shape before the holidays.  Hahahahahah!  Who are these people that come up with these ideas?  We’ll see how far I get. 

Let’s talk about bacon.  Bacon is my friend.  But the smell of bacon reminds me of dirty people.  (so does maple syrup…I don’t know, people.  I don’t know.).

We are going ahead with the beadboard in the kitchen. (And I wonder, seriously, how the bacon spatters are going to do on beadboard…)

We had to have two windows replaced, and they did a great job, but the guy wiped them clean and there are streaks and it is driving me crazy.  The windows are high up.  I have to mount some large piece of furniture in order to reach them. 

Our brakes had to be replaced on the car.  And some faulty wires were replaced as well, which will stop the incessant beeping to let me know that my oil pressure was low.  Which it was not. 

The spiders I’ve seen lately (in the house) have been ginormous.  I made my children trap the last one with a bucket.  It may still be down there, but I’m not certain. 

See what I mean?  It’s all boring.  Bo.Ring.  (or would it be Bor.Ing?)  And more…

I found a 4 foot snake skin in my flower bed.  

I made soap.  I have decided that I need a wooden soap mold and a cutter so it can look much prettier.  The soap, though?  Awesome.   

I made jam.  It was runny.  Didn’t gel properly.  But it is yummy.

I hate the new color I painted my kitchen.  But I have a plan.  (Beadboard, plus more painting.  The Man is super happy.  And that is super sarcastic.)

The holidays are right around the corner, folks.

Kate is growing up.  I am afraid of it.

Ella just came down the stairs painted up like a lady of the night.   

I think my favorite color might not be orange anymore.  I want orange to be my favorite color.  This is a bother to me.

The boys start football on Saturday. 

Kate starts cheering on Monday.

Let the chaos begin.

Kate and I are going on a girls’ night on Saturday.  Shopping, dinner out, painting our toenails, watching a video with popcorn and candy and spending the night in a fancy hotel.  We’ll order room service for breakfast.  I can’t wait! 

I have to buy school supplies, and I don’t want to do it when the mobs are there.

I have to buy some school clothes for the kids.  I have no idea what they need.

I am not sure I’m going to be capable of handling life this fall. 

Somebody help me.