Why my husband rocks
There’s really nothing more to add. Just read this thread from FriendFeed:
There’s really nothing more to add. Just read this thread from FriendFeed:
As much as I bitch about my husband, he does rock. He cooks 90% of our meals. Since I hurt my back in 2000 he’s been doing the dishes. He bathes the kids because he knows that stresses my back too. And yesterday, he’s (almost) redeemed himself.
Since he does dishes, my chore is laundry. Yesterday, he did all the laundry that I planted as land mines in the hallway. They’ve been sorted since Wednesday and ready to go, but the back thing made it impossible to get to. Now, all of us have clean clothes. Yay! He also finally watered the backyard plants. So, they’re not completely shriveled in this heat.
So, I’m happier today than I was yesterday and that’s not just the drugs talking.
I’m the #2 Plurker in Los Angeles.
[applause]
Thank you, thank you…I still need to get SamProof out of my life. There was a day back in June when I was the #1 Plurker, but it must have been a glitch because Sam was nowhere to be seen. But as you can see, I’m gaining on him in the supremely stupid Karma category.
I want to thank my plurkbuddies for being such wondering and interesting conversationalists. They keep me laughing and sane throughout the day. Feel free to drop in on my plurk page and join the fun.
I have credit for plane tickets on Southwest and I need to use them by August. As of now, we don’t have the money to go anywhere, but Southwest just announced their low fare sale. So, instead of going to Kansas City, where we’ll have free rooms, I’m thinking of somewhere else. I can get to Chicago, DC, Seattle or New Orleans…or we can leave the kids here and go to Hawaii. Yeah, that last one won’t happen. Ilia is eager to go to Chicago, since she thinks we’ll see Sen. Obama there. Weirdo. I kinda want to go to DC. Seattle sounds interesting and we could stay with family and/or friends, but it seems like it will be cold in April.
Then I have to consider hotel and transportation. I’ll need to get a suite for all 4 of us, or two adjoining rooms. I’ve let my AAA membership lapse, so there’s no discount there. I know rooms in Chicago are pricey, but I also have family there. I heard that rooms in DC are every pricier. Getting around in all these cities should be a piece of cake, right? They all have public transportation that doesn’t suck.
This is a hard decision. I know the kids will love Chicago, but I really want to go to the Smithsonian Museum. I also think that Seattle would be fun for us all and the kids can meet my uncle and some cousins along with friends and their kids.
What to do, what to do?
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This is how I spent most of my Thanksgiving. I rearranged the kid’s bedroom and finally hung up curtains on their windows! The previous owners left up the blinds and me being lazy, left them up too. So almost a year after we bought the house, the curtains have been hung. It’s amazing how much it alters their room. It’s so much more cheerful in there. Since the blinds were brown, the room isn’t as dark as it was before. I should admit that I did keep the blinds up.
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Yesterday, I did a step class, lifted some weights, did a bit of gardening and painted picture frames for the kids bedroom. We got them to bed early and headed to the backyard for a little wind down.
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I just got home from the gym and thought, “Hey, a sweating gross picture of me would totally rock!”
No, no…you’re welcome.
Oh and shayera, after my shower we’re heading to Ikea and I’m definitely stopping for that burrito before we get there.
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I got dressed this morning in green pants and the purple shirt I wore in my picture yesterday. Then because I had to interact with people for work and it was freezing, I tossed on a black sweater. I looked at me and realized I looked pukey. Like my bathroom. That’s why I chose this location for the photo.
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My husband and the girl were watching Heroes and I was trying to hide away from the (annoying) blasting TV. Unfortunately, I couldn’t read with all that noise.
What makes this photo pretty lame is that I changed my shirt to post it. In my first photo, I was wearing the same shirt I had on yesterday.