the kids are in school! (Yeah, right!)
Still Losing My Mind
With the Christmas decorations down and put away my house is spacious once again. Except now it looks boring because I boxed up “regular” house decorations when I put out the Christmas stuff and now I can’t find the boxes. Some of my walls are now completely bare.
I still need to take down the outside decorations but it’s raining so I won’t be doing that today. My house and yard were a huge OSHA violation though out the holiday. Extension cords daisy chained together with a cord across the sidewalk where someone could trip, a mass of tangled cords under the tree and various other infractions that would have gotten me a “write-up” or a good “talking to” in the past.
Yesterday I cleaned out the kitchen cabinets, out with the old and in with the new. In a former life I had the title of: Slot Master. Not many job descriptions these days have the word “master” in them. It sounds like a
professional gambler at a casino but it’s not quite that fun. In a nut shell I was responsible for the locations in a warehouse. I had to make sure every item fit by determining the cubic dimensions of the items and then looking at reports to see the fastest or slowest moving items and then to find a spot that was
appropriate for the path the fillers took.
Slotting has now become an everyday way of life for me and cleaning out the cabinets allowed me to use all of my former skills. My expiration dates have been checked, my most frequently used items are to the
front and the items I don’t use much have been moved to the back. One a slot master, always a slot master! I’m just happy I wasn’t dealing with “skunk scent”or ammunition!
After I dropped my niece off at my sisters yesterday I received a phone call. My sister wanted to know why her daughter was allowed to look at pictures of a naked woman while at my house. My niece had
described to her a naked girl where you could paint on her back and butt. She claimed she saw it in my husband’s book.
It took me a minute but then I realized she was referring to a picture she saw in a “Ripley’s Believe It or Not” book that my husband got for Christmas. An artist painted a picture of a tiger on a woman’s back and butt. I explained that that the book is totally rated “G” and we both laughed about it.
At our house Friday’s are donut days. During the week we have waffles, pancakes, fruit, sausage, toast or cereal. But this week I failed to buy donuts and now my children are claiming their lives will be forever ruined because of me. So now they are trying to convince me to let them stay in the car in their pajamas while I run into the gas-station to get some. This sounds completely crazy but I think we will do it. Crazy is a way of life around here some days. And who knows, maybe I can do some editing while they are eating their donuts.
Have a wonderful day passengers. Only 2 days left to do all the stupid things you want to get out of your systems before 2012 comes knocking on our door. Leave 2011 with no regrets. If you have something to say to someone, say it. If there is something you need to do, do it.