While You Camp, Both Racks are Mine Pal-Scrolling Saturday

Scrolling Saturday began as a way to introduce older posts that flew under the radar -- you know, posts you wrote when only your mother was reading your blog. I'm using it as a chance to dust off an old post so that I can clean up my house (or catch up on responding to comments-- whichever takes priority)

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Monday, May 19, 2008

My Towel is Purple

We're saving the planet.
One measly laundry load at a time.

I do not wash towels with every use-- what's the point? If you've done the job correctly in the shower or the bath, you're going to rub that soft, fluffy fabric all over your clean body, right? Hung properly, said towel dries quickly and no bacteria grows, so why can't you use it again?
My sentiments exactly (and for those of you panicking and scrolling to the header, you did not accidently click on the Bonbons blog).

We all use our towels for a few days, and then they go into the wash and are replaced by new towels.
My towel is a dark rich purple. Always has been. Well, for the last three years, anyway.
However, since we moved into this house, my towel has been wet.

I get up in the morning, and my towel is wet.
I go to bed at night, my towel is still wet.
What the heck? Is it more humid here, 6 miles from our old home?

So yesterday, I pull out all of the towels from our en suite. I put a new purple towel in there and begin washing the others.
I told the Hubby that he'd need to grab a towel before he showered because I had removed the ones in the bathroom for washing. When I went in a little later, after his shower, there were no new towels and the purple one was... WET.

Well, that's almost comparable to using my toothbrush as far as I'm concerned.

The war was on.

"My towel is the purple one. Why are you using my towel?! Your towel is tan. Your towel is sometimes green, but MY towel is and has always been the purple one!"

"But it was on my towel rack".

He has a towel rack? Who assigned towel racks? In a bathroom with two racks, each holding a tan/purple combination, he assumed one rack was his and one was mine?

Men. He's got some serious issues to work through...

Tippi Hedren, I am Not

Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

There's something great about living in a house full of testosterone.

Truly, there is and when I discover what it is I'll let you know.

Since we've been holding our barf-a-thon (clear today, thank you very much), I haven't been out taking a lot of photos. So for your viewing pleasure, I've reached into my folders for something of importance.

I remember this day.
I remember having a lie in.
Gosh, it must've been 8 o'clock or so when my family thought I should not miss the great event happening in our garden.



A Goshawk took down a bird and was ripping it to shreds right on our front lawn.
Cooool.

What can I say, a photo op is a photo op, no matter how disgusting.

'Tis But A Flesh Wound

Like a child pretending to be brave, skittering up to take aim with the stone he hopes will knock the goliath out-yet poised ready to bolt regardless whether or not it hits his mark, I say,

"HAH! Is that the best you can do?!"

In two weeks I've washed every piece of bedding we own. My eye began twitching, our home (we're renting) became threatened with repossession. It took Hubby six days to travel to his new location, only to find he doesn't have access to a phone or wireless connection like he has in spoiled days gone past. The flu ravaged our home and my nerves. I finally got my hot water straightened out, only to have the faucet in the kitchen break. When the children came down the drive shouting "A1 threw up on the bus!" I crumbled into a little heap in the carport and cried the last of my rage at a stroller with two flat tires.

But I say, "Hah!"
I laugh in the face of adversity.
I mock you, purveyor of crappy days, because last time the Hubby left, my eyebrows fell out-- THIS, is piddle compared to that.

So some of you are shaking your heads wondering why I would tempt fate. Because I've gone completely insane, that's why.

What I have learned from this experience is:

• As a renter, I have to pay a small fortune for a Letting Agency to pull up every file that has ever been written about me. I have to deposit my life savings and one small child into a secured account to cover any discrepancies of my character that may show later while leasing a property. But the landlord doesn't have to prove anything. He could be facing bankruptcy of the house he is happily handing you the keys to and no one will know until the damage is done.

• Even clear foods and fluids should not enter a body until it has purged everything.

• Raging at the Hubby only makes you feel better for a little while. Soon every awful thought enters your head and you know that there will be a knock on your door by some sad-faced uniformed gentlemen and you'll be thinking of your last words: "Maybe if you had spent less time going to football games and fixed the stroller tires before you left, I wouldn't be trying to transport a sick baby to and from the bus stop wearing a rain poncho to keep the barf off of me".

So yes, I have no hot water in my kitchen sink- a little bit of a problem when trying to eradicate the flu bugs.
I am impatiently waiting for a court date to come so that I will know whether or not I can finish putting a house in order.
Miss Ky is happily eating everything she can reach-- which is everything since she is an excellent climber.
Despite a rocky start to A1's bout of flu (bus incident and then all over his bed), he has been the easiest to care for thus far.

Most importantly...

Did you ever read The Motel of the Mysteries?

A UFO was spotted over Norfolk England today. The unidentified object appeared sometime around 8.30 this morning and has been hovering in the sky since. It has slowly changed position in the sky, but for the most part has just hovered over the fields.
The light it emits is very bright-- bright enough to be seen in the day, so I can't get a very good picture of it. It's kind of scary, but at the same time,
it almost causes a kind of euphoria... enough to make someone mock adversity.


If you click on this photo, you can see it there-- sneaking behind that cloud.

Miss Ky while traveling in the car started shouting, "Moon! Moon!"

Poor child. Her two years in England this occasion has occurred so rarely, she doesn't even know what to call it. "No sweetie, that's the SUN, now quit staring at it".

One Speaketh Too Sooneth

That face?

The technicolored one...



Is currently planted in the bucket.
One of the many placed throughout the kingdom of Pukefest.

Since this appears to be the 2009 theme for this blog, I need to know which term you're most comfortable with:

• Puke
• Vomit
• Barf
• Boot
• Hurl
• Ralph
• Spew
• Heave
• Toss
• Blow Chunks
• Chuck
• CallRalphOnBigWhitePhone
• York
• Shout Europe at the sink
• Pray to the Porcelain god
• Kohler Cough
• Driving the white porcelain bus, left turn only
• Cantar Oaxaca (Cantar = Spanish for "to sing"; Oaxaca pronounced like "wa-ha-ka")

Provided by naming schemes dot com

Go ahead, admit it, you envy me don't you.

TWENTYFOUR

What did this image do for you?

Did it conjure up a Kieffer Sutherland, terrorists or weapons of mass destruction?

Maybe you read Chris and know this is his not-so-guilty pleasure (please stop by and give him a hug and prayers while you're at it).

But for me,

this is how many hours since Miss Ky last vomited. You're welcome. I like to share good news, even if it is of a disgusting nature.