So I have been pretty lazy about posting lately. The kids were involved in summer camps, and then my Aunt Pam and Grandma came to visit, so I've been somewhat busy. SO in order to regain the interest of my readers I thought I would make some PUBLIC CONFESSIONS. (drum roll...)
1. I tried out for a GAME SHOW. That's right- you read that right. I did. I tried out for Who wants to be a Millionaire Generations with my grandma and aunt in NYC. So, first, they have you wait outside while they check you in. Then they usher you into what looks like the lunchroom for the network employees and assign you a number and a seat and then hand out a test to each person. Then you have 10 minutes to answer 30 questions. So, can you answer these questions?
1. WW1 started when what country attacked Austria?
2. What does Fido mean in Latin?
3. Who is the head of the Democratic convention?
Just a little taste for you folks. My brain hasn't worked so hard in a long time. It was like going to the gym when your out of shape or trying to start a lawn mower when it's out of gas. Duhhhh. Not to mention all the pop culture and recent movie questions. Forget that. Who cares if Ellen Degeneris's dog died? ANYWAY, needless to say, I didn't pass the test and neither did my dear old grandma and Auntie, but we had fun trying. So what did I learn from this experience? Nothing. I just reaffirmed what I have always known... I stink at trivia.
2. I dream about MURDERING MICE. Hey, is it my fault they decided to move in? NO. But the thing is, I can't bring myself to buy traps. I dreamt the other night that I bought a trap and set it up in the kitchen and this cute little baby mouse went up to eat the peanut butter... and I ran up screaming "NOOOO!" and saved the poor vermin's life. But you know what folks, it has to be done. I am going to buy traps and let Sam wait for the "snap". He has already agreed to take care of the carcasses for me. Wish me luck.
3. This next one is pretty much like confessing I am not a real woman, but hey. I have a HOUSE CLEANER come in 2x a month and clean my toilets, mop my floors, and clean my bathtub. No lie folks. I know, I know. All of you are ashamed of me, I am just a big, fat lazy piece of poo. But, to my credit, my poor husband begged me... so I did him a favor and agreed. Is that so bad?
(boy these confessions are getting lame... let's think... something juicy... nothing coming.)
Well, I guess that's all my confessions for now. I guess the biggest confession of all is that this is all I have to confess about. Sorry my life isn't more exciting. I'll write about something mediocre again soon, I promise.
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I love number 3! Mike is pretty much to that begging point and I'm sure when we move in to the new house and acquire 1000 more square feet, it might not be long before I make the same confession. I can't wait to see you and yours in less than two weeks! Whoohoo!
I am just jealous! I think it is sooo awesome that you got to try out for millionare and I want someone to come help muck out my house!
No worries - we all know how wonderful you are, and if you want a house that is halfway decent - you gotta have help:) I may bring this up to my hubby, it would be $ well spent!
It has been nice. Jared really had to beg me-- I felt like if I got help I would admit that I was a failure or something. But I finally gave in and thought, what the heck have I been fighting him for all this time? Before I would just get everything picked up and then put off the deep cleaning for when I got a chance (which was never). Its nice that at least under all the clutter there is a clean floor. Money well spent for sure.
I hired cleaners after Lilly was born. I said, I'll just use them until....and I kept thinking of a timeline for when I would no longer need their services. Lilly turns 3 this fall and I still have them. Once you start there is no turning back. Don't feel guilty. It's the best money you'll ever spend.
Those were pretty good. Besides in order to keep my house decent I feel like I have to threaten the kids daily and turn into a task master. I hate it.
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