The Life and Times of Little Ms Trouble
A glimps into my chaotic life. Sometimes the chaos happens on its own other times I make it happen.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Plan of Attack
I spent the whole day at my sister's place trying my hardest to come up with a plan of attack concerning the messy house.
I truly would like to clean the whole house for my sister as a belayed birthday present. But the extent of the messiness is driving me to the nut house and I have yet to start cleaning.
I walked around the house in a daze wondering where to start. There is no rhyme or reason to the mess.
I guess the adage start out small and end big is a good place to start. But the problem with that is there are only two small areas and those are the main bathroom upstairs and the half bath downstairs.
Looks like I'm going to have to employ the help of my mom if I want to get the whole house clean.
My house might be a mess but at least it is a controlled mess on the other hand my sisters place is a run away freight train of mess.
The thought of it is giving me a headache from hell.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I'm not waiting anymore.
That is it, I refuse to wait anymore. Hoepfully the battery has enough juice in it for me to download my pictures.
The Waiting Game
Still patiently waiting for my battery to charge so I can upload my pictures from yesterday's storms that passed through Columbus around 5:30.
Four or five shots into my excursion my battery died and I was unable to shoot anymore.
Just my luck I either do not have my camera with me when a great photo presents itself or if I do have my camera with me the battery dies within a few minutes of starting shooting.
I really need to find an extra battery for my camera. It is a Kodak Easy Share DX6490 so if anyone knows where I can pick up an extra battery I would greatly appreciated the information.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Horoscope for: Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Your focus is on the future, even as you state your case for the decisions you previously made. Others might question your values, but there's no need to convince them of the validity of your beliefs, for your faith is not in doubt. Keep in mind, however, that it's not necessary to know it all; just move forward toward your destination.
My destination is to marry Ken. Now I have not changed my stand on the two year rule I made when Ken and I started dated. But 6 months has passed and I need to start working my ass off to get things done.
I want to start working towards my LPN. Then there is the fact that I would love to get my own place and live on my own for awhile. The job.
I can start researching the job market and the schools there in Indianapolis and the surrounding areas, the next time I go see Ken. I think the last time I looked there were three hospitals near Carmel.
The domesticated goddess trip hit a snag foo, I forgot to make my bed this morning. But I did do the dishes, most of my laundry, and sweept the floors. Now if I could find someone willing enough to teach me how to cook, I would be set.
Well it is time to get off of here and go to bed. I have to work tomorrow morning then it is off for an afternoon of shopping with Kerry.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
I'm Not A Domesticatd Goddess and Neither is My Sister
Remember when I said I wasn't a domesticated Goddess.
Well neither is my sister.
I was over at her house this evening and I cannot believe how mess it is. Three or four days worth of dishes piled in the sink, clothes (clean or dirty only the man upstairs knows for sure) are strung all over the place. There are dirty tissues all over the place. The bathroom is a mess that I don't even want to talk about.
My mom would say its because she has two kids, and that she works. I would say it's because she is downright lazy.
How hard would it be to out your dirty clothes in a hamper instead of on the floor? How hard would it be to wash the dishes the same day/night you dirty them?
How hard would it be to teach your youngest to throw away her dirty tissues?
The above would not be that hard to do yet those things are never done.
I swear if my mom should ever complain about how I keep my house I will kill her.
Well I'm so out of here before the dirtiness kills me.
Talk to you all later.
A domesticated goddess I am not.
But I'm trying my darnest to become one.
I don't think it matters to my cats one bit if I can cook, and clean like Martha Stewart, but I get a sneaky suspicion that it would matter to Ken.
So in the interest of bagging Ken I learning what it takes to be a domestic goddess.
For the past four days I have made my bed to some extent. Ok it was only three days, on Sunday I completely forget to make it.
But this is an achievement in its self. I have never been one who likes to make bed. In the past 15 years my bed has probably been made maybe 36 times if that.
Now if I could learn how to cook.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Ken texted messaged me at 12:11
Hey whats up kitty? Could you send me kerrys full name im going to get her a present she can use almost anywhere
I was going to text message him back but instead I called him. I just wanted to hear his voice.
Almost two hours later we hung up.
The conversation started out about Kerry and what Ken was going to get her for her birthday.
Then it went to what kind of movies we like. Ken likes the classics as much as I do.
Then some how we got to looking at engagement/wedding rings.
Ken has wonderful tastes and no matter what ring he would get me I know I would like it and I would be proud to wear it.
Here is a picture of a couple he picked out.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Thinking of Ken
For several days now I have been thinking a lot about Ken and our relationship.
I have a longing to spend the rest of my life with him.
Yes I wanted to be his wife and yes I want to be the mother of his children.
I really want this relationship to last forever and a day.
Ready for Spring
Spring is not far; I can smell it in the air.
The birds are coming back; their songs are priecering the early morning silence.
Earlier last week I slept with my fan on and on Thursday I drove around with the sunroof open and my windows down.
At the moment we’re going through a rough patch; temps are in the teens; downright cold if you tell me. But I heard the temps should rebound by the end of the week.
I’m ready for spring. I’m ready to work outside at Crew Stadium and soak up sun. I’m ready to go swimming, and hiking. I’m ready to go bare foot and wear light weight clothes.
Little Bi-Boy (as I like to call Chuck) is going to get an ass chewing the next time I see him.
We were supposed to go out last night and that little bi-boy stood me up.
He called my cell phone @ 7 and he hung up before I could answer the phone. Then he called the house and I was still on the computer. I waited around for a little bit thinking he might call back but he never did.
So I finished up getting ready and I left.
Got to his house and he was not there.
It’s like come on I thought we would not be going out until 9 or so.
But no he wanted to go out at 7.
I’m beginning to see what Sassy said about him. She had warned me that he was an impatient person.
Boy is he ever.
He wants what he wants now and he is unwilling or unable (or both for that matter) to wait for it.
I was going to look for him, but I really did not feel comfortable walking into Blazzer’s by myself, so I went over to the Chamber to look at some things.
I probably would have gone off on him if I would have found him so it was a good thing that I didn’t.
I was and still am mad at him for doing me the way he did.
I looked good. My makeup stayed in place, my hair wasn’t its usual frizzy mess, and my come backs and attacks were right on the mark.
But the night was not a loss, I met up with Matt at Willey’s and Kerry came in after work.
Judy is kicking my poor girl’s ass and she was worn out.
We stayed for awhile. Kerry asked me if I would come over and help her color her hair and I said yes.
Matt had fed the jukebox full of quarters, so that meant we had to stay until his songs played. We gave up by midnight and we decided to go home.
Before I left I had to get one of my digs.
“Matt, are you going to be able to find your way home, or do you need me to leave a trail of bread crumbs for you to follow?”
By the time Matt got home it was after 1:00 and I had the hair coloring in Kerry’s hair.