Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Baby, It's Cold Outside

The low tonight in my little corner of the South? 29 degrees Fahrenheit. TWENTY-NINE people. That is just crazy. This morning, on my way to work, it was SNOWING. Okay, it was mostly sleet and it melted as soon as it touched anything, BUT STILL! Freaking freezing is what it is.

If you live in a place where it is regularly colder than this at this time of year, I'm sorry. And also, I'm never coming to visit.

I told you I would complain when it actually got cold enough to use the fireplace. I warned you. I did.

Anyway, having been such a frigid day, I settled in tonight in my sweats and watched Glee (side note: next week is a Christmas episode and since I just declared yesterday how much I adore Christmas music, you can only imagine my excitement.), and then, since Good Wife (good show) was not on due to the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show (like we need MORE women on TV in their undies) I pulled up my computer to write this post. In the midst of doing so I decided I was ridiculously low on Christmas music. I paused to look some up on youtube. What? My CDs were in the car, and IT'S COLD OUT THERE!

Anyway, I went to youtube and looked up my fave Christmas songs and something happened. I was distracted. First, it was the Glee version of "Baby, It's Cold Outside", which is one of my favorite holiday tunes EVER. Then, it was one member of the Glee cast singing Disney tunes. Then it was the actual Disney Tunes (including an entirely underrated Duck Tales theme song - FANTABULOUS! "Duck Tales, oooohh ooooh!" And did I mention the Gummi Bears? AMAZING!). Why did I just tell you all this? Because I have been writing this post for an hour.

And what have we learned? That it is cold, I love Disney, and I am really easily distracted. All in all, it was a good night.

Monday, November 29, 2010

In My Day, We Were Just Nerds

I'm a geek. A dork. A nerd. These are all labels I am familiar with, and not at all opposed to. I must say, what's the harm in being a geek? I'm never expected to be the coolest person in the room, so no pressure. I am not expected to do well in the spotlight (low expectations increase the chance of me being impressive - I'm just playing the odds). I'm driven to do better academically, because it is expected of me and I don't want to disappoint. I'm not just okay with it, I own it.

Being the nerd that I am, I have been called all the old names, but it was over this Thanksgiving holiday that my dear sweet little nephews brought to my attention the new label. What is this new moniker for my people? Too school for cool.

Seriously?

It's true. Apparently, gone are the days of simple, one syllable insults, or even the wordplay style "double e" scorn (don't get it? Think geek and dweeb, each word has a double e in the middle). Why can't things ever just stay simple?

Besides, I can't be too school for cool if I'm no longer in school, right? Eh, I'll just stick with nerd.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

I Wait On This All Year

I wait for this all year. That time after Thanksgiving when it is time to play Christmas music. It's time to break out all of my favorite holiday music, the radio joins in my conspiracy and I can't help but feel just a little bit merrier when I get in my car and hear my favorite songs of the season.

I know it is this totally dorky thing that I love, but I do love it. Christmas music brightens my days. I mean, it might just be because Christmas, since I am a Christian, is the celebration of the birth of my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ and to be reminded of that is a wonderful and powerful thing that I wouldn't trade anything (or everything) in the world for it. Also, though, Christmas music is just jolly. Even the sad songs, like "Blue Christmas" and "I'll Be Home For Christmas". They may have sad undertones that could make you cry if you are far away from your loved ones during the holidays, but they can also cheer you up. They help remind you that you are still loved, even if you can't walk in to the same room as your family and smell the familiar smells of asparagus casserole and a Douglas Fir. You know you are just as much in their hearts as they are in yours.

And if you will be with loved ones, the angelic ringing of silver bells in the background of each jovial and celebrating song only adds to your merry, if not a little stressed, attitude. It's hard not to be in a good mood. At least, it is if you are already done with shopping.

I love to find just the right gift for people, but I really don't like to shop in large crowds. And as you well know, this is the busiest shopping season of the year. I start early, and hope to get done early each year, so that I can avoid the largest crowds. What can I say, I like to listen to my Christmas music in my car on the way home from work, and in the comfort of my own home. I don't like it being piped into a store's stereo system while I have to say "Excuse me, I'm sorry," as I bump elbows with people up and down each aisle. Pass.

But other than the shopping craziness, I LOVE this time of year. I love the music, I love the smiles on everyone's faces, I love the decorations, the recipes, the very reason for the celebration. Christmas is EASILY my favorite holiday of the entire year. I rejoice in its meaning. I revel in its wonder. Just fabulous.

P.S. It is slightly, possibly, maybe just a little bit, that my especially jovial attitude today may be bolstered by the fact that my beloved Bulldogs are bringing home the Egg Bowl Trophy. GO STATE! But I really do love Christmas.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving Week!

I know Thanksgiving isn't until Thursday, but as you can imagine, things get a little busy around the holidays. There are family members to greet, meals to cook, catching up to do. It's crazy. To prepare myself for said craziness, I will be taking a vacation from posting until next week.

I will return.

I will miss you dearly.

I will be back soon.

And I will probably have more stories to tell upon my return!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

A Real Princess

Sort of.

Pretty soon, Prince William will wed Kate Middleton. She is not from royalty. They met in college. It's like a modern day fairy tale. He even gave her his late mother's engagement ring. A honkin' sapphire surrounded by some pretty sweet diamonds.

I live in the United States. Why do I care? Because I love a good royalty story. Plus, I'm hoping their marriage goes better than that of his parents. Anyway, having been paying attention I learned a couple of things over the last few days. Things that kind of ruin the whole fairy tale aspect. Like, she doesn't get to be a Princess until Charles (that's not a typo) takes the throne. Until then, she could end up being the Duchess of Cambridge (which isn't half bad, but still not a princess!), or she could be (am I'm not completely clear on why this is) Princess William of Wales. She doesn't even get to be Princess Kate. What a rip off. Disney would NOT stand for this!

Oh, well. I don't know much about her, but I hope she makes it to Princess Kate someday. 'Cause I like the idea of a new princess. And if it can't be me, at least it will be a pretty brunette. Represent.

Oh, there are also rumors that their wedding will be at Westminster Abbey. Who thinks that will be the kind of crazy, media flooded, once in a lifetime shindig you don't want to miss?

*raises hand*

Anybody else?

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

It Just Warms My Heart

Nothing can make your heart grow three sizes like the sight of an adorable puppy in front of the fire!

Ok, maybe I'm a little biased.

Also, it's been a slow news day in my life today.

That is all.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Things I'm Thankful For

Thanksgiving is next week. How crazy is that? I feel like this year has just flown by. It's crazy, but it's true. So, in the spirit of things, I am thinking about all the things I am thankful for this year. This is not a comprehensive list, of course, but here are some of the things I thought about:

1. That God forgives me for the mistakes I make and He loves me for who I am.

2. My loving husband.

3. My family.

4. My friends.

5. My dog. His very nature of "I love you and I'm so glad to see you!" even if you have only been out of the room for five minutes brightens my days.

6. That I have a creative outlet in this blog, even if I am talking to myself sometimes.

7. My house. And the fact that I can afford it. I'm very thankful for that.

8. That my Bulldogs are totally bowl eligible!

9. That I will have a chance to spend some holiday time with my family. It may be that I see my side of the family for Thanksgiving, and my husband's side for Christmas this year, but I feel so blessed that I get to be with family for the holidays at all. So many people don't have that opportunity.

10. That nobody seems to mind my glaring typos. Seriously. I have gone back and read some of my old posts. My brain gets ahead of my typing sometimes. I sometimes have my husband sort of proofread for me, but sometimes I don't. And I'm sorry. But I'm thankful you haven't abandoned me because of it.

11. I am thankful for you, my readers. Whether you are friends and family who have known me for years, or if you don't know me at all, I love to know that you are reading. When I sign in and see my page has been viewed not just from my own backyard, but also from other countries, I get all warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks ya'll.

12. I'm also thankful for great holiday traditions that give me fun things to look forward to all year long.

Again, this is not a comprehensive list, but it is a few of the things for which I am thankful. Happy Thanksgiving....next week!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Tails of Hope

This post is a little different than some of my others. It is about a specific program. I was not paid to write this post. I was not even asked to write this post. I want to write it.

So I have told you before that we adopted our dog through a rescue program. Well, we could not be more thrilled with having him around. He is a member of the family now. Unfortunately, there are still a lot of dogs out there who need a home.

Ginger, from Tails of Hope Dog Rescue in Memphis, TN was responsible for bringing him into our lives. She does a wonderful job of caring for and preparing these animals to find their forever home. The animals are spayed or neutered, they are de-wormed, they are given their shots, and they are put in foster homes so they get used to being around other people and animals (sometimes this also means they may have some experience with crates and potty training). If you are ever interested in seeing what kind of dogs they have that are available for adoption they post pictures of them on Petfinder, just search for Tails of Hope Dog Rescue in Memphis in the search box on the left hand side of the page under Animal Welfare groups.

Also, I don't believe there are pictures up of them yet on that site, but I talked with Ginger yesterday and she said they currently have 10 Boxer mix puppies! She has an album of pictures on the Facebook site (you can also help name the puppies!). They are only about 3 weeks old, so they cannot be adopted immediately, but they are super adorable. And, I promise, they have more than just Boxers. They are a non-breed specific rescue, so they try to find homes for all breeds of dogs.

Of course, to ensure a good match between a family and a dog there is a process. I saw Major's pictures and his short bio on Petfinder and thought he was just adorable, and the breed we wanted, but I wanted to know more. I emailed her using the links available and she was quick to respond and answered all of my questions. We even talked on the phone a couple of times so that she could answer more questions for me. Then, when I was a bit more confident, I filled out the required application. She immediately got back to me. Before we adopted him, though, we had to set up a play date. That way, we could have a chance to meet the dog, face to face, and see if we even got along with him. Would he be too big? Would he play too rough? Would he be so shy that he wouldn't even want to play? So we set it up and we met him. And, of course, he was perfect. For us, anyway. After the play date, which lasted a while, we had the option to take some time and talk it over (my husband and I), or we could adopt him right then and there. We knew he was for us, and adopted him on the spot, but I like that Tails of Hope gives you the option, so you never feel pressured. Adopting a dog is a long commitment. The life of the dog, in fact. You better know whether or not you are ready and if this is the right fit for you.

Tails of Hope Dog Rescue is how Major came into our lives. For that I will be forever grateful. Ginger is fantastic and I am so glad she was there to answer all my questions. I could not have been more pleased with the process.

So if you are in the Memphis area and would like to adopt a friend, or if you know someone who fits that description, tell them about Tails of Hope. You can like them on Facebook, you can donate to help cover vet costs, and you can help by not ever buying puppies from puppy mills!

You know I usually don't "push" things on my site. I sometimes talk about the things I like, but I don't try to get anyone else to buy them. This is no different. I am not doing this to ask you to do anything. I just wanted to tell you about this wonderful organization that helped me find my newest family member.

Thanks.

Do you have any "tails" of hope to share?

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dear Veterans, Active Military, and Military Families

Thank you.

They are a simple couple of words that don't seem to convey the overwhelming gratitude I have for what you have done and still do.

For veterans, you have given so much already. I sincerely hope you don't think you have been forgotten. You have left your families behind for months at a time to travel thousands of miles away to unfamiliar and unfriendly places and you never asked for thanks. It was just a job that you did. But it is so much more than that. Thank you.

For Active Military, you continue to dedicate your life to serving this great nation, no matter the petty political arguments or the strength of the dollar. Though you certainly have your own feelings and opinions, it makes no difference the political party in power in the House, the Senate, or even the White House. You have a job to do and you do it. Thank you.

For the families, the love and support your provide to your loved ones in uniform is, I am sure, what helps them, for lack of a better term, soldier on. You stay at home while your soldier travels halfway across the world. If it is your spouse, then you have to be both parents while they are away. If it is your child, you heart breaks every time they leave because it has always been your job to worry about them. If it is your sibling, you watch your childhood playmate risk their life. But you don't complain. It may break your heart, but you handle it with grace and pride. Thank you.

Thank you. It doesn't seem like enough, but it is the best thing I can say to convey my gratitude. Thank you. And God Bless.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

That Jillian Michaels, She's A Funny Gal

So I have blogged before about my quest to get in shape. You know, other than round. Well, my routine got a little bland, and my schedule got a little full, and I began to slack off. So I decided the answer was to change things up. What could I do to make it more fun? To make it different? To make it more effective?

My answer was to buy a Jillian Michaels DVD workout. I mean, I've seen her in action on her show. I've read one of her books. She seemed like just the ticket. She yells like a sports coach, and I kinda respond to that...as long as it is not somebody I know (meaning my husband, siblings, parents, etc can't do it, because then I get defensive and yell back). So I found one of her DVD programs that only takes about half an hour a day, thinking that I could probably handle her hard core crazy workouts for a quick 30 min. She has you use weights. There is a beginner level and an advanced level that you can move up to after you get used to it. Sounds simple enough.

It's all a lie. I mean, she doesn't yell as much, but I'm not going to complain about that. What she does do, is put you in some serious pain. It's not that bad while you are doing it, mostly. It starts off simple and slow. So much so, in fact, that I began to question whether it was going to do anything for me. And then she started throwing me curve balls. And sometimes when she started a new circuit activity I just had to laugh. She's got to be kidding me. I can't do THAT. Has she lost her freakin' mind? No really, this must be a joke. It all looks simple. Deceptively so. If I did everything individually it probably would be completely doable. But all at once? Haha, no.

The upside? I got my husband to do it with me. It helps to have a teammate. Misery loves company. I didn't feel nearly as bad when he started to have the same reaction as I did. "What?! Is this a joke?!" At least I wasn't alone. And I'm still not. We have both been sore for two days now. It hurts to get up out of my chair at the office. He thinks he may have pulled a muscle. We are a pair to beat a full house. But we are not quitting! We are going to try again just as soon as we have full range of motion back.

Another reason I don't feel bad about the workout being rough is that one of the two "back-ups" she has in the video doesn't make it all the way through without some serious struggles either. The girl actually stops moving at one point when Jillian is distracted and pointing something out using the other demonstrator. I noticed. I didn't blame her. Even Jillian is glistening with sweat when it's all over. All three of them were, really.

So, as soon as my legs have fully recovered, I'm trying again. I think this could be a much more effective workout than I anticipated. That is, if she doesn't kill me first.

Help me.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Oh, Mario. You Take Me Back

When I was little, my siblings often had to babysit me. I was the youngest by a few years and you can imagine they were not always thrilled about doing so. I don't blame them. I wouldn't have wanted to have a smarty-pants little sister always tagging along with me and my friends, either. I get it. I mean, I was adorable and not at all annoying, and always completely fun be around, but whatever.

Stop rolling your eyes.

And laughing.

Anyway, one of my sisters had a boyfriend who had a fantastic back-up plan. He had a Super Nintendo with Super Mario Bros. It was perfect. I mean, I vaguely remember playing Frogger and Pong on the Atari, but a Super Nintendo, that was a whole new ball game. I was kept occupied for quite some time and they could hang out in peace. To clarify, my other sister also had a boyfriend with the video game hookup at his house (he is now her husband, by the way), but he also had a younger brother (who was a few years my senior) who played those games a lot and when I played with him, he totally kicked my butt all the time, making the whole experience less awesome. With the Super Nintendo, though, I could play by myself. It didn't matter if I used all my lives and had to start over. Nobody was there to judge me or sigh loudly because I was holding up the game.

Over time, Mario and I got close. We were tight. Total buddies. And then? Sega Saturn. Playstation. N64. I had other options. And my friends started to get them, too. And eventually, my sister broke up with Super Nintendo boyfriend. I think I was sadder than her. He was always really nice to me. That aside, it would be a while before I played Super Mario Bros. again.

Recently, we got the Wii version of Super Mario Bros. It is the same characters I remember, with simple adjustments and updates. It was great. We have had a blast playing it. It brings back memories. Lots and lots of memories.

Does that scare you a little bit, sis?

It probably should.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Sure Paula Can Cook, But Can She Dance?

So this weekend my husband and a close friend of ours celebrated their respective birthdays. To celebrate he and his wife, who is also a very close friend of ours, came to visit us. We were just elated to have them stay with us. We did fun and silly things. We ate at our favorite places, we played video games, we went bowling. It was just oodles of fun. No, really. Oodles.

On Saturday, we took a road trip to Tunica, MS. Now, Tunica is a small town on the Mississippi River, but just outside of it there is a collection of casinos that makes Tunica one of the largest gaming centers in the U.S. I mean, it's not Vegas or Atlantic City, but if you live in the South and are too cheap to spring for a plane ticket, it does the trick. Also, they have a Paula Deen Buffet, ya'll. And boy are they proud of it. The first sign we saw from the highway was a large sign bearing her likeness, posing the question, "Ya'll Hungry?" And we were. We stopped in and had lunch. I have never seen so much food in all my life. And that's saying something. No, really. That buffet could feed a small country. Actually, it wouldn't even have to be that small. And I won't lie, some of the dishes I think my family has a better recipe for, although, she does do some things right. Like apple cobbler. I get all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it.

After lunch, we hung around and played a few games in the casino. I jumped from table to table in an attempt to find Lady Luck, and an air conditioning vent. It wasn't that it was hot, it's just that there is no "no smoking" rule in the casinos and the smell of cigarette smoke gives me the almost uncontrollable urge to yak. Luckily, the crowd was thin enough for me to find a pretty good spot near whatever I wanted to play. It was a good time.

For dinner, we headed down to the river and boarded the Tunica Queen for a riverboat dinner cruise. The cruise involves a two hour cruise on the Tunica Queen, travelling up and down the river and enjoying dinner and dancing. The dinner was delicious. But even better, was the chef. Harpo.

Harpo is not just any chef. He's a dancing chef. Oh, the dancing. He danced while he served us. And I'm not talking a sway side to side as he carved. No. Harpo DANCED while he served us. And after dinner? He hit the dance floor again. I can't really describe the spectacle, but I will just have to tell you if you are ever in the area, you really should go see it for yourself. Because there are no words. Seriously, if Paula showed up to her buffet and broke it down like Harpo, it would be a worldwide attraction in an instant.

After dinner, we headed back over to the casino. This time, though, it was considerably more crowded. The Miss Mississippi Pageant was in town and had just finished up. All of the attendees and the contestants had been unleashed upon the town. There was enough hairspray in that place to be a fire hazard. And that was just the attendees. I, of course, don't mean to offend any of the pageant contestants...oh who am I kidding? They are tall and beautiful and are all beauty queens already. They don't need coddling. That's right. I'm not tall. I'm not slathered in pounds of stage make-up (I don't even put on regular make-up if I don't feel like it). If you put me in four inch heels and a floor length dress and told me to march across the stage I would totally bust it. But I'm not jealous. Or bitter. But I do totally want a tiara. Dare to dream.

Anyway, the long and short of it is that we had a good time. How could we not? We played, we cruised, we snickered at pageant queens. It was good stuff. Don't judge me.

Friday, November 5, 2010

November is Full of Birthday Celebration Madness

So I haven't posted anything in a couple of days and I wanted you to know that I have not abandoned you. My husband has a birthday this weekend. He is turning 25. It's kind of a big deal. We also have a couple of friends visiting. One of them has a birthday this weekend. It's a double celebration. It's pretty awesome, is what it is. Anyway, I'm gonna get back to the festivities. I just wanted to let you know that I am alive and that I will return when the weekend of multiple birthday celebrations has ended.

On the other hand, when the weekend is over and Monday rolls around, one of my nephews is having a birthday. I helped change his diapers, ya'll. He's in double digits. It is entirely possible I will die of heartbreak on Monday when I realize I can't freeze time and stop him from getting any older (and by him, I might mean me. Maybe. Just a little.). My father-in-law is also celebrating a birthday on Monday. It's birthday celebration madness. Happy Birthday to all my loved ones with November birthdays!

And seriously, we need to start figuring out how to stop this whole aging thing. I *might* be having a birthday next month that I could stand to skip. Who is with me? Anybody? Anybody? Bueller? Bueller?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The Holidays

It's November. The holiday season is upon us. Stores start having massive sales (Black Friday, anyone?), people start testing out their holiday recipes, the weather is turning colder. I love it.

I love the holidays. I always have. The lights, nights by the fire, the decorations, I love it all. I know it is just early November and Thanksgiving isn't here yet, but for me, the holidays are practically here.

My husband and I trade off which family gets which major holiday each year. One family gets us for Thanksgiving, the other for Christmas, the next year we rotate. So Thanksgiving often serves as a Christmas with one family or the other. This year, my family gets the Thanksgiving/early Christmas and my in-laws get Christmas. This means that I have to prepare for Christmas for my family a little earlier so that I can hand over as many gifts at Thanksgiving as I can. I mean, I love them, and I know they will wait until Christmas to open my gifts, but a girl has to be mindful of shipping charges. I'm just saying.

Anyway, in order to get the shopping done, the gifts wrapped, etc, I need to be in the holiday spirit. Growing up, we decorated our house for Christmas after Thanksgiving (and took it all down on Dec. 26th - if not Christmas afternoon, we were nothing if not efficient), and I never questioned that schedule. Not once. I stuck by it. I didn't even bring out the Christmas CDs until the day after Thanksgiving. I just didn't. It was wrong. Now, though, I am thinking that I might break that tradition. I am both intrigued and horrified at my desire to decorate early. It just isn't done. But I won't have time to decorate during the Thanksgiving holidays, and I don't want to be late decorating and then only get to enjoy everything for a couple of weeks.

I am still torn, though. It is an inner debate. Do I decorate early to be able to enjoy my decorations longer? Do I get out my Christmas music to get myself in the mood for holiday shopping and gift wrapping? Does that mean that by the time Christmas actually gets here that I will be so sick of all things Christmas (except the religious aspect, of course) that I will despise every last rendition of "Jingle Bells" that the local radio stations will play? I just don't know. On the other hand, if I wait and decorate a few days later (possibly up to a week, I mean, I work and I have other stuff to do), and then don't get to enjoy the music and the decorations as long, will I feel slighted when it is all over? Or will I feel like I did right by sticking by the family schedule? I know my family won't think less of me for decorating early, I'm just not used to it. It's amazing what a schedule/routine can do to you. It becomes hard to step outside of said routine.

Oh, well. I have a few more days to battle out my inner debate. I mean, it's only the 3rd of November, I have time. Any thoughts? When do you decorate? Do you do the family shuffle during the holidays? Do you get sick of "Jingle Bells" every year?

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I Want My Sticker

I voted this morning. It never crossed my mind not to do so. I'm an American. It's Election Day. It is not just my right (and my privilege), but also my duty as a citizen of these here United States. Plus, it is my firm belief that if you don't vote, you don't get to complain. And the odds of me staying tight lipped about something are pretty much slim to none. So I voted. Now, whatever happens, I can voice my opinion and have grounds to do so. I can celebrate, I can pitch a fit, whatever. I voted.

I voted, but I didn't get my sticker. My inner child wants my sticker. My outer adult wants my badge of honor. I earned it. It's mine, dang it. I got up earlier than normal. I drove to my polling location in the rain. I took the time to research candidates; their background, their stances, their beliefs. And then I voted. I want my sticker. Now it's too late. Boo that.

It is too late to get my badge of honor now. I voted approximately 13 hours ago. The polls are closed. I am currently writing this post, watching the election results, and working on cleaning more rooms of my house. Oh well. I know I voted. My poll volunteers have record of me. I don't really NEED my sticker. I just wanted one.

No, I don't need a sticker. I have a blog. I have an entire post. I VOTED.

Unrelated Side Note: Earlier today, Nick Bell, a member of the MSU Football, team passed away. It was only a few weeks ago they discovered he had a tumor in his brain. He was immediately operated on. He returned to the sidelines, wearing his sweats, to cheer on his team. Unfortunately, the tumor had metastasized and he returned to the hospital. He passed away this afternoon. My thoughts and prayers are going out to his family and the MSU football family.

Monday, November 1, 2010

Feeling of Accomplishment

I spent most of this evening cleaning my house. I am not done. Not even close. I still have a small feeling of accomplishment, though, because I at least made a dent in the to-do list.

I love football season, but it means that my weekend schedule is a little crazy. I am not always home on the weekend and when I get home on Sunday, which is generally my cleaning day, I am so exhausted from all the cheering and the road trip that I can't bring myself to clean all afternoon. So I do little things during the week, but by the time I finish the list, I have to start all over again. I feel like I never get anything accomplished. It really kills my work ethic. I mean, if as soon as I finish the loads of laundry, new loads have already piled up, what is the point? So I have to revel in my small accomplishments when I can. I have to remember that feeling, so that when I realize that my list is never ending, it's okay, because there is a point. That point being that I like a clean house and don't want to live in a sty.

I also need to remember that eventually football season will end and I will be home more often and I can go back to my schedule of full house cleaning on Sundays. It helps me start each week off right. When I come home on a Monday and things are already clean, I breathe a little easier. Of course, when that happens I will miss the insanity of football season. That's the cycle. The vicious, vicious cycle.