Monday, October 26, 2009

Let's Try This Again, Shall We?

Because I tend to do laundry at night, I nearly always go to bed with one load washing and another drying. Then when I get up in the morning I'm usually trying to be quiet, so I don't go in the laundry room unless I absolutely have to.

Then evening rolls around, I think something along the lines of "Hmm, I wonder where my new jeans are?" and I get smacked in the face with the realization that I've had a load of laundry sitting wet in the washing machine for somewhere around 20 hours. Eeew.

Usually I dump in more detergent, crank it on again, and rewash everything. Generally this works.

However, there are times that I've forgotten a load of laundry for longer. OR, that I leave a load of towels, which, for some reason, seem to hold smell more than regular clothes. OR, it's that time of summer when the water has that faint smell of algae, and the clothes never smell as fresh. That's bizarre I know, since I live in a city, but I notice it every me.

I have done all of those - forgotten towels, for a lengthy period of time, while the water was infested with algae stink...and in fact, have combined the three. And try as I might, I cannot get that mild stink out of those towels. I've slowly been tossing them out here and there, when I notice one smells particularly awful, or when the mood strikes me to pitch stuff, but still there were some hanging around.

Until yesterday.

Over the weekend I tried to do the same load of laundry three times. As in, forgot a big load of towels THREE times over the course of 48 hours. There's just no going back from that.

I informed the household that I wasn't even wasting the hydro to dry them and proceeded to put them all into a bag, carry the 47 pound mess of dripping wet cotton to the dumpster, and heave it in.

Then today I went and bought six enormous, fluffy, beautiful towels. Tonight I came home and threw them in the wash. So, we'll see how this goes...though, judging by the fact that I only remembered they were in the washer at all is because I decided to write this post, doesn't bode well for their life expectancy...

Monday, October 19, 2009

I Need My Teeth

I love people that try to make others feel better. I try to be one of those people. I joke and listen and buy little gifts and do what I can to cheer them up.

But you know when you have those days? Those times when you're just cranky? Or irritated? Or maybe somebody did something to you that is a big deal to you, but then you tell someone else what happened and they just kind of go "Yeah, well they weren't trying to hurt you, right?" or "Oh, it's fine. Why are you so upset?"

And you just want to yell "WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME BE *WHINY?"

*Insert word of your choice here - pouty, cranky, douchey, irritated, upset, etc.

Yeah, well I get that. It's friggin' irritating to have people try to smooth over my feelings. It kind of makes me want to kick them in the teeth. So from now on I'm going to give people a 10 minute grace period, where they can rant and rave and cry and pout, THEN I'll try to make it all better.

I think that's a good plan. I need my teeth.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Did you miss me? Yeah, I didn't think so. You must all be used to me updating at the speed of a narcoleptic turtle by now, right? Right.

So what's been going on? Well I'll tell you - it's been a whole lot of nothing. Except that it seems like I'm always busy. Weird right? Does that ever happen to anyone else? Seems like all you do is run like crazy, yet when you sit down to think about what you've been doing, you can't really think of anything?

Yesterday was Thanksgiving here in Canada. In a nutshell, here is what I'm thankful for: Ellery, my family, my friends, my health, love and second chances.

Ellery is growing like a weed! She's suddenly repeating every word, trying to recite the alphabet, trying to count to 10 (weird part is, she knows where to put the number 8 every time I count to her), using yes or no perfectly, showing signs that she may be ready to potty train sooner rather than later, and just generally being amazing. I cried today watching her, simply because I couldn't believe that she was mine. Love her.

I got a new tattoo just over two weeks ago now. It's bigger than the rest of the ones I have. It's two hibiscus flowers with a little E hidden in the vines on one side and her birth date written into the other side. I love it. And even though I'm 29, I still almost had a heart attack telling my mom. Her reaction was better than I expected - especially when I threw in that it was for Ellery - that won her over.
Tattoo about 2 minutes after it was finished. Three hours of needles. Not my favourite thing in the world.
In other news, check out that second pic! My hair is getting long!!

Otherwise...hmm, just working, painting pottery with Princess (which is for another post), playing with my camera, and um...that's about it.

This time I'm going to try really hard not to be such a slack ass with my blog. Remember those days when I used to post every single day?!?! That probably won't happen again, but about four times a week would be nice! Here's hoping!

Friday, October 02, 2009

You Should Be Doing That at Home

You know what I don't get?

People that do things in the car that are really meant to be done at home.

Wellllll, okay, so maybe there have been one or two times that I've done "something" in a car that was more appropriate for home...but um...yeah, we're not talking about me...ahem...

ANYway, I'm more referring to the people that are writing emails on their blackberry, smoking, talking on their phone and reaching to turn the music up, reading a book while they're at the wheel and that sort of thing.

But what irks me most is the broads that are applying their makeup in the car.

I mean, seriously, you couldn't have squeezed in an extra five minutes at home throwing on some foundation, dousing yourself in blush and putting on your mascara?

Are you really saving yourself a lot of time by trying not to poke yourself in the eye while you're putting on eyeliner in a 4 inch mirror at a red light?

Is that weak little interior light really the best lighting to be putting on eyeshadow evenly?

Are you certain you're not going to hit a pothole during your drive and cram half a tube of lipstick into your teeth?

When it comes down to it, I don't care if your vehicle makeup application ends with you looking like Tammy Faye Baker, but I do care if you rear-end me while curling your eyelashes.

So do us all a favour, and get up five minutes earlier tomorrow morning so you can do that at home.

*rant over