Every now and then I think..."Hmmm it would be kind of fun to have a reality show". (Minus the dysfunction, drama, lack of privacy and people following you with cameras) But other than that it would be fun. Ours could be called "Lifestyles of the Plain and Ordinary" I've written the pilot episode below. Let me know if you think I'm on to something.
7:30am Mom where's the clean socks?
7:40am Mom...there's NO clean socks.
7:42am MOM...WHY are there no clean socks?
7:43am I run back to bed and lock the door.
8:00am Fruit Loops, wipe off crusty counter, and throw load of socks in washer. (I hope you're happy sock police)
9:00am Wipe off crusty counter, and somewhere in there have a few conversations about school,work, a bad sunburn, the Twins, the dangers of bridge jumping, and who's taking the car.
10:00am Work (for me that's at my dining table)
10:12am Text hubby. Laugh. Text friend. Laugh Text hubby again. Laugh.
10:13am Stop procrastinating and get back to work
12:00pm Re-heat spaghetti.
12:15 Wipe off crusty counter, open window to get spaghetti smell out, taxi kids to and fro for a bit. Look for lost 13 yr old's swim suit. Find favorite missing fingernail polish. (no swim suit)
AFTERNOON: Work, work, drive to store for groceries bought with coupons, errands, griping a little at the gas pump. Wipe off crusty counter. Sweep, vacuum, blah blah blah. Ooops..and shut window that was left open after spaghetti and cringe because the AC is on full blast.
4:00pmThink about supper, put wet socks in dryer, throw in a load of boxers to keep the sock police from bringing me up on laundry charges.
4:30pm Think more about supper, decide dad can grill, resolve dispute with children about a missing ipod. Throw in one more warning about the dangers of bridge jumping if the water is too shallow.
5:00pm Daddy's home! Grill, chat, wipe off crusty counter. Resolve dispute about who's doing dishes.
EVENING: Softball, DQ, a little FoodNetwork, read, water the plants. Wipe. Off. The. Crusty. Counter.
10:30pm Find out how long your 17 yr old will be at AppleBees and remind him to lock the door when he comes home. Oh and ask him if he jumped off the bridge.
11:00pmThink about going to bed. Kisses for other kids, reminder to look for swimsuit.
11:12pm Get sucked into Facebook
11:45pm Turn off kitchen light...and notice the crusty counter. HOW? For the love of all things good HOW??
12:00 Pillow talk: "Did you take the garbage out?" "Let's run away to Hawaii" You know, typical stuff.
12:10am Peaceful Sleep.....Ahhhhh.....ZZZZzzzZZzzzzzzz......
12:30am 17 year old AppleBee's breath in your face whispering "Mom, did you wash socks today?"
Now folks THAT is some exciting reality!!!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Casey Anthony...heaven or hell?
I hope Casey Anthony can find peace and forgiveness that only God can give her, and that I'll see her in heaven reunited with her daughter and experiencing the love of our Saviour for eternity.
I hope Casey Anthony suffers the rest of her life in complete misery and torment, and that she dies a rotten, lonely, painful death and burns in hell for eternity.
I'll be honest, both versions of those thoughts have run through my mind a bit in the recent days since the verdict. In case you didn't pick up on it, these thoughts are in conflict with each other. They are opposite in nature and tone. They are in stark contrast with one another. Polar opposites. (you get the picture) I'm not even going to get into the legal aspect of things...because truthfully I may have had to make the same decision as those jurors did. What a terrible choice to make. And I always go back to the fact that even though I may feel very strongly about her guilt or innocence, I can not be 100% sure.
If your'e reading this and you aren't a follower of Jesus, or you don't believe what I believe about who He is, and what that means, then you might think this post is a bunch of hooey. That's ok with me. You are allowed to have your own views for sure...but since this is my blog I get to share it from my perspective. And my perspective starts and ends with Jesus.
Despite what people may say, Casey Anthony hasn't "gotten away" with anything if you ask me. Sure, she may have avoided the judicial form of punishment, and possible death penalty, and that's no small thing. But I don't think a person can go through all that she has and just get away with it. Let's say, for the sake of argument she was totally innocent of all charges...she will still suffer with the scars and trauma of all that's taken place. If she did murder Caylee, then I'm certain her life is and will be filled with deep suffering, guilt, shame, and destruction. I don't care if she parties, and seems like she is "fine". She's not. The mere fact that she could react that way says she's not "fine". On so many levels Casey Anthony is not "fine". And that's where Jesus comes in.
I may not have killed my daughter. I haven't even done anything remotely close. But guess what? I'm not "fine" either. I cannot, nor will ever be fine without the beautiful saving grace of Jesus. I'm not going to post scripture here today...but everything I'm saying is in the Bible...I'm just paraphrasing. (I'll give you verses if you want them, just leave me a comment) Long ago man decided in the garden to do his own thing, to make his own decisions, and in so doing rejected having a relationship with God. In essence we didn't think God, the very one who created us, knew what was best, so we said "thanks, but no thanks". But that creator, oh how He loved His creation...and no matter what we did He STILL wanted to have a relationship with us. And so through His Son Jesus, and His death and resurrection we again can be in relationship with our creator. God provided the ultimate sacrifice so we could be "fine" once again. More than fine...we get to experience life with God and life in relationship with Him.
Yes, God is very saddened by the death of Caylee Anthony. Afterall she is His handiwork. He knitted her together in the womb and knew her before she was born. Of course He grieves her death. God is also just, and the righteous judge of sin, any sin. But here's the thing...we were NEVER created to be judged. We were not meant to be children of God's wrath. He never intended for us to experience His judgement. We decided to go our own way....we chose that judgement. That's why He sent Jesus...Jesus came into the world NOT to condemn us...but to save us! Save us from what? From the judgement of God that we were never intended to receive...but so rightly deserve when we're in rebellion and dead in our sin. It's the best news I've ever heard, and the longer I live the more I realize just what Jesus has done. He came to set the captives free...FREE from God's judgement. Free from our sinful rebellion, our misery, our prideful, know it all ways, and yes even our murders. He came so that Casey Anthony can be fine once again. (SIDE NOTE: It doesn't mean there are no consequences. Forgiveness and consequence are two seperate things. She will always have consequences, whether legal, emotional, or relational. But God does not want her consequences to destroy her)
So I'm purposing to line up my thinking with the first statement I made at the beginning of this post. How can I who was once dead in my sins....and who was also going to experience the judgement of God, now wish that upon someone else? How can I wish an eternity of torment and seperation from God upon someone? How dare I is the better question. How dare I think that the wrath of God is what is best for her... when Jesus came to save her, and all of us from that? It's a slap in His face when I decide that His sacrifice wasn't enough to save Casey Anthony. How can I decide that hell is her deserved destiny, when Jesus says her destiny can be in Him? He wants her to repent, to come to Him so He can forgive her. He longs to make his home inside her messed up, sin filled, wounded, heart and make her new. Just like He did for me. How dare I not want that for Casey Anthony? Really, how dare I?
I hope Casey Anthony suffers the rest of her life in complete misery and torment, and that she dies a rotten, lonely, painful death and burns in hell for eternity.
I'll be honest, both versions of those thoughts have run through my mind a bit in the recent days since the verdict. In case you didn't pick up on it, these thoughts are in conflict with each other. They are opposite in nature and tone. They are in stark contrast with one another. Polar opposites. (you get the picture) I'm not even going to get into the legal aspect of things...because truthfully I may have had to make the same decision as those jurors did. What a terrible choice to make. And I always go back to the fact that even though I may feel very strongly about her guilt or innocence, I can not be 100% sure.
If your'e reading this and you aren't a follower of Jesus, or you don't believe what I believe about who He is, and what that means, then you might think this post is a bunch of hooey. That's ok with me. You are allowed to have your own views for sure...but since this is my blog I get to share it from my perspective. And my perspective starts and ends with Jesus.
Despite what people may say, Casey Anthony hasn't "gotten away" with anything if you ask me. Sure, she may have avoided the judicial form of punishment, and possible death penalty, and that's no small thing. But I don't think a person can go through all that she has and just get away with it. Let's say, for the sake of argument she was totally innocent of all charges...she will still suffer with the scars and trauma of all that's taken place. If she did murder Caylee, then I'm certain her life is and will be filled with deep suffering, guilt, shame, and destruction. I don't care if she parties, and seems like she is "fine". She's not. The mere fact that she could react that way says she's not "fine". On so many levels Casey Anthony is not "fine". And that's where Jesus comes in.
I may not have killed my daughter. I haven't even done anything remotely close. But guess what? I'm not "fine" either. I cannot, nor will ever be fine without the beautiful saving grace of Jesus. I'm not going to post scripture here today...but everything I'm saying is in the Bible...I'm just paraphrasing. (I'll give you verses if you want them, just leave me a comment) Long ago man decided in the garden to do his own thing, to make his own decisions, and in so doing rejected having a relationship with God. In essence we didn't think God, the very one who created us, knew what was best, so we said "thanks, but no thanks". But that creator, oh how He loved His creation...and no matter what we did He STILL wanted to have a relationship with us. And so through His Son Jesus, and His death and resurrection we again can be in relationship with our creator. God provided the ultimate sacrifice so we could be "fine" once again. More than fine...we get to experience life with God and life in relationship with Him.
Yes, God is very saddened by the death of Caylee Anthony. Afterall she is His handiwork. He knitted her together in the womb and knew her before she was born. Of course He grieves her death. God is also just, and the righteous judge of sin, any sin. But here's the thing...we were NEVER created to be judged. We were not meant to be children of God's wrath. He never intended for us to experience His judgement. We decided to go our own way....we chose that judgement. That's why He sent Jesus...Jesus came into the world NOT to condemn us...but to save us! Save us from what? From the judgement of God that we were never intended to receive...but so rightly deserve when we're in rebellion and dead in our sin. It's the best news I've ever heard, and the longer I live the more I realize just what Jesus has done. He came to set the captives free...FREE from God's judgement. Free from our sinful rebellion, our misery, our prideful, know it all ways, and yes even our murders. He came so that Casey Anthony can be fine once again. (SIDE NOTE: It doesn't mean there are no consequences. Forgiveness and consequence are two seperate things. She will always have consequences, whether legal, emotional, or relational. But God does not want her consequences to destroy her)
So I'm purposing to line up my thinking with the first statement I made at the beginning of this post. How can I who was once dead in my sins....and who was also going to experience the judgement of God, now wish that upon someone else? How can I wish an eternity of torment and seperation from God upon someone? How dare I is the better question. How dare I think that the wrath of God is what is best for her... when Jesus came to save her, and all of us from that? It's a slap in His face when I decide that His sacrifice wasn't enough to save Casey Anthony. How can I decide that hell is her deserved destiny, when Jesus says her destiny can be in Him? He wants her to repent, to come to Him so He can forgive her. He longs to make his home inside her messed up, sin filled, wounded, heart and make her new. Just like He did for me. How dare I not want that for Casey Anthony? Really, how dare I?
Friday, June 17, 2011
It's ironic....don't you think?
I happened to be scrolling through news headlines today online and this caught my eye. "Catholic Charity Says No to Hooters." Apparently the Hooter girls were trying to be nice and raise some (eyebrows) money for a cause and there was a bit of an outcry. I can see that. Sure. Hooters and the Pope don't seem to be a good fit. It was a little ironic..a strange pairing if you will.
Kind of like PETA at a KFC party, or a bunch of dentists at a Jolly Rancher convention. How about a tour of the Hershey Chocolate plant for your weight watchers group? Or if your'e in AA maybe a trip to Napa Valley? Have you been having trouble sleeping? Well, come and join our insomniac support group at Starbucks for an espresso. Here's one...Famous Daves hosts annual Vegetarians picnic. *Meat optional*
See what I mean? It's best that people just continue to let Hooter girls stand out for what they do best, and that's offer great food at great prices. Excuse me, I'm going to go have my veggie plate at Famous Daves now.
Kind of like PETA at a KFC party, or a bunch of dentists at a Jolly Rancher convention. How about a tour of the Hershey Chocolate plant for your weight watchers group? Or if your'e in AA maybe a trip to Napa Valley? Have you been having trouble sleeping? Well, come and join our insomniac support group at Starbucks for an espresso. Here's one...Famous Daves hosts annual Vegetarians picnic. *Meat optional*
See what I mean? It's best that people just continue to let Hooter girls stand out for what they do best, and that's offer great food at great prices. Excuse me, I'm going to go have my veggie plate at Famous Daves now.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
I don't understand...
Do you ever find yourself saying "I don't understand...(fill in the blank). I say this probably as much to myself as I do to those around me. Granted, there is much in life to be perplexed by. We are only human afterall and have a very limited capacity to grasp many things of significance. I mean can anyone fully comprehend the miracle of a baby being conceived and 9 months later there is a perfect person? A new little human being that will leave it's eternal print on the world. I don't know about you but I don't even attempt to understand with my natural mind how that's even possible. And I was blessed enough to grow three of them in my belly. But I have to admit, other than eat, sleep and do my best to stay healthy, I really didn't have a whole lot to do with it. Those three perfectly formed humans that came out of my belly demonstrate God's handiwork at it's best...and so, I sit back and delightfully say "I don't understand...but wow...do I ever marvel."
So, I've just touched on a more serious, monumental type of "I don't understand..." The kind that's deep, philisophical, and mind blowing. Oh and there are many more of those. Many things in life confound us and make us scratch our heads. But I'd like to focus on a few other, shall we say far less monumental ones.
I don't understand...why they had to bring the alphabet into math. I mean isn't math about numbers and reading about the alphabet? I'm all for multi-tasking, but I just don't see what X has to do with anything.
I don't understand...why as soon as I need to use the bathroom I get three urgent voicemails, 2 texts and the UPS man comes to the door.
I don't understand...what makes a person say "I think I'd like to be a proctologist"
I don't understand...boys wearing skinny jeans. I'm all for fashion, looking good, and liking what you wear. So maybe the better way to put it is I don't understand WHY anyone thinks skinny jeans look good on boys? Maybe it's an eye sight issue on my part. Or an age issue. My mom never liked those rolled up, pinned at the ankle jeans I wore in the 80's either.
As long as we're on the skinny jean thing....I don't understand why...so many people wear skinny jeans, when they are...well, not skinny. I think that needs to be a pre-requisite. No offense to anyone, but hey unless your legs actually DO look like straws I think boot cut is the way to go. No?
I'm still on the jean thing...I don't understand...women who go into the hospital to have their baby and come out two days later wearing their jeans (skinny or not) buttoned, zipped, and belted. Not only do I not understand these women I don't like them very much either. These are the same women that can eat chocolate chip cookies every stinkin day of their lives and go for an ocassional walk. "I just have a high metabolism." "It's genetic." I smile nicely, but inside I'm thinking "Bite me." Relax, I still love Jesus, He's helping me. No worries.
I don't understand...why it seemed Alan Greenspan just got to decide what happened everyday with the stock market/ Federal Reserve. (I know it was, and is more complex than that) But it just seemed so nonchalant, like he chose the numbers while flipping his lucky quarter. Maybe that's why they brought the alphabet into math. Something to do with Greenspan.
I don't understand...how my husband can say "I'm going to put some gas on" when he needs to fill the tank. That my friends has been an ongoing discussion/argument/debate for 23 years.
I don't understand....how those computer guys can actually find the black screen, type on it, and the next thing you know my computer has the ability to translate Japanese and get live music streamed in from an Australian shopping mall.
I really could go on and on...and maybe I'll come back here one day and share more of these with you. But I'm expecting a package from UPS so I'm going to run and use the bathroom real quick.
So, I've just touched on a more serious, monumental type of "I don't understand..." The kind that's deep, philisophical, and mind blowing. Oh and there are many more of those. Many things in life confound us and make us scratch our heads. But I'd like to focus on a few other, shall we say far less monumental ones.
I don't understand...why they had to bring the alphabet into math. I mean isn't math about numbers and reading about the alphabet? I'm all for multi-tasking, but I just don't see what X has to do with anything.
I don't understand...why as soon as I need to use the bathroom I get three urgent voicemails, 2 texts and the UPS man comes to the door.
I don't understand...what makes a person say "I think I'd like to be a proctologist"
I don't understand...boys wearing skinny jeans. I'm all for fashion, looking good, and liking what you wear. So maybe the better way to put it is I don't understand WHY anyone thinks skinny jeans look good on boys? Maybe it's an eye sight issue on my part. Or an age issue. My mom never liked those rolled up, pinned at the ankle jeans I wore in the 80's either.
As long as we're on the skinny jean thing....I don't understand why...so many people wear skinny jeans, when they are...well, not skinny. I think that needs to be a pre-requisite. No offense to anyone, but hey unless your legs actually DO look like straws I think boot cut is the way to go. No?
I'm still on the jean thing...I don't understand...women who go into the hospital to have their baby and come out two days later wearing their jeans (skinny or not) buttoned, zipped, and belted. Not only do I not understand these women I don't like them very much either. These are the same women that can eat chocolate chip cookies every stinkin day of their lives and go for an ocassional walk. "I just have a high metabolism." "It's genetic." I smile nicely, but inside I'm thinking "Bite me." Relax, I still love Jesus, He's helping me. No worries.
I don't understand...why it seemed Alan Greenspan just got to decide what happened everyday with the stock market/ Federal Reserve. (I know it was, and is more complex than that) But it just seemed so nonchalant, like he chose the numbers while flipping his lucky quarter. Maybe that's why they brought the alphabet into math. Something to do with Greenspan.
I don't understand...how my husband can say "I'm going to put some gas on" when he needs to fill the tank. That my friends has been an ongoing discussion/argument/debate for 23 years.
I don't understand....how those computer guys can actually find the black screen, type on it, and the next thing you know my computer has the ability to translate Japanese and get live music streamed in from an Australian shopping mall.
I really could go on and on...and maybe I'll come back here one day and share more of these with you. But I'm expecting a package from UPS so I'm going to run and use the bathroom real quick.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Oh I wish I were an Oscar Mayer...
It's really not funny, and I know it. It's never funny when people are in trouble. It's never funny when people do disgusting things. It's never funny when people need help, therapy, counseling. It's never funny when someone's actions hurt the people they love. Never.
So..I KNOW it's not funny....and I do take it seriously. Having said ALL that...I cannot for the life of me stop humming "Oh I wish were an Oscar Mayer Weiner" when I watch the news. And, well.. I just may snicker a tad. Still. And then I rebuke myself, feel guilty, tell myself it's not funny....and yet I still can't quite stop the giggles. The kind of giggles that you get in church. But hey, I am done with out right boisterous laughter.
It's going to take focus to stop singing that song, and not snort (just a little) everytime we break out the hotdogs to grill this summer. I know....it's NOT funny.
And that's all I have to say about that.
So..I KNOW it's not funny....and I do take it seriously. Having said ALL that...I cannot for the life of me stop humming "Oh I wish were an Oscar Mayer Weiner" when I watch the news. And, well.. I just may snicker a tad. Still. And then I rebuke myself, feel guilty, tell myself it's not funny....and yet I still can't quite stop the giggles. The kind of giggles that you get in church. But hey, I am done with out right boisterous laughter.
It's going to take focus to stop singing that song, and not snort (just a little) everytime we break out the hotdogs to grill this summer. I know....it's NOT funny.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Helllllooooo people.....
I'm back. I've had an extended absence from my blog in April and May....in truth Blogger has been a royal pain in the last few weeks to a month....not posting when I want to post....not allowing me to log in...etc. (So MOM, I have a post for you...just for you that I still need to re-write) More than that however, I've been adjusting to a few life changes...a new job, some kid stuff, and some other changes in my responsibilities in general. It kind of put the writing side of my brain in the uncreative ditch. So, today I'm digging out of that ditch and getting back on the road.
So much has happened while I've been away:
Tornadoes, floods, Mother's Day, (mom, see above about your post) Lindsay Lohan in lock down, graduations, high school reunions, snow melting, YES!, the rapture, (oh, wait, that's in October I forgot), Bin Laden took a swim in the ocean, a royal wedding, my eldest turned 20, (choke), Egypt, The Masters, Scotty won AI, and Steven Tyler's mouth is still gigantic, 22 bags of 'stuff' to the Goodwill, 10 bags of 'crapola' to the dump (all from our house..sheesh) Oprah went bye bye, the MN Twins suck-big-time, Easter, my parent's 43rd anniversary, (way to go parents), Tori Spelling is pregnant, I'm not pregnant, we got a new car, Trump's ego and hair are now equally scary, more tornadoes, we caught a mouse in the basement, my hubby is more handsomer, weddings, Dairy Queen re-opened, Memorial Day, flowers planted, Charlie Sheen went on 'winning' tour, Lady Gaga is still weird, and thankfully God is still the same.
Some of you have been so encouraging towards me regarding my blog and writing. Just before my break I started doing a bit of freelancing and Yahoo published a little article of mine. It wasn't a major thing, but still exciting for me. I'd like to pursue this avenue more and see where it leads. That anyone would read my musings is very humbling...and I want to say thank you for the support. I'd also like to ask what you'd like to read? Is there something you'd like me to write about? My dad has given me a few ideas recently, and that got me to thinking how I'd love to ask my readers the same thing.
So fire away...if you have a subject, event, topic, person, that you'd like me to write about let me know. I'm not claiming to be an expert in any area, but I'd certainly love to hear your ideas and put my spin on them. Just don't ask me to write about what was in those 10 bags of crapola. It's top secret, kind of like Donald's hair techniques.
So much has happened while I've been away:
Tornadoes, floods, Mother's Day, (mom, see above about your post) Lindsay Lohan in lock down, graduations, high school reunions, snow melting, YES!, the rapture, (oh, wait, that's in October I forgot), Bin Laden took a swim in the ocean, a royal wedding, my eldest turned 20, (choke), Egypt, The Masters, Scotty won AI, and Steven Tyler's mouth is still gigantic, 22 bags of 'stuff' to the Goodwill, 10 bags of 'crapola' to the dump (all from our house..sheesh) Oprah went bye bye, the MN Twins suck-big-time, Easter, my parent's 43rd anniversary, (way to go parents), Tori Spelling is pregnant, I'm not pregnant, we got a new car, Trump's ego and hair are now equally scary, more tornadoes, we caught a mouse in the basement, my hubby is more handsomer, weddings, Dairy Queen re-opened, Memorial Day, flowers planted, Charlie Sheen went on 'winning' tour, Lady Gaga is still weird, and thankfully God is still the same.
Some of you have been so encouraging towards me regarding my blog and writing. Just before my break I started doing a bit of freelancing and Yahoo published a little article of mine. It wasn't a major thing, but still exciting for me. I'd like to pursue this avenue more and see where it leads. That anyone would read my musings is very humbling...and I want to say thank you for the support. I'd also like to ask what you'd like to read? Is there something you'd like me to write about? My dad has given me a few ideas recently, and that got me to thinking how I'd love to ask my readers the same thing.
So fire away...if you have a subject, event, topic, person, that you'd like me to write about let me know. I'm not claiming to be an expert in any area, but I'd certainly love to hear your ideas and put my spin on them. Just don't ask me to write about what was in those 10 bags of crapola. It's top secret, kind of like Donald's hair techniques.
Friday, April 8, 2011
The 'Smells' of Spring
Spring time in Minnesota is supposed to be beautiful. Fresh air, new grass, clean lovely smells right? Yeah, well, thus far we've had some plain old stank around here. Things are thawing for sure...but that's not always such a good thing...
For the past two weeks or so everytime I'd open my back porch door to go out to the deck or head to the garage I'd catch a whiff of something kind of unpleasant. "Kind of unpleasant "really did describe it at first. Not highly offensive, just stinky. I chalked it up to the sneakers (boy sneakers more specifically) and the steady stream of gym bags we keep out there. (boy gym bags more specifically) Anyway....I took the gym bags to the deck, and sprayed the shoes, but said smell only seemed to worsen over the next few days. It went from unpleasant to that "OH NO, SOMETHING DIED UNDER THE FREEZER" kind of smell.
Meanwhile...let me take you to our van. Something was also "kind of unpleasant" in there too. We are a family of five and we carpool with lots of our extended family to sporting events all year round. We also carpool with friends and haul kids to church, to camp, to the Y, to Grandmas, to yonder and back. And we eat in there. Burgers, turkey sandwhiches, granola bars, popcorn, hotdogs, apples, ice cream, leftover hotdish (in little individual containers) carrot sticks (with ranch in a baggie) you name it we've taken it along on a road trip. We honestly do clear out our garbage and try to keep it somewhat decent. But I'll be honest, after an entire basketball season with a van full of 8 people eating hotdish and popcorn it needs a solid two day cleaning. We did that....it looked sparkly clean....except for that....smell. And just like our porch, it went from unpleasant to "OH NO, SOMETHING DIED UNDER THE SEAT kind of smell.
Cut to the chase.
The porch: A large chunk of ham wrapped in foil, hidden on a shelf. (the porch serves as a great freezer in the winter) Obviously I missed this piece of piggy as the warm weather hit. I apologized profusely to the boy in my house I had been blaming. Afterall, I was sure he and his gear were the culprit. (Secretly I was very relieved it wasn't him...I mean, if you have a kid who smells like rotting pork that's a problem bigger than odor eaters can fix)
The van: Taco Johns. More specifically a half eaten beef burrito that was still in the wrapper but tucked into the pocket (deep down in the pocket) on the back of one of the seats. Of course NO ONE did it. It was the "Taco Johns Burrito Bandit" playing a bad joke on us. I didn't push the issue. I figure I had already wrongly accused one of my children for the bad pig, I wouldn't try and blame anyone for the equally bad beef. In actuality it could have been one of my many carpooling relatives who left us that present. And do I really want to start accusing my father in law of such things?
I hope you are all enjoying spring wherever you are...the sights and smells of new grass, new leaves, and birds chirping a new song. The warm sunshine that greets you on your deck in the morning as you have a cup of coffee...ah...there is nothing like spring. But, I also give you this Spring Thaw Warning .......if you start to smell something "unpleasant" don't automatically go blaming your father in law....you might just need to check under the passenger seat for a container of hotdish. Carry on...and tiptoe through the tulips!!!
For the past two weeks or so everytime I'd open my back porch door to go out to the deck or head to the garage I'd catch a whiff of something kind of unpleasant. "Kind of unpleasant "really did describe it at first. Not highly offensive, just stinky. I chalked it up to the sneakers (boy sneakers more specifically) and the steady stream of gym bags we keep out there. (boy gym bags more specifically) Anyway....I took the gym bags to the deck, and sprayed the shoes, but said smell only seemed to worsen over the next few days. It went from unpleasant to that "OH NO, SOMETHING DIED UNDER THE FREEZER" kind of smell.
Meanwhile...let me take you to our van. Something was also "kind of unpleasant" in there too. We are a family of five and we carpool with lots of our extended family to sporting events all year round. We also carpool with friends and haul kids to church, to camp, to the Y, to Grandmas, to yonder and back. And we eat in there. Burgers, turkey sandwhiches, granola bars, popcorn, hotdogs, apples, ice cream, leftover hotdish (in little individual containers) carrot sticks (with ranch in a baggie) you name it we've taken it along on a road trip. We honestly do clear out our garbage and try to keep it somewhat decent. But I'll be honest, after an entire basketball season with a van full of 8 people eating hotdish and popcorn it needs a solid two day cleaning. We did that....it looked sparkly clean....except for that....smell. And just like our porch, it went from unpleasant to "OH NO, SOMETHING DIED UNDER THE SEAT kind of smell.
Cut to the chase.
The porch: A large chunk of ham wrapped in foil, hidden on a shelf. (the porch serves as a great freezer in the winter) Obviously I missed this piece of piggy as the warm weather hit. I apologized profusely to the boy in my house I had been blaming. Afterall, I was sure he and his gear were the culprit. (Secretly I was very relieved it wasn't him...I mean, if you have a kid who smells like rotting pork that's a problem bigger than odor eaters can fix)
The van: Taco Johns. More specifically a half eaten beef burrito that was still in the wrapper but tucked into the pocket (deep down in the pocket) on the back of one of the seats. Of course NO ONE did it. It was the "Taco Johns Burrito Bandit" playing a bad joke on us. I didn't push the issue. I figure I had already wrongly accused one of my children for the bad pig, I wouldn't try and blame anyone for the equally bad beef. In actuality it could have been one of my many carpooling relatives who left us that present. And do I really want to start accusing my father in law of such things?
I hope you are all enjoying spring wherever you are...the sights and smells of new grass, new leaves, and birds chirping a new song. The warm sunshine that greets you on your deck in the morning as you have a cup of coffee...ah...there is nothing like spring. But, I also give you this Spring Thaw Warning .......if you start to smell something "unpleasant" don't automatically go blaming your father in law....you might just need to check under the passenger seat for a container of hotdish. Carry on...and tiptoe through the tulips!!!
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