Saturday, November 21, 2009

Manic Make-Up Saturday!


I am once again at the mercy of trying to commandeer whatever computer comes my way during each sojourn, and this was my first chance to peck out your orders. You've got to get hopping!

As do I:


-Road trip laundry, sans dryer. Jealousss?

-Fix my bed, which got all fucked up with Vitamin Water, remotes, lap tops, crooked sheets, etc. Blech. No wonder I look and feel like Gary Busey today.

-Organize my organizer. (ie--christmas lists, to-dos, etc.)

-Scan some old pics and return originals to my cousin in S.C., who entrusted me with them, and possibly work on a collage, a.k.a. spend $498534585 at Craft Warehouse.

-Mani/pedi.

-Clean my living quarters, even if just for a few days.

-Send updated chore list to Todd for the kids, his royal highnesses, and make sure they have enough worksheets until I return.

-DO NOT eat anything acidic.

-Thank god for coffee.


Ready?

-Rejoice in your washer and dryer and keep them busy busy busy! My clothes will be hanging to dry which means I will be naked underneath a borrowed Snuggie for an unspecified period of time.

-Clean your entryway, meaning sweep, mop, wipe walls, and doorknobs, that Swine Flu shit is persistent!

-Strip/re-sheet/re-make beds.

-Vacuum

-Tidy up living room by removing hings such as patio furniture, AC adapters that are so fucking heavy a two year old can break your ankle by swinging it, as his parents laugh. Fold and/or wash them if need be, and it bes. We let blankets go far too long without a trip through the old agitator.

-Wipe your kitchen down as if your new televised cooking show was airing in an hour. May as well cook too then.

-Make a list of things which will have to wait on Monday, but must be done Monday.

-Post some of your favourite Thanksgiving memories/traditions, please.

-Post five things for which you are grateful in spite of the house never feeling done.

I'll start:

-The health and wellness of my children, always number one, always.

-Friends who blow my mind.

-Things turning out to be less expensive than planned.

-Starbucks.

-Humour, and the fact that people know better than to be some shaman with me.

2 comments:

  1. Harold. The H stands for Harold. See

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesus_H._Christ


    Etymology:
    The expression dates to at least the late 19th century, although according to Mark Twain it was already old in 1850.[2]

    Using the name of Jesus Christ as an oath has been common for many centuries, but the precise origins of the letter H in the expression Jesus H. Christ are obscure. While many explanations have been proposed, some serious and many humorous, the most widely accepted derivation is from the divine monogram of Christian symbolism. The symbol, derived from the first three letters of the Greek name of Jesus (Ιησούς), is transliterated IHS, IHC, JHS or JHC. Since the transliteration IHS gave rise to the backronym Iesus Hominum Salvator (Latin for "Jesus savior of men"), it is plausible that JHC similarly led to Jesus Harold Christ. (Smith 1994, pp. 332-3) - harold coming from the the mispronunciation of the word "hallowed" of the Lords prayer - "Our father who art in heaven Harold be thy name"

    What to clean? Damn. It's Saturday. I'll clean my mind, though nowhere near the standards that some (not here) would have me do.

    If I'm babbling and not making much Moxie sense, blame the fruitcake.

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  2. Anonymous--All that talk about Jesus, your mind is sure to be cleansed, damn.

    You never make any kind of sense, I'm used to it. No more air filters and toothpaste tube. Clean your effing house, withhold books if you have to.

    Fruitcake.


    I discovered the mental orgasm of having a laptop in bed while someone else does my laundry. I might be ditching this cleaning thing in favour of my new calling, sloth. Reading about the Kennedys, split infinitives, and Daschsunds in my underwear with Khloe getting married for the eighth time in the background and Straight From New York and Bailey's? OMG I did make it to heaven!

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