All the laundry. So many clothes. Socks. Lots of socks. Too many socks. I need to invent a device that matches them for me after each load. Like, each sock has a little micro chip in the heel. It can't be matched up unless it matches the chip in the matching sock. When the sock monster takes off with one, it would sound an alarm! Either that, or you could clap, and it would suddenly appear. Well, it's nice to dream anyways.
And I need to find a place that sells vats of stain remover. I can use a whole bottle on one pair of Caleb's shorts. Even that doesn't guarantee that it will come out clean. Maybe we need to invest in a laundromat heavy duty quadruple load washer. Sure would make it worth my while! Then again, we would have to get the super duper dryer to go along with it. Maybe we could charge the kids money to do their laundry....Hmmm, that's an idea! DING DING! They would learn how to budget their money even more realistically. Tithing. Savings. Laundry coins! I think Aubrie might roll her eyes right out of her head if I proposed that!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
SHOUT..it out!
R.I.P Deliah
I guess I am wondering if it's bad when your computer sounds like a hamster on an exercise wheel. I think there might be one hiding in there, or maybe the computer just has a really bad cold. I hope it doesn't croak.
I have no motivation today.
Speaking of hamsters, I feel bad about something I did yesterday. Two weeks ago, Kiera's beloved hamster Delilah was found in her cage deceased. For those that know our sweet Kiera, you know that the world was ending on that day. She was hysterical, and inconsolable. Delilah live much longer than I had anticipated ( 8 months longer than poor Annabelle, who died after only 2 weeks. Words of wisdom; don’t wash little hamsters with dawn dishwashing detergent.... )
Kiera had a proper hamster funeral in our " Pet Cemetery" on the south side of the backyard. Yesterday I was in the backyard-playing ball with the kids, when I noticed a little white box above the ground. I recognized it, and hastily picked it up before Kiera saw it. Poor, poor Deliah. She had been dug up out of her VERY shallow grave by a raccoon or other varmint. I hid the box behind my back and walked sideways to the gate. Kiera called out " Hi Mon, whacha doing?" " Um, Checking dinner, could you watch the little ones?" YIKES! I threw the poor little beast in the garbage can. Darn. Kiera is so tender-hearted about animals that I hope she she never finds out.
Picture contest!
Getting in on the fun!
Okay, caption this picture contest. I will post the winner by September 30th!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
She didn't realize that the floor was much harder than her soft pillow.
Goodnight sweetheart, Goodnight.
She was telling me she wasn't going to " get" her stories!
Look at those bicepts and tricepts!
Where to next...Mom & Dad's room!
Awww..melt my heart why don't ya!
Getting her room cleaned! Good job!
She kept finding little pieces of this and that to place in front to suck up!
