You son of a biscuit-eating bulldog.
Literally two weekends ago I spent an ENTIRE day getting my house clean, now granted… 13 people lived in it over the course of a weekend, but STILL, people were relatively good at helping keep it clean, even the children and Sunday night when we bid farewell to all of the company the kids and I got it back in pre-company shape in no time.
Then the weekdays come…. what in the SMACK happens?! I mean, we keep up with dishes for the most part but laundry starts to pile up, the bathrooms begin to sport this funky smell, and the carpet appears to magnetically grasp onto every piece of dirt, lint, or minute trash. And, do NOT get me started on our BEDROOMS! How DO they gather so much CRUD in such little time?! I CLEANED our room several times and STILL the desk looks like we’ve brought in a homeless person and let them live ON IT! Pop cans, plates, various medicines, lotions, powders, mail, papers… it is beyond me. And my floor… oh my floor, it has become the recepticle for clean laundry that no one has found time to put away instead scouring through the baskets daily to discard everything but the one sock that they needed, which means you can’t walk without stepping on something! I. CAN’T. TAKE. THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seriously! I would consider some type of drug that could MAKE me want to clean, because right now, I WANT it to BE clean, but I don’t want to MAKE it clean. Consequently, I have spent most of the morning trying to figure out what talent I have that could make me rich quick so that I could hire someone to clean this for me, which, let’s face it, is a joke… if you know me, you KNOW I could never have someone come in here and clean my house without me doing a deep clean first just so when they got here I could say,”Ohhh, I’m so sorry that you have ALL this work to do!” Deep down, I am pathetic. Well, maybe not so deep down.
Editted to add… my bedroom is clean… cleanER
VENICE, Fla. — A Tennessee man survived an attack by an alligator while retrieving a golf ball at a Florida golf course Monday.
Bruce Burger, of Lenore City, Tenn., reached into a pond at the sixth hole of Lake Venice Golf Club Monday afternoon when the alligator apparently grabbed his right forearm Course Manager Rod Parry told FOXNews.com.
“He didn’t see the gator,” Parry said. “Obviously, the gator reacted to what he probably thought was some kind of food.” (EMPHASIS MINE)
Maybe the gator knew the man’s name was Bruce Burger.
FULL ARTICLE: http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,286756,00.html
This came in the mail today… special delivery:
As maybe one or two of you know, yesterday I decided I wanted to try walking from work (Phillips Hall) to class (Field House). That’s across the river. I never had the courage to try walking across the river, because:
Happy Father’s Day to my husband…
He is there for me to lean on, he is there to calm me down when I’ve turned on the children, he is there to remind me of the rules I’ve set, he is there when Audrey has a nightmare , he is there to remind the kids to respect their mother, he is there to sing to Audrey at bedtime, he is there to cheer Michael on at T-Ball, he is there to lead Family Home Evening
, he is there to help with homework and to just have fun
… most of all, he loves you, Michael and Audrey, more than he ever knew was humanly possible until you graced our lives. Thank you Chris, for being my sweetheart and for all that you do for our family.
Love, Kate
So yesterday Chris took Audrey to pick up her first pair of glasses. Her teacher sent home a notice near the end of the school year saying that Audrey was squinting a lot and complaining of not being able to see. We noticed here at home that she would always sit close to the TV and when she would try to read, the book would be touching her nose. So, Chris set up eye appointments for him and the kids… Michael’s eyes were perfect and Audrey seems to have been blessed with Daddy’s vision. I told Chris to let her pick whatever frames she liked, and she chose some pink glasses with dangle-y hearts. She loves them, and now looks even MORE like her Daddy than before!
It feels like if I post, then my post on Kylie will move down and it will be like I am forgetting her. I know it is a ridiculous statement, but given how mad I was at Chris for posting about some dumb microsoft updates while I was still mourning my loss, I guess for me it makes sense. However, Kylie would be so upset with me if I focused solely on the passing of her. So, here I am, Monday morning… life does go on and it is going to go on without me if I don’t get on the ball.
I spent the weekend with the Thraps (along with my family). It was a nice retreat, Becca and I scrapped just enough that I got my fix, but not so much that I didn’t get any sleep 
. The kids had lots of fun swimming
and running around outside. Becca and I also will get wife of the year awards for accompanying our husbands and children to the BBQlossal festival. Every year the men beg us to go because it is SO fun and every year we are like… nah! But this year, I consented, and Becca being the wonderful friend that she is agreed to go with me. Sadly, this year they decided to make the BBQlossal a veritable suck-fest of non-fun, to which our husband’s kept exclaiming,”Every OTHER year it has been AWESOME!” I feel bad, and I do believe that it was probably more fun in other years. We even managed to get in some Canasta, Becca and I are still on a massive losing streak, though late Saturday night we put on our low cut shirts and fancy underpinnings thinking we could maybe throw the guys off with our feminine wiles, and it seemed to work… except I don’t think it was our wiles that won it for us, rather a Josh that was falling asleep. Oh well, WE WON! Sunday afternoon we played and they came back and took the championship from us again. Ugh. So, now I have class this week, a fun week full of excursions to West Liberty to asses their end-of-life services for my class and papers for my Sexuality class. Then Friday (or sooner if Becca decides to grace us with her presence), the Thraps will be on this side of the state for the Mt. Pleasant BBQ contest. Saturday is my Grandpa’s birthday party too, so there is a lot going on.
Life really does move on, and sadly, while Kylie can’t be here to share it with me, she will be here in spirit. I am sure in time, posting will not seem so difficult and feel like I am taking something away from her… but if she were here she would call me a “Dag” (it’s Australian for something you don’t want to know lol) and make me laugh. Thank you all so much for your love and support in Kylie’s passing, it meant so much to me… now we pick up our hearts and keep moving forward with a memory in our hearts and a smile on our faces!
I lost a dear friend today. She was the sweetest, kindest, warmest woman you could ever know. If anyone ever needed something, she was there to offer her support. On my 30th birthday she called me from another continent, just to tell me she loved me and that she was thinking of me. I can’t believe that she isn’t here anymore. I love this picture of Kylie and her kids that Victoria had, so I am posting it here too…
I love you so much Kylie, and I will miss you always.
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