I came...I saw...

I kicked its ASS!

May I present...Mt. EverLaundry.

This is what you get, friends, when you keep up with doing laundry, but do not actually fold it. And clearly, I need to conduct an inservice for all males in this household. I plan to title it, "Laundry 101- It's Not Going to Fold Itself."

So, I have been busy for the past few days doing HOA crap, er, uh, important junk. So, I have thrown laundry in the washer and dryer in the evenings, and let it get to this ungodly pile. Today's task at hand was to get it all folded and put away. Again, I am apparently the only one who has the ability to complete this task. I do have my doctorate in Folding Clothes, so my family likes to leave it to the expert. It took me a while, but I conquered that bad mamma jamma. And when I did, I planted my flag atop it. Ok, it is my phone with a dryer sheet attached, but you get the idea.

Now to just get it put away. If I promise to be your best friend forever, will you come do it for me?

Back-handed compliments, preschooler-style

So, I am getting ready to go out the other day, and I must say, I was feeling pretty good. Hair was cooperating, makeup was just right, and I was wearing one of my favorite outfits. You know the one...tight in the right places, loose where you need it to be. The one that accentuates your positives, and camouflages the negatives... And along came the middle kid. He was walking past the bathroom where I was just putting on the finishing touches. He stopped in his tracks and said, "Wow, mommy...you look so beautiful!"

So sweet.

So, I said, "Well, thank you, Hunter. That is so nice of you!"

To which he replied, "Yeah, mommy. You look so beautiful that nobody will recognize you!"

Uh, yeah. Thanks kid. I think...

40 Eff Bombs

Oh, how I love me some Christian Bale. He is truly Supreme Hotness...

Howev-freakin-er...

Dude has some serious anger management issues. Did you hear the recording of him going OFF on the set of the new Terminator movie? He ripped a DP (Director of Photography, or some such random title) a completely new pooper for walking in his line of sight whilst he was filming a scene. In case you missed it, you can always count on You Tube to get you caught up. Click below if you dare:

Whacked out Christian

That is forty, yes, forty f-bombs he drops on that poor guy. What I find hilarious is that in the midst of this vicious dress-down, he stops for a moment to tell the guy, "You are a nice guy" and then proceeds to continue with the verbal attack. It even sounds, at one point, like he has to be held back as he threatens the guy with "I will kick your ass!"


Ho-ly crap.

Makes you really think about that incident that happened a few months ago...was it with his mom and sister, I think? They called 911 on him because he was verbally abusive and they were afraid of what he might do to them? Out of control, man. American Psycho, indeed. (Well, British psycho, if you want to get technical...)


I am bummed like the day I heard that Rick Springfield's wife accused him of spousal abuse. These boys need to get their junk together. Be men, would ya? Not just guys. And, hey, quit boogering up my fantasies by being total tools. K? Thanx.

Buy me stuff.

Remember that ring I had my eye on? I meant to post a picture of it before now, but better late than never.

I love, love, love my ring! You can check out her cool collection here, if you are interested. The ring also came in the most quaint little box, tied up all tidy-like with twine. In my haste to get it out of the box and on my waiting finger, I did not think to save or photograph the box. Trust me, though, it is way cute.

I also told the hubs the other day of my latest want...and it should be arriving any day now. Although this nowhere near as cute and uncomplicated, I am totally psyched (duuuuude.) about it.

Yeah, baby. Getting my Blackberry. Hmmm....I hope it is not too hard to figure out. I am not mechanically gifted. I am sure Austin can help me on that if I need him to.

So, high fives to Dave, for continuing to spoil me. Wonder if I mention that I want this, if he will get it for me, too?

Super Bowl, party of two...

We tossed around the idea of having some folks over to watch the Super Bowl last night. This is Steeler country around here, and even I got wrapped up in the hype. We also considered attending a Super Bowl party hosted by Hot Friend of Hubby's... However, we opted for hanging out together, enjoying some beepers and horse dee overs, whilst lounging in our PJs. Much better plan, methinks!

Gotta love this face. Isn't that the classic drunk-faced-eybrows-raised look?

And why do I feel compelled to lick this man after I have been drinking? Seriously, you can set your clock by it.

Captain Underpants was a wonderful little cocktail waiter, fetching beepers, and we paid him in snack foods.

The Keetons busied herself with sneaking sips and checking her emails.

The best thing of all...? Football season is OVER, friends. And THAT is something to celebrate!

Bite Me, the Friday Edition....

Just a few random things on my mind this morning....a handful of minor annoyances in my otherwise sunny day...

1. My sore back can bite me. I love shoveling snow, don't get me wrong. It is great exercise, and I get such a sense of accomplishment when I see a clear, clean driveway. Buuuuut... the snow a couple of days ago was crusted over with ice, and took its toll on my old muscles. I spent yesterday with my good friends...

Then, the Helpful Hubs gave me an article in the paper with tips on shoveling without injuring yourself. A day late and a dollar short on that one. Love that man for trying, though. Helpful Friend, Becky, told me she would have brought me a little piece of paradise AKA Percocet, if only she had known of my injury before she came over. Good intentions, A+...actually helping me F-.

2. This pimple on my chin can bite me. Seriously, is it really fair to be battling the beginning of crow's feet AND still dealing with breakouts? I mean, what the hell here?

3. Car repairs can bite me. I am thankful to have a vehicle with no car payment, but jeez Louise, repairs can be costly on an old girl not under warranty.

4. And because no bite me thread is complete without Supreme Hotness...Ryan Reynolds can bite me. And I mean that in a totally good, totally inappropriate way.

Monday Quickie...

The smallest saw this today...

And proclaimed, "Look! The geese made a seven for me!"'

Oh, to be three and think everyone and everything was put on this earth for my enjoyment.

Just a cute moment. That is all. Carry on.