There You Are, My Pretty

Did you get lost?

or are you suffering from Stockholm Syndrome after a traumatic kidnapping.

You seem to be clean of eyeliner stains, but God knows how those girls abused you...

Come back to me. Don't be afraid. I will take care of you.

What Does This Picture Say?

Yes, this is a dryer. My dryer.

What does this picture tell you?

Clothes are dried and someone has picked out the stuff they need and left the rest.

To me, that says, "This is mine. Clean up after me or wait until I decide I am done with it".

I find my dryer in this condition at least 4 days a week. Additionally, there are clothes on the floor of the laundry room (closet) and the lint trappings are on the floor as well, even though there is a garbage can.

Oh, and the caps are off the laundry detergents because

That is it. Just because.

I have asked that everyone in the house empty the washer and dryer when they are done and stop using it like a dresser.

This is the response I get.

Don't ask me why I am angry with you all the time. Your actions speak louder than your words. This is your world, and I am an annoyance. I get it.

Morning Coffee

I don't drink coffee.

Yet, every morning I go through the coffee wars.

"Mom can we stop for coffee?" = "Mom, go buy me coffee"

Sometimes, I do. But not often because a. I was not put on earth to buy you shit. b. We have a coffee maker c. We have coffee, half and half, sugar, carmel sauce, chocolate sauce, etc. d. Get up earlier and make your own.

This morning Celia made herself coffee. Apparently she hasn't made the coffee with beans before.

"Mom! We have to stop for coffee. There is something wrong with the coffeemaker" I looked at the pot she held up of warm tan water. "Sorry babe, you must have forgotten to do something".

She did it all right. So, I went over to the machine and checked it. Yep. She put the beans in the coffee maker all right. But not in the grinder. She put them into the brewing basket. Better yet? The basket was filled to the brim for 4 cups of coffee. Oy! She ran the grinder without beans in it.

So I loaded it up the grinder and start the coffee.

Then the cup wars began. Yes, my teenagers fought over cups like they were toddlers and they both wanted the blue sippy cup.

Then they argued over who was the owner of the three day old sausage biscuit (my rule of thumb is that the day that the meal was served there might be some ownership claim, the next day? forget it. And the third day? STFU. It belongs to the person who puts it into the microwave. I am just grateful it isn't taking up space in the fridge).

I went to the car and waited.

I don't have the energy or patience. I haven't had my tea yet. Not that anyone cares.

Getting Ready for the Holidays

(please note that this post was written pre-Thanksgiving in preparation of my being a bit slow and/or mentally disabled on Friday.. or worse.. overwhelmed in dishes...)

What does that require?

Cooking? check. I am working on that.. some of the food that I have made is down-right pretty...

Cleaning? Well doing ALL the cooking means I don't have time to catch up with much.

For instance:

Dining room table? A gigantic pile. Why? Well, it is mine and Fun Daddy's desk and the dumping ground of everything in the house.

Floors? They have been spilled upon a bit lately. By my, by Fun Daddy... by everyone.

I have cooked.

Fun Daddy, is searching for a new job and has been diligently working towards that...

Girls? Well, they were both supposed to be home Di-rectly afterschool. Did this happen?

Naturally no. Imelda started sending text messages to me mid morning... She wants to go to the movies. Twilight. Thanks a bunch, Miss Britt! Somehow you convinced Imelda to fall in love with the Vampire Edward too!

And Lillith? Well, she has been working on a "project" everyday after school for a week. She is NEVER home anymore.

Both girls arrived home at 9:00pm..

Did any of their chores get done?

NO. And I still have more cooking to do tomorrow. Fun Daddy is getting tired of me muttering under my breath how much I hate people. Yeah, yeah... it is the season of love and hope and already I wish that I could make all people go away.

This is NOT a good omen.

Tic Toc Tic Toc

Why do we only have four minutes to save the world?

And do I really want to live in a world saved by Madonna and Justin Timberlake?

I don’t think so….

The New Me!

Ta dah!

I have reverted to my own hair color. A color that has not seen the light of day since 1985.

Also please note that it is gray at the top as nature intended.

Take THAT Beauty Culture!