I'm Trapped!

As I sit here in the computer room listening to the delightful sucking sounds of the Stanley Steamer Boys, I realize I'm stuck here until they leave and I can tiptoe on wet carpet back to another room. Between Zoey's excited piddle ,(too numerous to mention), Hope's potty training mishaps, a few cola spills, Hershey bar meltdowns and various unknown stains, the carpet cleaning boys are back in town. It is interesting to note that they ALWAYS ask if you want the "protective" treatment on the carpets, which costs more than the cleaning itself. I've had it done a few times and really, I see no difference. What could they possibly come up with to protect the carpet other than a nailed-down visqueen? I mean, I think that's how they make their money by trying to get suckers like me to add on the magic treatment that is nothing more than an uknown mist they spray on the old shag.

I also feel the need to discuss a rather interesting obituary I just read. I know you're thinking, "there she goes throwing a damper on the blog", but I think it's kind of a cute idea. An 80 year old woman died and at the end of her name it had the initials PW. Kind of like noting a graduate degree or significant accomplishment. At the end of her obituary it said, "if you're wondering what the PW stands for, it stand for Precious Woman which is what her husband George called her". How cute is that?! So I've come up with a few alternative initials you might consider adding to my obituary when the time comes. I like EM for Embarrassing Mother, CJ for Clever Jac, OV for Obsessive Vacuumer or my favorite LF for Loves Family. (I had to throw in a nice one just in case you guys really take this serious.) Please DO NOT include "Loved to Shop" in the obituary. That is just a thorn in my side and not something that will help me achieve any degree of celestial glory.

Well, on that note, I hope you all have a nice day and if you happen to visit, walk softly on barefeet till this place dries out.

Jac

Sum sum summa-time

I think it's time to let you all know that this blog has become a major pain in the butt.  It's too hard to think about it when the sun is finally out!   AAAAHHHHH!  I absolutely love the sunshine and the summer and the smell of the blossoms and the cut grass and the flowers and the singing birds and the heat beating down on my skin and the water and the pool and the hot car after church and the warm nights and the beautiful sunsets and the patriotism and the parades and the fireworks and the swing and the deck and the watermelon and the lemonade and the barbecues and the crickets chirping and the shade of the box elder tree and taking naps on the grass and the sunshine and the early morning dew and driving with my windows down and not having to wear socks and flip flops, how I love flip flops and the sunglasses and the slurpees and the fresh fruit stands and the summer clothes and the fresh vegetables.  Yes, I do love summer.  It is so choice.  I feel guilty taking a nap in the summer because I don't want to waste a single minute of this commodity we call summer.  Just thought you should all know.......it makes me as happy as a jumbo jet. (2 jumbo jets actually)