Just another day at the office...

I actually don't mind doing this.  You will notice that I keep my cell phone, the house phone and the remote control handy.  Might as well make it a happy time where you don't have to get up unless you have to pee.  Just for the record - - I particularly love washing and folding the loads of whites.  The bleach smell.  The Gain.  It really makes me happy.  I'm smiling now because there's a load about to finish in the dryer.  Whites.

By the way - - I am one of those weird-o's who can fold a fitted sheet.  I've perfected it.  That makes me smile, too.  My grandmother would have been so proud of me.

I don't match Mr. B's socks though.  I just pile 'em up.  He doesn't care.  I did finally start turning his shirts right side out and not folding them inside out.  I figured he could do without that little bit of passive-aggressiveness on my part.  What can I say?  I'm just nice that way.  It was fun for a while.  Now it just makes me seem mean.

Does my life make you sad?

It shouldn't.  I'm tickled.  Tickled white.

Silly Bands

Chances are, if you have children, nieces, nephews, grandchildren or teach - - you've seen these.  At first, I thought they were cute.  I bought the kids five packages of them.  Big mistake.  Huge.  I've learned the following about silly bands.

1.  They aren't particularly that silly.
2.  Apparently they cause "distractions" at school.  I'm surprised that a letter hasn't been sent home yet banning them.
3.  They seem a little snug on Justin's arm.
4.  The more the merrier.  Whatever...
5.  When I made Cameron take ALL of them off prior to getting in the shower tonight, he found an alternate location for one of them.  He proudly marched his nakey self into the living room to show his daddy.  Yeah.  You can imagine.  I can't post a picture of that.

I hope I don't "accidentally" cut all of those things in half tonight.  I might spare one or two, purely out of pity for my youngest.  He's not wearing them to school again.  I didn't know he had so many up there.  Not until he came home with a crap load of them in a baggy in his backpack.  I'm thinking they were taken away from them.  Oops!

Silly bands.  Why didn't I think of that.  Some dork is rich off of shaping a stupid rubber band.  I wish my brain would tell me things the way Cameron's tells him.

Random Pictures and the Stories Behind Them

I have been just a little stressed out lately.  Nothing major.  Well, kind of major.  But, not unmanageable.  I tried to find some comic relief in the little things today.  I have pictures of some.  Others - - just stories.  So sit back, relax and make sure your mouth is free of liquids.  I don't want to be responsible for anyone frying their keyboard.

This was on a Cadillac in the Wal-Mart parking lot the other day.  For real.  "I believe I can fly..."

I went by Mr. B's office yesterday.  That place was a pig sty.  For someone so particular about the cleanliness of the house - - I was SHOCKED to see how disgusting his office was.  Okay, first of all, let me say that he is in a separate office from the rest of his company.  He is a software developer and needs to be left alone to get work done.  If he's surrounded by tech support or sales people, he can't get anything done.  Anyway, his office doesn't have a kitchen in it.  And instead of taking bowls and stuff with leftovers in it to the bathroom to rinse them out, he opts for leaving them with the lid on, sealed up tight, in his office.  For days.  Sometimes weeks.  Sometimes longer.  He told me he cleaned his office today.  About time.  Except - - this is what he brought home.  And this was his solution.

Yeah.  That was mold.  And lots of it.  Lots of stank, too.  I was horrified.  He thought it could soak in the sink.  I thought this would be a better option:

Often referred to as File 13.  Gross.  Disposable bowl filled with mold.  Get that funk out of my kitchen sink.

After school today, the kids wanted to go by Mr. B's work and say, "hi."  So we called and there was no answer.  We were already by there, so the kids saw his truck.  I figured he was out walking.  (He walks nearly every day.  Such discipline.)  I told them that Daddy was probably busy and we'd just see him after work.  Cameron said, "No, I don't think he's busy.  I think that he is with naked girls."

WHAT?

He went on to say, "Yeah, he's with naked girls.  He's probably kissing their boobies and messing with them."

WHAT?

I said, "CAMERON!  Where would you get that idea?"  He said his brain told him that.

His brain told him.  His five year old brain thinks Daddy goes to work every day and plays with boobs.  Nice.

Mr. B thought it was funny.  What won't be funny is when he tells his Sunday School teacher that.  That should be a real "hoot."  (Heh.  Play on words.  Hoot.  Hooter.  Boobs.  I digress.)

Then there was Moe.  I love capturing pictures of him yawning.  He always looks like he's hissing.  This picture is no exception.

When I went out to my car to get my camera, I saw this:

I would have looked for those forever.  I got tired of wearing them while I was waiting for the boys to get out of school.  I'm all about comfort.  The feet and the sisters weren't meant to be caged.  I'm just sayin'.

I think that's plenty for now.  Have a very happy Friday!!

Just - - wrong.

Have you ever had a day just start out wrong?  That was today for me.  I don't like it when my kids leave the house upset or angry with me.  It's just unsettling.

Lots of things in my life have been unsettling lately.

I know what it means.  It's time to make some serious life changes.  I need to re-think a lot of different things right now.  My actions haven't reflected what I know my priorities should be.  Time to make that change.  Shannon always said, "Calm = Happy."  I believe this.  Time to embrace the calm.  Time to make some tough decisions.  Time to - - move on...

Finished The Hunger Game Series

I really, really enjoyed it.

As expected - - now I am sad.  I miss it.  I always hate for books to end.  I want to stay involved with the characters.  I always hate the last page.  I read it slowly.  Then I nearly cry because it's over.  Is that weird?  It's fiction.

I need a new series.

I have several books on my Kindle now that I could easily read.  Several classics I've never read.  The Scarlet Letter, Pride and Prejudice, etc.  I don't know what to read next.

Any suggestions?  Keep in mind - - I like easy, somewhat mindless stuff.  For the most part.  Maybe that's why I  liked the Twilight series.  Easy reading.  Easy story to follow.  Stupid.  But easy.  And why must I have easy?  It's the only thing that manages to keep my attention.  Do you know how shallow and petty I feel just typing that out?  I need young adult/youth fiction to keep my attention.   Nothing heavy.  That's just - - sad.

And do not say Harry Potter.  I don't know why but I'm not even remotely interested in that series.

Anyone read the Patterson number series?  1st to Die.

My only other requirement in reading is that it be nothing of Nicholas Sparks.  His sap is crap.  And repetitive.  And did I mention, crap?

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Decisions, decisions.

Me

Could someone please help me find the sunshine and rainbows?

Enough is enough.

Public wedgies

I hate it when my underwear takes a road trip to my crack.  In public.  There's no easy way to dig it out and go unnoticed.  It takes super human abilities to do this discreetly.  You can do the lunge walk thingy - - but that usually causes the other side to slide on up into never-never land.  And let's be honest.  Who are we fooling?  We all know that you have a wedge.  Can we just all agree that quick, somewhat discreet wedgie removal is okay?

Alright.  It's not possible.

But I'll tell you this.  I'm not a thong girl.  If my underwear creeps into my crack - - I'm digging it out.  I don't care if I end up on people of Wal-Mart.  Just expect it.  I'll *try* to be discreet.  But if it's crawling - - I'm fixing.

We good?

College Football

I don't think I'll ever fully understand some of this rivalry.  Frankly, I find that it brings out the worst in most people.  I understand rivalry.  Just not obnoxious rivalry.

Take OU/UT.  Give. Me. A. Break.  It annoys me.  Obnoxious fans of any sport annoy me.

What the heck does "boomer" mean anyway?  Boomer Sooner?  Uh, okay.

I can be a pretty obnoxious person.  I just find this level of sports obnoxious-ness quite stupid.  I might have to stay off of Facebook until the game is well over.  I'm so ready for the "Red River Shootout" to be done with already.

Blah, blah, blah...

My Morning.

It is 52 degrees outside.  I'm about to go pour my second cup of coffee and read a little before I get to work on the laundry.  I love these cool fronts.  I'll have to cave later today.  It will be 86.  I'm going to have to close the windows and turn the a/c back on.  It will be nice for the morning though.

Hmmmmmm.  I wonder which movie I ought to watch while I fold clothes today.

Time to go - - my cup is empty.  We can't have that.

Randomness

It's been nice enough to leave the windows open all day.  Right now, it's ideal.  The only problem is noise.  And an abundance of it.  Our neighbors have THE loudest air conditioner.  Ever.  Mr. B has casually mentioned this to them on several occasions.  They said they've had it looked at and it's fine.

It's loud and it drives me crazy.  I'm trying to save money over here by leaving my windows open.

I wonder if they ever open their windows.  I don't think they do.  I wish they would.

Semi-okay day today.  If you discount the cat pee.  One of our females sprayed in Justin's room.  I've spent most of the day with the steam cleaner.  Good times.

Oh - - and Cameron got yellow today.  Apparently he and his little "girlfriend" were having issues talking.  Turd.  I officially declare their "relationship" over.  I am breaking things off for him.  So there.

My desk is messy.  I should clean it.

I'm thirsty.  I'm thinking pink lemonade mixed with diet 7-up.  Mmmmm. Refreshing.  Maybe even a  splash of something else to give it some zing.  *grin*

Justin won't stay in his bed.  He's really testing my patience.

I have another entry I'm going to do later about Mr. B's gas.  Have mercy.  I barely survived yesterday.  I nearly left and got a hotel.  I'll give you the lowdown another time.

That is all.  I gotta go shave my legs.  *wink, wink*  (Did I just over share?  Sorry.  It's just that the neighbor's a/c is really loud.)

Who was that?

Did any of you read that post below?  That's what happens when you panic and let the frustration of life get the better of you.

Don't get me wrong.  The Bray household is in dire need of some changes.  And I plan on implementing them.

I just didn't want everyone to think that I've absolutely lost my mind.  I promise I'm okay.

I'm going to go DVR Survivor, watch later when I can skip over the commercials and just CHILL OUT.

I'm pretty sure I have my idea for my next article now.  I'm going to outline it and write it tomorrow.  B is about to hop on her soapbox!

Love you all!  Thanks.