I've hit a nerve!

Well, it seems I hit a nerve with my last entry on laundry. Apparently, someone with no sense of humor whatsoever came across my site and was offended by "my" laziness! Who knew? I guess this person is the only person on earth who actually enjoys doing laundry. I wasn't aware there were people like that in existence. But, hey I'm the first to admit when I'm wrong. So, please accept my deepest apologies that we don't share the same hobbies. I guess I'm just one of those "sissie" mothers that would rather being spending some time playing and interacting with my kids than cleaning their "wrinkle free" clothes. Call me crazy! If only I were a mother back in the day when mothering 3 children was so much harder than today. I'm sure I would have been a better and more capable mother back in the 50's when the kids were all walking around in hand-washed clothes and totally oblivious to the fact that the "Golden Arches" were really gold and not gray like on t.v. I mean truly, I could have been loved so much more by my children if they would have seen me make that bread from scratch rather than pop open that can of crescent rolls. I guess I need to get my priorities straight. What was I thinking by spending all that time with them playing playdoh and building that sheet fort in the living room. I should have been downstairs in the basement ironing all their clothes. I guess now I know what makes a mother truly great. Thanks for the lesson, random blogger! That's all for tonight. I need to go turn on my "crock pot" and "dishwasher" before I go get in bed. I have a long day tomorrow. I mean with my "power-steering" broken in my car it's gonna make my morning commute to church a difficult one. Not to mention the fact that I have to drop my kids off at one of those "hourly daycares" while I go get my hair and nails done. There is just not enough time for me!

Laundry, Smaundry!

I don't know about y'all but if there is something I hate to do with a passion it would have to be LAUNDRY!!! It is not so much the initial "putting in" of the laundry so much as it is the "folding" and "putting away" of the laundry. I think it all started years ago when I was a young girl just wanting to have a normal fun middle school to highschool life. Instead, I was used for "laundry" labor in my own house. While the other kids in the neighborhood were out riding there bikes and enjoying life, I was locked in the laundry room wiping sweat from my little 12 year old brow! As if it wasn't harsh enough to fold my older brothers "tighty whities", I had to also put them away for him. Apparently, he didn't have capable enough arms to do this minor task. I wasted away a good 7 years of my childhood life folding clothes. Some would say it was a good "learning experience" and that it "builds character", but I have to say it has only made me hate it even more now that I'm a wife and a mother of three. Can I get an "Amen"? I wonder if my mother and father truly know how much they have ruined my chances of providing clean clothes for my family. I can't ever seem to stay on top of the laundry around my house. As soon as I think I'm done I look over only to see another "evil" bag of grossly-stained clothes staring at me from the corner. I don't know if y'all do this, but I inspect my children's clothing every night hoping that whatever they wore for that day can make it past the "stain free" and "smells ok" test so that I won't have to toss it onto the ever so large mountain of clothing sitting in the corner. The girls are constantly asking me, "Mom, is this clean enough to wear again?" See, even they know the drill. I do however realize that my mother must have had these same feelings when I was a child, because now I find myself already training my kids on how to fold socks and towels. I just can't wait until they get a few years older so I can pass the horrible "laundry torch" over to them!

I've got nothin'!

I've been sitting here for the past hour trying to think of something interesting to talk about, and I've got nothin'! Pretty sad. I mean, here I am, the one that has been pushing all my friends and family to get on the "blog" train and I can't even come up with one little entry. Part of my problem is my competition. I mean how can I compete with a pickle and a nut? I've been accused of being "selfish" today because I had some nice mother-daughter time with my poor middle child. Apparently, the punishment for that is to be "pickle-punched" in the colon. What did I ever do to the pickle population. I like pickles! Well, maybe not all pickles. I've never really enjoyed sweet pickles or those weird "bread and butter" pickles. What does that mean anyway? Bread and butter? As far as I know they don't have bread or butter in them. Hmm! I'll have to read up on that. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, the pickle population. Well, I guess I could be accused of being a "pickle racist" because I am partial to the dills. I certainly never meant to upset any pickles, "dill" or "sweet". My deepest apologies. I just hope the pickle that took such an offense to the sweet moment with my child will find it in his little "pickle" heart to forgive me. Please don't shun me from "The Pickle Jar".

I'm officially hooked!

Oh, my gosh! Why didn't anyone tell me how completely addicting this blog stuff is! I can't get enough of it. For the past two days my poor kids have only seen me from the neck down, because my head has been stuck behind this stupid laptop. I find myself checking my "comments" every hour just to see if I have any new ones to read. So far I have convinced three people to start their own blog and I'm so excited to have the company. If you notice I have their links already posted because like I said, I'm obsessed! I've got to find a way to be a little more calm and collected. If Jimmy tries to show me how to fix something on my blog I get all crazy and weird. Last night he was trying to show me how to delete comments when something went weird on my blog page and I just about flipped out. He just looked at me like I was insane. I think I am! What has happened to me? Is anyone else as addicted as me?

Where are all my "bloggy" friends?

What is up with everyone? Can you not take a hint? I still don't have any "blog" buddies! It's lonely out here in "blog" land without y'all. I do appreciate the comments, even though some of them are only to make fun of my favorite tv shows (Jeffrey)! If you want an opinion you have to create your own blog. Anyway, I'm desperate. I need companionship! Please!

The Magic of DVR

I was introduced to the magic of the DVR last summer after coming home from a two week trip to Louisiana. My husband purchased this electronic marvel while I was away. I guess he got bored! Thank God for boredom! It has been 8 months since I started using it and I am still in awe. I don't know how I got along without it. What a horrible life I must have had before. Commercial packed shows, recording and re-recording over old VHS tapes, missing crucial plots of "My Name is Earl" episodes, etc... Those of you who have the DVR know all too well what I'm talking about. Those of you without it I just feel plain sorry for you. The relationship I have developed with my precious DVR is a special one. Every night after the kids are bathed and in bed, the dishes are clean in the kitchen and it is time for total relaxation I press that wonderful button at the top of my remote to see what my "buddy" has recorded for me for the day. I can't seem to describe in words the feeling that comes over me when I see that I have 3-4 hours of great T.V. right there just waiting for me to hit "play". Ahh! Life is good! The only problem I have from this point on is deciding whether or not to watch "Related" (the best show on t.v.), "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" (very close to my heart), or my Thursday night ensemble, "Four Kings", "My Name is Earl", "The Office", and "ER". I have gotten so spoiled! I find it almost excruciating to have to suffer through the "live" episodes now. What has come over me? I'm a DVR junkie! It is the best thing that could have happened to this busy mother of three. What are you waiting for? Go get yours today.