Just the Regular Circus

Hello long lost blog! I'm sure this blog is approaching a final death. But, I've been writing it for a decade now so no need to pull the plug all at once. Maybe when Arizaphale stops for good I will too.

Here life is like this:

The five year old Head of Demolition and I are ready to head out the door to walk to Trader Joe's where we will buy butter to make the 19 year old college student chocolate chip cookies. This is how I talk to my boy while he is away at college. I've tried unsuccessfully talking to him in other ways, phone calls, texts. But my boy and I have only one language in common, and that is food.

"I can't find my shoes!" complains the Head of Demolition. "Did you look near the front door?" I ask her and she says yes. In fact she has looked in every reasonable place and even some unreasonable ones.

I help her look, all the while scolding her for not putting her shoes in the same location every time we come into the house. Do I accomplish this task myself at age 49? No. But for whatever reason I still think my five year old fully capable. We look in the living room. We look in her bedroom. We discuss what happened when we came in the door yesterday evening and where she may have removed them. We look under the couch and under her bed and through her closet. We look under my bed and in my closet.

I go out to the garage and check the car. The fancy unreasonably expensive light up shoes that we spent umpteen hours shopping for are not there. We do another browse of the entire apartment. It's not a huge place, luckily.

But by now I am panicking a little because we are not big shoppers and this is her sole pair of shoes. So to speak. I decide to search the house inch by inch. They have to be here somewhere.

I start in my closet, just because that's where I happen to be when I make the decision. I crawl beneath my own clothes and my husband's. Our closet opens to the master bathroom so I work my way behind the toilet and consider looking inside the cabinets. Just to be thorough I glance into the bathtub and there they are, the brand name sparkly light up shoes. Impossible to miss, really. The Head of Demolition laughs. She put them in there last night for a joke while I was cleaning up after dinner and, in her defense, had forgotten all about it.

This is my life with my tried and true clown:

The other main thing that has been going on around here these days is Hurricane Harvey. For whatever reason during Ike I was fast and furious with my camera, capturing all kinds of havoc to show here. But this time I have been way more subdued. I could blame it on the little clown in the photo. I can blame it on so many more people I know having it so much worse than we did during Ike. Or I could blame it on the fact that this time there was no damage to my own actual home. But either way it's been pretty horrible. We ourselves are fine though, with no flooding.

So that's the news the news from here. Hope all is well with everyone in Blogsilvania!

Wordless Wednesday - Moving with Four Year Old

Happy Wordless Wednesday everyone! Seeing as how I never post any more except for Wordless Wednesday, I figured I better put some words on here. 

Here's my kid, just doing the usual.

And here she is again, happy with her first ever Jamberries. 

What I really need for her though is some kind of special laundry detergent that focuses on removing chocolate, so I don't have to pre-treat every last one of her outfits.

Okay.

I admit it.

I need that special type of detergent for my clothes too.

We're still plodding along toward moving. It's getting emptier around here. We have one room all the way "done"! Now, if we could just get the other four bedrooms and the rest of the house looking like this, we'd be all set.

That's about all the news from here. Looking for more Wordless Wednesday?

Wordless Wednesday at the Women's March Houston

My phone died about seven seconds after arriving at the Women's March, Houston. So not only are these the only photos I could get, but they are cell phone pics to boot. But anyway...here we were:

On putting stuff in the "wetter" and moving (we hope)

Hello Blogsville! How goes everything?

Here we are getting ready to move, so everything has been crazy and hectic but in a good way. If all goes as planned we will be moving at the beginning of March down from a five bedroom house to only a two bedroom place.

To that end, we've been selling and giving away as many of our possessions as we can possibly part with. So when I've picked up my camera at all these days, it's to post items for sale.

Like see? This pretty bedroom set:

If you can come pick it up outside of Houston, it's yours for the taking. Well...buying really. It comes with a nightstand too of course.

Meanwhile the Head of Demolition has been up to her usual.

Me - "That's all I can think of off the top of my head."
Her - What can you think of from the bottom of you?"

And last time I put a blouse through the dryer on accident:

Her - "What's the matter?"
Me - "I didn't mean to put that in the dryer!"
Her - "You only meant to put it in the wetter?"

Here's the picture I get of the kid when I tell her I'll give her some chocolate chips for sitting still:

And here's what she looks like in real life:

Puppy Pads - The Perfect Wedding Gift

Hello Blogsilvania! Happy New Year to all!

Here we are getting ready to put our house on the market (It's all yours if you want it!) and that includes getting rid of a lot of stuff.

It's interesting selling things on Facebook. I'm finding out a lot of surprising things like, "People are flakes!" I don't know how many people have told me they're coming only for them to not show up, or show up an hour later than they said they would.

But the most surprising thing is what does and doesn't sell.

Bikes sell.

People do NOT want bone china. Apparently.

And they don't want silver plated anything either.

My dad says this is because everyone gets silver plated stuff for their wedding and they don't know what to do with it. I can tell you what NOT to do with it, and that's sell it on Facebook.

But I'll tell you something I know people need for certain. Giant Lego head sorters. And puppy pads. People are all over puppy pads.

So my advice is, next time you need a wedding gift, puppy pads are definitely the way to go. You're welcome.

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