Husband is nagging me to finish furniture re-finishing project in the garage. Um, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW PROJECTS WORK?
— Deb (@NotInadequate) July 27, 2013
Being paleo is a slap in the face to cavepeople. They would have killed for a bowl lucky charms. — Honest Toddler (@HonestToddler) July 27, 2013
I do not know what in our shared history makes you think I am interested in ESPN’s Top Sports Moments, Amazon, but I most assuredly am not. — Deb (@NotInadequate) July 28, 2013
Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston are going to be in the same city at the same time! What should we do? What should we do? WHAT SHOULD WE DOOO?
— Deb (@NotInadequate) July 28, 2013
Supposed to meet potential homeschooler tomorrow at splash park. Top news story tonight: THERE ARE BRAIN EATING PARASITES AT SPLASH PARKS.
— Deb (@NotInadequate) July 29, 2013
Asked hubby for some of his chocolate stash. Reply: “I said I loved you, I didn’t say I would give you a kidney.”
— Deb (@NotInadequate) August 22, 2013
To my Twitter followers who are seeing this awesomeness again – you’re welcome
• Due to a virtual cacophony, practically, of people wondering if I’m still out there, wherein cacophony equals two, I decided I should make an appearance and see if any words come out. I have been having a bit of writer’s block, wherein block equals overwhelmed by life.
• What is overwhelming, you ask? (or maybe you don’t, whatevs) Just everything. My mind is a never-ending whirl of to-do lists alternating with feelings of failure. I don’t know where the summer went. Did I do art every week with the kids? No. Did I teach myself to sew? No. Did I do scrapbooking, or take a photoshop class or learn to make tortillas? No, No, and No. I want Fall to feel like a clean slate, but it mostly feels like continuing to barely keep afloat on all my regular duties but adding in 6 hours of school every day. Plus also we are starting Latin this year and I am muy afraid.
• Speaking of school, we started today, bright and early at 8:30 am. Big has been doing the same 8 math problems for 2 hours, and he also has managed to have three, count ’em THREEEEEE, full on crying melt-downs already because the Meanest Mom in the West insinuated that he needed to
pull his head out of his butt and get with it try a wee bit harder to focus. I have a new plan for him this year, mostly being that he needs to learn that procrastinating and complaining doesn’t get the work done; if he has to do school until 8pm every night to figure that out, then so be it. I see many Growth Opportunities in his future. Poor guy. Unrelated: I am considering taking up daytime drinking (not really) (but maybe).
• I did manage to shop for an early Christmas present and scored these super awesome salt & pepper shakers for my sister –
If you don’t think those are the Best Thing Ever, well, I pity you.
• Happy Monday, y’all! Happy Back to School! Happy, Happy, Happy!
I was debating whether or not to even post today, but then I saw this on Pinterest:
How to fold.
I just… I can’t… I mean, why? WHY? Why do you need to do that?
First of all, I don’t get (and I realize I am probably in the minority on this, so I have braced myself for the outrage) why people keep those stupid bags. WHY.
I know people use them in their bathroom trash cans. But do you know how much a roll of bathroom-sized trash bags costs? A dollar. A dollar for a neat little bundle of trash bags that will last forever and will not multiply into a giant flapping organism attacking me every time I open the cabinet door under the sink. A DOLLAR.
Secondly, even if I DID decide for some bizarre reason to keep shopping bags (like if we get a dog and I need to pick up his poo, which will never happen because a) dogs and b) poo), I would certainly not have time to FOLD THEM into tiny little folded flag shapes. I can barely find the time to take a shower once in a while, never mind fold a bunch of stupid little bags every time I get home from WalMart. How does that work, anyway? Do you fold them every time you get home? Or do you have a box of them that you keep in a cupboard for the day the urge to fold something, anything, strikes? If I had nothing better to do than watch soap operas and eat bon-bons, I can virtually guarantee I would never be so bored as to resort plastic shopping bag origami.
And don’t start in on me about recycling. Even if you DO use them as trash bags, they STILL get thrown away. So it’s not really recycling, it’s more like delaying the inevitable. Stuffing a shopping bag with used kleenexes does not mean it won’t eventually find it’s way to the sea, where it will immediately attempt to strangle a pelican.
If you really cared about pelicans, you’d make Shopping Bag Dresses
So. There you go. Random Rant, courtesy of the Callous, Unfeeling, Pelican-Hating, Grouchy Lady at Not Inadequate.
**apologies to the shopping bag folders; probably this whole post was generated out a deep seated envy of those more organized than I.
That chicken is kinda cute…