Going to Hell in a Laundry Basket

Lest you think I have only been ignorning all of you as we transition from school schedule to summer schedule, I give you exhibit A: This is our playroom loveseat, rendered completely unusable for its given purpose. Need a clean t-shirt, hon? Oh, I did a bleach wash. Go check the basement...

Wordless Wednesday

My mistake; you weren't tired.

Happy Mother's Day!!

No, it's not a typo. My Mother's Day present arrived today. I'll give you one guess as to what it is: Right now, even as we speak, I am blogging from my front porch!!

After much cluelessness on my part, random fishing expeditions into our desktop, technical discussions with any neighbor unlucky enough to be outside at the same time as me (waves to Chuck and John!), a chat session with a very nice Indian tech at Linksys, and eventually, a quick trip to Best Buy for a new wireless router, my stunningly beautiful new Dell Latitude and I are doin' it wirelessly!

Um, it's a little chilly out here. But Andy dragged the boat out front and is working on the final touches so that we can, at long last, hit the shallow river we can walk across, if necessary open waters in That Kintner Boy just in time for Father's Day. So I want to be with him. Outside. In the cold. Blogging.

For those of you who really want to know, for Father's Day, Andy is getting a new bilge pump! See? The romance around here? It just. never. ends.

Happy Father's Day to all you Daddies, first timers and old timers. May your children sleep in and may you wake to the smell of fresh coffee and frying bacon.

Ambush Makeover

Ta-freakin'-da!

So what do you guys think? The grey-on-grey was really starting to get to me and the alternatives on Blogger were either equally grim or already taken by my blog buddies. When Holly re-animated her life with stunningly, retro, mid-century results, I decided it was time to take the plunge. Especially when I saw my new best friend's awesome rates.

I've been working with Cyn, the Nap Warden over at NW Designs to create my awesome new look. Okay, done with the hyperlinks. She could not have been easier to work with.

• When I said I liked apple green but not mint green, she knew what I meant.


• When I said I wanted something "different" but didn't know what, she gave me options.


• When I said I wanted to be 110 lbs driving around in a Benz convertible...well, there's only so much magic she can work.

So the boys and I are off to a beach/playdate so this is yet another drive by blog but please, kick off your shoes, wander around, make yourselves at home. There's iced tea in the fridge. I'll be back shortly.

Really Random Stuff

RC: Wow. Wow! WOW!

MM: What is it, buddy?

RC: Nothing, Mommy. I'm just wowing.

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Tired of Green Eggs and Ham? Try today's special:

Although it's one of the lesser known Seusses, this was the book that my 34-year-old brother LOVED when he was a kid. So much so that every member of my household had it memorized. I remember it fondly when I was an 8-year-old-girl reading it to my 3-year-old brother and I love it now that I'm a 39-year-old mom reading to my 3- and 5-year-old sons.

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I had a dream last night that I was late coming home because I was having a rendezvous with Sawyer from Lost. I did. not. want to wake up.

Why I Spell Kenmore with an F

Before:

After:

I can't even blame the boys for this one. Just really cheap parts.

Why I'm Going to Hell

The New Girl has been polling the blogosphere lately asking what we'd like to hear about. One recent post was Memories (no cheesy spelling here) in which she talks about those memories that are much more visceral than others; where you can really feel the emotions just as the events unfolded on the day they occurred. In one, TNG talks about not paying for the hot chocolate of a mentally challenged man who didn't have enough money to pay at a gourmet shop. It started me thinking about some of those not-so-proud moments from my past. Here's one.

We're in our late teens/early twenties returning from a midnight show in my friend, Joe's car. There were six of us slammed into his '79 Dodge Aspen, with three of my good-sized guy friends in the backseat. We're stopped at a red light when Buffalo Stance comes on the radio (yes, it's playing in the background right now) so we turn. it. up. and commence with the over-the-top singing and dancing. The guys in back start noticing how the car bounces when they slam into each other and gyrations continue.

As the light changes from red to green, we notice the car next to us, with a couple inside giving us the finger as they take off. WTF? Being a bunch of pseudo-adolescents, we goad Joe into following them to find out what the deal is. Please keep in mind that we're hardly a bunch of thugs. I mean, we all met at Catholic school for God's sake! We're just being absurd and want to find out why they gave us the finger.

We move from a pretty main road in our town to a more residential neighborhood. They definitely know we're following them. They make the fatal mistake of turning onto a dead end street and with that, the guy slams their car into park and jumps out of the car, intent on protecting his girlfriend.

Our boys get out of the car as well only to learn that…the couple is deaf. When we were dancing in the car, they thought we were making fun of them using sign language and flipped us off! They were scared to death.

For what it was worth, everyone (and by everyone, I mean the guys because thank GOD, my girlfriend and I had never gotten out of the car, so I was able to just slide under the dashboard and watch everything unfold) apologized and explained what we thought had occurred, and that of course they weren't planning to beat this couple up (Really! I mean it! We weren't those type of kids! Please don't judge me!). In the end, the guys shook hands and all was 'well.'

I'm pretty sure I went to church the next day. Doesn't matter, my elevator is still going down.

Thanks, TNG for helping me to dredge up that painful memory. Now I'm going to have to go to church again.