Oh God I've been Tagged!

Trish from the coffee house has tagged me. Ugh. 7 wonderful things about my self? Heck, I'd go for 7 mediocre things.

Before I get to that let me spew a moment.

I can't seem to do the laundry. I can wash it but it piles up on the 'laundry folding table' in monstrous heaps. One must dig for underwear each day.

So DH wants to hire a laundry gal. Why oh why am I so darn opposed to it? Is it that I fear the microscopic look into my dingy life? All pretense of perfectness (oh, excuse me, my family just died laughing) exposed? The thought of someone -- a stranger-- coming into my home and examining my laundry sends me into fits of sweat and palpatations. So what's the deal? Ugh. A friend Sarah says that allowing someone in to do it--a person who not only loves to do laundry but really needs the money--would delight in seeing that behind these doors, within these hallowed halls, chaos reigns. I think not. Don't they say that Stress ages you?

Oh, so I guess that's #1!


#2) I like it when my DH travels. Not too often. But once in a while I like to sleep with the window open (can't because of his allergies) and to not worry if I let dishes sit for a day or so... (did I mention he's a neat freak?)

3) I believe my husband is the most interesting person I've ever met. And sometimes the most aggravating.

4) I still think I'm 17. Or maybe I can't get past 17... Or maybe it's 19 -- the age I was when my mother died. But none the less I feel like I'm sometimes emotionally stunted. I dwell on the past just a wee bit too much.

5) I'm a klutz. An athletic klutz, but a klutz just the same. If there is something to trip on I will. I fell in the street on my face in 2002. Middle of the day, broad daylight. Boom. Down down down until I miraculously caught myself with my CHIN! Yup, 17 stitches on the OUTSIDE. I don't know how many on the inside. Thankfully I didn't break any teeth or my jaw.

6) I love to travel but I also love to come home. I'd like to see Iceland in the summer. I'd like to see the Greek Isles. I'd like to see New Zealand and Australia. I'd like to see..... well, you get it. But when travel is done there is nothing like my own bed.

7) I have a weird ability to remember numbers--mostly phone numbers. Sadly this does not translate into balancing a checkbook. Can't do it, wouldn't be prudent. Ick.

So, a peek into the life of the Just Prime blogger.

Not ready for teen-age-angst

So my 15 year old niece is living with us until Friday. That'll have been 2 weeks. Ugh.

My sister asked me to take her so my sister could have a break from her daughter. I of course said yes and thought that it was really my niece who needed a break from her crazy mom.

Boy was I wrong.

I have afforded her all sorts of freedoms, liberties and trust. And all she really wants to do is crap all over me.

Like last night. I gave her permission to hang with her friends at Amy's house. When I called Amy to reach Niece, I was told that she wasn't there and that niece was with another friend. This is 10:30 p.m. I was furious that she lied about where she was going to be.
And to top it off, she didn't even have the consideration to apologize to me for lying. In fact she wouldn't even speak in the car when I picked her up. I drove 20 blocks before I told her that I expected an apology.

Friday can't come soon enough.

Bone-head

There are certain things we learn as a child. Trial and error is the best teacher.

Don't put a flathead screwdriver into an electrical socket (even IF it DOES look like the perfect fit!).

Don't try to move and get your shoes after you've dropped a glass on the floor and you are barefoot. Have someone bring you your shoes.

Steam burns if you open the pot lit towards your face.

Close cupboards or you might bend over to pick something up and stand up -- ramming the corner of the cupboard door into your noggin.

But the most stupid thing we do and learn from... licking a metal pole in the winter.... One would think that would stay with us. After a plethora of bloody lips and tongues you would think licking cold metal would be something we would know to avoid.

Hah!

Dear Niece15 who is living with us left the ice cream scoop in the ice cream tub in the freezer. After scooping Gecko some nice vanilla I decided to lick the scoop. DUH! Not only did it stick to my lips, but I forgot the number one rule... DON'T PULL! Rinse with warm water first. But NOOOOO. I had to pull it off. Memories of cold Minnesota winters abounded as I held paper towels to my bloody lips. What a moronic and bone-headed move.

Now the lips have a sore that I keep bothering with my tongue and teeth.

Beware the ice of July.