So yesterday I had the windows open in the house...glorious weather, just beautimous I tell you. This morning - snow. Evidently the weather patterns and my mind follow the same path of confusion. Pshh.
I cleaned out the girls room yesterday. No, no, please don't underestimate what an amazing accomplishment this is. Three teenage girls in one room. Seven, large trash bags of trash, 5 large bags of clothes to donate. One very happy, yet horribly loathed, Mama. Hehe... after they realized they could walk in their room the loathing fizzled out a bit.
Through this experience however, I now have a very deeply nestled fear of lunchboxes. Things were found that should have been sent to forensics for further investigation; possible radiation and or plague might have been spreading.
|Best part? While it appears to be a harry cupcake it has a produce sticker on it. I have no pride.|
No worries, the HazMat team has been called in, AKA Pidg, and items have been taken care of accordingly.
How did I let their room get so out of hand? I shut the door. Months of begging, bargaining and badgering and nothing. So I opened above mentioned door and was sucked in to a world I never desire to return to.
Now, with that off my back and a little (lottle) of Motrin in my system I'm back to the craft room. Not quite creating yet, still in the organization mode of it. As we all know organization is somewhat of an addiction for me even though I often blow the filing cabinet of my mind all to pieces with my easy distraction.
I like contradiction. I don't really have much of a choice.
So I wanted to start writing down the funnies that happen in my world again now that I'm home more. I say more because work is still a conundrum for me. I can't explain yet seeing as how I don't really know what's happening. And when I do find out what's happening I don't know what I will do in the end. Got it?
The other day we got into a conversation, Busy, Red, Moi and I, about chewing gum. Busy was informing us of the awful ingredients because she's as addicted to "How it's made" on her ipod as I am to run-on sentences.... Lil Red then says... "You can recycle gum you know?"
Me: "Really? Into what?"
Lil Red: "Tires... no really you can."
Moi: "Well you can recycle human skin into furniture too but no one really does that either.."
Which furthered our discussion into serial killers. Another uneventful day with the Pidglets.
Gosh I love being home again. Wicked sarcasm and a dry sense of humor are sure to heal me up this time.
Over and out,