Friday, December 2, 2011

Christmas Time is Here

I have had my two faithful blog readers ask "Why no posts?" Well I'll tell you why. Because it is December and December means my busy season. I have a show coming up so every waking moment of my life has been devoted to getting Happy Days ready to be seen by the public. Nothing very funny has happened...until yesterday.

Yesterday was December 1st. Many things happened yesterday. The first being that it is the opening night of the show. I had also arranged for my two leads to be interviewed on CW33. It is a big day. This is how it began.

I woke up, much like any other day. I had a big day ahead of me so I had to shower and fix myself appropriately to be viewed by people unrelated to me. I slowly got out of bed, jumped in the shower, picked out my cute outfit that I was going to wear today. I iron it. I put the clothes on. I dry my hair. I straighten my hair. I even put on a full face of make up. The morning was going without a hitch and I was running only a couple of minutes behind. I was going to make it to work on time for the first time this week! Then I brushed my teeth.

While brushing my teeth I dripped a little bit of toothpaste on my shirt. I did not pay any attention to it, thinking it would go away. I quickly gathered my things and headed for the door. My car has been frosted over each morning so I decided to make 2 trips. The first to put my bag in the car and turn it on. The second to get the remaining things I needed. I thought maybe by my second trip the car would be mostly defrosted. So I take the first trip. Success. I take the second trip, grab the spare key and lock the door go to get in my car and it is locked. Yes. Locked. How it locked itself with the key inside running I will never know. But it did and this put me in quite the predicament.

Next are the thoughts that sped through my head:

Oh no! Oh no!
How in the world did that happen?
Spare key! I'll get the spare key and unlock it.
I'm clicking the spare key and nothing is happening.
Oh Gosh.
Ok, I'll call Will.
Phone, Phone, Phone....
Oh gosh. It is in the car.
No phone, no keys.
Oh no, it is 7:20. 
Next door neighbor.
Maybe he'll help me.
No answer.
I'll ring the door bell again.
No answer.
Oh gosh. This is bad.
It's cold.
Try the spare key again.
No luck.
Oh wait! Inside my keyless entry remote is a key.
I'll try that.
Oh boy! It is 7:30.
I'll text the secretary to tell her I'm running late. At least my windows were defrosted.

So off to work I go. I get to school about 8:15. Fix all the problems of the play. Oh! What is that? A mic is broken beyond repair. Awesome. That is 250 more dollars that I will have to pay. At least I will be headed out for a while. At 9:00 I take my kids and we get in the 15 passenger van and head toward Dallas. It was pretty awesome, I must say. They kids were so excited and did great!

We get to Dallas fine. I did not get lost. I did not get in a wreck. I parked the van very well. We go in hang out for a little bit and then it is our time to be interviewed. We all get up and the sound guy hands us our mics. Alex first, Taylor, then me. I look down to put my mic on and... remember the toothpaste from earlier.  Yep. It is huge. Like two dots the size of quarters. This is not an exaggeration. I am fixing to go on the news and special over here has toothpaste on her shirt. Embarassing. I fix it the best I can and we go on. I redeemed my self with the interview, except the interviewer through a curve ball and asked me an educational question.  "uhhh ma'am. This was not on the list."

We leave and I introduced my kids to the Irving staple, Big State Drug. We enjoyed a nice burger and shake and headed back to school.

The rest of the day ran pretty smoothly with the opening night of the show. By 10:30 though I was about to fall down. I went home, immediately took off my heels, put on sweatpants and crawled in the bed just to start it all over again today.

Thursday, November 3, 2011


Line of the day yesterday:

The Situation: This week I have been teaching my students how to build. We have been building two full size diner booths for our musical. Which by the way is Happy Days and you should come see it if you are in town. So yesterday I am on top of the booth and I am screwing in a screw with the drill. I drill the first bit that makes the whole and pull it out of the wood. Apparently it was still rotating and I swung it to my side to put down on the bench. But in the path stood my pants. My pants that were on my person. As soon as that spinning bit hit my pants, it immediately attacked my pants. I screamed. The kids screamed. I looked down and my pants are completely wrapped around the bit of this drill. So I first, calm the children. I reassure them that everything is all right. I assess my situation. Blood? No. Pain? No. Leg still attached? Yes. So I unroll the drill bit out of my pants and discover what it left me with.


After my horrific incident my students were pretty shaken up. They kept asking if I was ok and what not. I, as the good teacher I am, reassured them that things were fine and that I was glad it was me and not them.


Student: Mrs. Morris, are you ok? Are your pants ok?
Me: I'm fine. I guess it will give me an excuse to buy a new pair of sweat pants. I'm pretty sure that I've had these since freshman year of high school. Come to think of it...I think I've had these pants and these shoes since high school.
Student: (in all seriousness) They had converse back then?!?!
Me: How old do you think I am?

1. Will gave me the "and that's why you don't wear baggy sweatpants while using powertools" chat when I got home. What is the proper attire for working with power tools?
2. I should really throw those shoes away. They've built one too many sets in their day. Looking at them, I'm kind of embarrassed that I still own a pair....two pair...

It was a difficult day in the world of theater class. But we built an awesome booth! Will is hunting so I have lots of time to blog. Expect pics tomorrow!

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

T-minus 2 days until opening weekend

The time is nearing and the husband is getting giddy. Yes. It is November which means that the Opening of Deer season is within reach. Within hours I-20 will be full of trailers, trucks and rifles. Yesterday I learned that our very own Governor Perry announced that November is Hunter Appreciation Month. I feel like he did not consult his wife on that one. She would have said otherwise. I feel like maybe it should be Hunter's Wife Appreciation, but that is my own soap box.

But with hunting comes really nice dates that make up for the weekends away. Last weekend was our family retreat at church. We headed out to Glen Rose again. This year (just like last year) we decided to go down a day early and just have a nice "us" night. We ate at The Loft in Granbury again and it was even more delicious than last year. We had an amazing beer cheese dip with delicious garlic sourdough bread that I am still tasting in my mouth (and feeling in my hips).

But soo worth it. It was a nice night just to be us, not talk about work/church and have a nice dinner away. We ended the night with what every couple does...going to wal-mart to buy food for the retreat, going back to the retreat center, and going to bed.

But the retreat was fun! I did find a cute boutique while I was in town getting BBQ for dinner. I found this 22 dollar coozie. I feel like this sums up my life. I had no desire to spend 22 dollars on it, so I took a picture.

On the other hand, the retreat was a raging success! Will did a great job!

Well, I'm off to prepare myself for opening weekend. I am now a hunting widow from this Thursday til whenever he decides to come home. There will be a whole lot of craft making going on up in this joint.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Columbus Sailed the Ocean Blue

Busy life has begun. Here I sit in a prop rocking chair rocking my stress away on the stage at work before rehearsal starts. I figured I needed to get my creative funny juices moving, therefore, I have a story to tell.

Once upon a time there was a day called Columbus Day. This is a lovely holiday for teachers because they receive the day off: the day off to do whatever they want to do. Usually getting caught up on work. This particular Columbus day, I had talked Will in to staying home from hunting. We both lazily woke up...ok I lazily woke up on that Monday morning. We discussed what we would do for the day. What should we do? I suggested bike riding in Las Colinas. There is a great trail out there and I felt like doing something active on such a beautiful day. I thought that he agreed, but before I could get off the phone with my dad asking about the bikes, Will had called some guy about dove hunting and had reserved a dove hunt that evening. Not even that 3:30. It was currently 12:00. There was no way we could go bike riding now.

Communication error: Will thought I was joking about bike riding. I thought he was joking about hunting. Joke is on me.

When I realized that he wasn't joking and that we really were going dove hunting that afternoon, I needed some support. I immediately text Christin.  She is out in Abilene and would usually be my out at a time like this. Much like Brandon or Josh would be when I suggest a night at the ballet.

Her response:
So we did what any young professional couple in the city does on a day off, we went dove hunting. BUT FIRST! We must start the trip off right. I needed to return some pants to Gap. So, I traded my bike ride for a trip (a very quick trip) to the mall. But on the way back we somehow ended up at Academy because I "needed" camo to wear. Apparently, my pink siggie sing song shirt is too bright for the birds. I was thinking of myself as more of a beautifully large flower than a camoflauge mound of person. So I walked out of Academy with a camo pullover and pink earplugs for my delicate womanly ears.

But don't worry my friends. We sure did stop by Rudy's to get BBQ before we hit the road.

So we are driving, driving, driving. Past Fort Worth, Past Burleson....into Godly, Texas. Yes there is a Godly, Texas.

We meet some guy at a shell gas station and he takes us to his land. We saw 1 bird. Will shot 1 bird. We were there five hours.

I get really restless and fidgety when hunting, plus, I had to go to the bathroom and wasn't about to rough it. So I suggested we play a game of pass and play words with friends. We got two turns in and Will gave up.

Here Will is living out his hunting show. He was giving me a whisper play by play of what was going on.

A man and his dog.

The bird he killed.

Copper wanting to eat the bird he killed.

But don't you worry! We finished a good evening off with a good ole fashioned Captain D's dinner. A picture from my youth. There used to be one in Irving and we would frequent the establishment. There used to be coloring contests there all the time.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Our life in pictures

Life as of late:

We went to Abilene, the church of Christ mecca, for Lectureship or Summit or whatever they are calling it now. We stopped at a gas station in Eastland:

Yes, you may have noticed two cop cars as was pointed out to me via a follower on Instagram. We pulled into this gas station to switch drivers and use their facilities.   We switch drivers and because something always goes wrong when I get in the driver's seat. Something went wrong. I put it in reverse and this horrible sound was coming from my back tire when I would brake. Will got out, inspected it and called my dad. Then his resident church car guy. Then the manual. We decided it was a rock in the tire. But in this time behind us was an interesting situation occurring. Behind us was Barney Fife inspecting this guy's van. The inspectee was handcuffed and taken to the car. Then pulled out of the car. Then Barney Fife's buddy came and searched the van. Gave him the walk straight test and he failed miserably. Barney's second buddy showed up and now the suspect is handcuffed again and put into the front seat of squad car #2. But by then, we were leaving. Who knows what happened. 

Later that week, I did this: 

After I took that SAT for college graduates and began other things, like cleaning the house. One day I came home from working. All I wanted to lay on my wonderful couch and relax and this is what I found: 
But Wait..... Here is what wouldn't fit in this picture:

I had heard the toe clippings the night before as I play my nightly solitaire game and catch up on words with friends but did not expect to find them on the floor. Clippers and all. 

It really is the mundane things in life that make me laugh. 

For example: Last Sunday I was fed up with having too many condiments and frozen wild game in our fridge that I could never find anything. I was tired of constantly buying chicken stock when I knew I had just bought it, but I couldn't find it. So I decided to attack the kitchen. I went straight to the fridge and began pulling stuff out, checking expiration dates and throwing things away. I started in the fridge, then moved to the freezer. This is what I found! JACKPOT!

I went to grab it and this is what I found: 
Who would do such a thing?? Who eats all the thin mints and then puts the box back?

I moved on to the pantry in a sullen mood and threw away 3 trashbags full of expired condiments, cereals, bisquik that is as old as our marriage, and spices that saw their beginnings in Abilene. I put everything back in a very organized spot and I placed our categorized condiments in the door of the fridge. 

I live with Will Morris: 

Yes, you counted right. 
1 Stubbs BBQ
1 Salt Lick BBQ
1 Sweet Baby Rays BBQ (there were two but I combined)
2 bottles of Harolds (We had three but I combined two)
1 Jack Daniels BBQ
1 can of Perini's BBQ

If you add all of those together, yes. That equals 7 bottles of BBQ sauce. 6 different kinds. Who has that many bbq sauces?

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Another Day, Another Story

Last week for a pep rally, the school dressed up in their best 1970's wear. Most students confused this decade with 1960's but we'll give them a little room to grow since everyone of these children were born in 1995 and above. This particular day I had this conversation with a student.

The students were discussing the 1970's fashions they had seen that day.
Student #1: I don't know what they wore in the 70's. That was along time ago.
Student #2: Yeah, I don't know. Kelsie, what did YOU wear in the 1970s?
Me: Uhh, really?
Student #2: (who I know pretty well...well enough for her to call me Kelsie) What?! I don't know when you were born!
Me: Uh, 1986. I'm not 40.

Do your math children. Do your math.

Monday, September 26, 2011

I didn't do it.

Once upon a time...yesterday. It was a lovely Sunday and Will and I decided to go to a movie. He had been wanting to see this movie that Watermark Church had done (how I dream of going to a church that makes legit movies). It is called "Seasons of Grey." It is based on the story of Joseph. It is a pretty good movie. I would suggest it. Better done than Fireproof I must say. Anyway the lead character is Brady Grey. He is played by someone. But whoever it is...well just continue to read. So this is the guy that plays the lead.
So there is this scene where the above male comes out of his work office in a nicely tailored suit, open button up shirt, hair cut short in a "just got out of bed, but I worked hard on my look" hair do, and GQ black rimmed glasses. At this moment there is a very audible, "MMMM" from someone in the audience. Will immediately turns to me and says, "Did you just do that?" How do I get blamed for that? So I immediately start to giggle. Because 1. Every female was thinking it, just one was brave enough to say it out loud and 2. I can't believe he is blaming me! We spend the next two scenes giggling and me trying to stop it and seriously say that it was not me that voice my opinion about the lead character's looks. So, thanks who ever did that in the auditorium. I am now being blamed for looking at other men on the movie screen.

You know Will, I never gave you a hard time when Tami Taylor was on TV. 

Saturday, September 10, 2011

It is fall:

Deer, Guns, Football .... Musicals. Work. Lesson Plans.

Along with Football, you have homecomings. With homecomings you have my favorite thing ever, MUMS. The other day I had this preciousness of a conversation with one of my students.

Student (coming into my room): Do we have a dance for Homecoming? Can you believe SGP is like in two weeks. That is crazy.
Me: No, we do not have a dance. We are a church of Christ school which absolutely no dancing.
Student: Do we get mums? I finally figured out why they call mums, mums.
Me: Why?
Student: (in all seriousness) Because your mom makes them.
Me: (speechless and laughing - I couldn't hold it in. Forget considering the safety of the child's ego and all that nonsense they tell you in school) Uhhhhhhh....not exactly. Maybe try, its because the flower in the middle is a mum.
Student: Really? You're kidding. Ug, I'm never listening to so and so (whoever told her that) again!

Now I do not know many things but I do have an unusual love for mums. I will not lie when I say that I had ALL FOUR hanging on my wall until the day I got married. They only came down because my mom took them down and put them in a box. But have no fear...that box is in my my house....the one I share with my husband. Come over and I'll pull the prized possessions out and show them to you. This being the case, I'm pretty sure that Texas High School Mums did not originate in England.

Nope, definitely from this God blessed State: 
Along with the fall also comes lots of hunting shows. Our typical evening goes about like this: 
Will turns on the TV. It is either on the ESPN channel or the SPORTSMAN channel. He flips back and forth (as he is doing right now as I type). I join him on the couch with something to do such as my phone, computer, book, craft, etc. He will eventually ask for his phone. I will hand it to him. He will go to the calendar app and look for dates. He will nonchalantly say, "What are we doing the....first weekend in October?" I will solemly reply, "You are going hunting." And he will giggle like a little girl cause I have caught him red handed and reply, "Not necessarily." I will reply. "Yes, you will. No matter how many or how few trips you have planned at the beginning of the season you will weasel your way into a few more and before you know it I'm a weekend hunting widow." He will say all while STILL giggling, "Nooooooooo. But IT HAS STARTED BABY!!! I LOVE HUNTING!" I just smile and nod.  Some times he follows this with grabbing his bow and taking a few practice shots or taking his guitar and strumming the strings as if to play a good ole hunting song.

Another type of conversation that fully explains our adult life: 

Finally the other day Will brought in his camo fleece blanket out of the garage that has been sitting there since we moved in...two years ago. We .... I ..... washed it and made it all clean again. This blanket it the blanket I made him for his birthday one year and the blanket I always used to wrap up in at his house in college because he's an eskimo and I'm something from the equator. He likes it 40 degrees, I prefer triple digits. We would hang out and watch whatever I wanted on TV. Good shows. Quality television. The recent conversation went like this: 

Will and I are on the couch...watching something of his choice.
We are both under the blanket now because we are married and can sit close together....on the same cushion of the couch.
Me: Awe, I'm so glad that we got this blanket out. It's like college again. 
Will: Me too. I like it.  (I don't know if he actually said that, but for reinforcement of how important the quilt is and our time together....on the I will add it)
Me: (in a happy and sweet tone) It's like college again. We are sitting here on the couch, with this blanket........except we are not paying attention to each other. I'm on my phone playing solitaire and you have control of the remote.

Welcome to marriage. But I do love the guy.

On another note, I shared my idea of the "Youth Minister's Wife Intern" to a preacher friend of mine. He and his wife thought it was pure money. I'm pitching it to ACU next week. You are welcome all wives of ministers. 

Monday, August 29, 2011

Happy Birthday to You!

A few things to start off with:
1. Will and I went and saw Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers last Thursday and it was AMAZING. 2nd best concert I have ever been to. My dad took me to go see Bond (an electric string quartet) when I was in high school and that was pretty ridiculous. Steve Martin was right on up there. Us and a bunch of blue hairs and frumpy artsy girls with their artsy skinny jean plaid shirt wearing boyfriends.

2. I made a nerdy joke in reference to my Steve Martin experience. And it goes like this.
Will: Are you excited for Steve Martin?
Me: Yeah. What am I going to wear? I'll probably have to shave my legs.
Will: Probably
Me: I really have to shave my PITS. HAH Get a pit orchestra. We are going to the orchestra hall.
Will: You are a nerd. (Usually when I make a nerdy comment that he declares as something that would have kept him from dating me in high school, he makes this light bulb blinking thing above my head...he did it that time)

But most importantly Copper the dog turned 2. This now a toddler.  

I think it may have been either August 12 or 18th was when her birthday was. I remember being a Tuesday whatever date it was. ..... Well I just looked at a calendar and neither of those dates are Tuesdays. So, jokes on me I guess. Lets just say it was Thursday the 18 for funzies. Will and I went to PetCo to find a birthday present for the toddler. We scoured the store and found a "Treat Bar." So we got her lots of treats that looked like donuts, chocolate chip cookies, pretzels and such. This is a weird thought that crossed my mind while I was there. Why do dog toys resemble toddler toys? They do! In their color, function and design. Next time you have to go pick up a bag of science diet or Iams, check out the toys. Seriously. Anyway, We got her a cute little bone and threw her an impromptu party.

Here he is singing "Happy Birthday" to the kid.
Thanks mom and dad! I love the new PINK bone!

It's pink cause she is a girl...contrary to PUPular belief. HAHA Get it! POPular, except its a dog.

Gosh I crack myself up. 

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Some Beach Some Where

Holy Mother of Pearl...Two posts in three days! It must be the school year and we are either full of stories or at a computer long enough to document them.

First of all.... I wish I was saying hello from here:

and Will wishes he was doing this: 

Instead, I'm saying hello from my school desk, staring at a blank grey wall watching students highlight their scripts. So I'm going to go back to this lovely place of relaxation in my mind and tell you all about our vacation a couple of weeks ago! 

Where to start? I'll start with New Orleans. NOLA! It was awesome! We arrived in the Big Easy about 5 pm on a beautiful Friday evening...or what WAS a beautiful Friday evening. I bet you can't guess what the weather was like in NOLA? Yep. You know us well. It was raining. We come from a drought in the DFW area and are on vacation and it is raining. I swear we are like the rain makers or the rain man or something. So it was raining but water does not dampen our spirits. We checked into our bed and breakfast in the lower garden district. I will admit when I google mapped it, I was a little apprehensive to where we were staying. It looked like a warehouse district. But it was safe when we arrived and very welcoming. After checking in we made our way down to the reason for visiting NOLA... the french quarter. We ate a delicious cajun meal at The Gumbo Shop. Will got alligator sausage. Hmm. That was not a YUM HMMM that was a WEIRD HMMM. Then we set out to explore. Accidently ended up on Bourbon street, continued on Bourbon street, saw some very interesting things including but not limited to a woman booty dancing in a window next to a guy being shoved in the window by his best buddies and a "worker" flirting it up (fully clothed with her outfit in her backpack) with the regulars lined up outside. Yep, no question about it. We were on Bourbon. We turned around and headed toward the 2nd reason you go to NOLA, Cafe Du Monde. A funny story about this place.

Last time I was in NOLA it was on a family vacation. We were coming back from Destin and were stopping in over night. One of the things that we heard to definitely go do was Cafe Du Monde. So we did. Only my mom was stuck on us dressing up for it. So we go to the cool Alvin's Island in Destin and purchase beautiful summer dresses to wear to this "cafe." We don't even go to it. We stumble upon it while perusing the town. Its like an outside cafe with donuts..... It's a big joke in our family.

So I honored my mother and ate a few beignets at Cafe Du Monde. They were delicious!!

Because we are old, we turned in early to bed. Had a nice night and woke up the next morning to eat at only THE BEST RESTAURANT in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!


Gosh I love that place. My mouth is watering as I type about it. Will got some kind of eggs benedict.

That is his "Oh My GOSH! This is soo good" face. Told ya!

I got the french toast. It is made on a poboy bun with lots of goodness. And two callas (rice balls). Delicious!!!

Then we were off to be educational. Cause I love learning. We visited the Destrehan plantation on the out skirts of New Orleans. It was where Interview With A Vampire was filmed. It was pretty cool. We learned alot. Like that when a boy turned 14 they got their own house and that the reason that rice is so popular in the south is because they have no local grains. Who knew!?

Then we were off. Driving driving driving and driving some more through a whole lot of traffic. But because all of our vacations revolve around food and restaurants we had to stop at The Oyster House in Mobile, Alabama.

This is Will at the Oyster House. We ate there twice. Once on the way there and once on the way back.

We finally arrived in Orange Beach and made our selves at home in our condo with our friends and their children, played on the beach and began to fully enjoy beach life. On Monday we rented a pontoon boat with the whole group and putted around the bay for a few hours. One of the boats had two decks and a slide. Here I am going off like a true mom. Holding her nose and flailing.

Immediately after that I hit the water and came up....with only half a swim suit top on. There is a picture. I will not be posting it.

The day or two after we went for a cruise around the bay the wind and waves were REDICulous. Out of control. So the ladies made me grab a boogie board and hit the waves. I had never boogie boarded correctly before. I still have not ever boogie boarded correctly. But I sure look like I know what I am doing with that cool tye die board and the velco strip wrapped around my wrist.

And that about sums up our vacation. We had to leave early because I started work that week but all in all we had a great week. After coming home we spent two days here and were off again to go hang out with my college room mates in Horseshoe Bay by Austin. If you have every been there...pretty legit...and pretty good and expensive pina coladas at their pool side cabana bar.

This is us lakeside in Horseshoe Bay:

This is Will...working lakeside in Horseshoe Bay: 

Now back to reality. Next up... Copper's Birthday. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

I Miss My Maid

We live the life of nomads. As a result our home is only a transition point during the months of June, July and August to dump our things, repack and leave again. We have been everywhere this summer. New Mexico, Austin, Alabama, etc. Our most recent trip we went to Gulf Shores, Alabama and it was wonderful!!

And yes we took a family beach picture. Expect a Christmas card with this gem of a pic on it. 
What did we do while we were there you ask? Oh so much but certainly not enough. But that is not why I am here today. I will discuss our two weeks of vacation later this week. Why I am at my computer today on a lovely Sunday afternoon after a wonderful fajita meal at a local mexican restaurant, watching the Three Amigos dreading next Sunday when Sunday afternoon football starts and hearing my husband snore in the other room is because I need to make a confession. A confession that should only be made on TLC during an episode of some cleaning/style reality show.

I have the DIRTIEST house in America. I am embarrassed. This is not the way my mother raised me. 

Neicy Nash about arose from my closet to slap me silly on the sheer disgustingness of my house. I have spent most of my weekend playing the role of Cinderella cleaning this dump of a home. 

We had stuff piled up everywhere, closet doors were unable to shut, we had friendly unwanted animals living with us in our nook and cranies of our home. It was sad. I am not a clean freak by any means but when my house gets disorderly and nasty, my life gets disorderly and nasty. My sweet husband, on Friday, changed the sheets on the bed, MADE the bed, put his clothes away and cleaned the kitchen. Isn't he just special? Yes, he is. So I came home on Friday I figured I needed to get with it and begin. So I did. I started in the office and worked my way across the house. I have a compulsion where my cleaning must be orderly. ie - from one side of the house to the other, laundry first, pick up all things then clean surfaces. I did not get very far because I spent most of Friday evening in the office. The closet, where I keep my crafts, and my desk, where I pile school stuff were insane. I couldn't even see my desk or shut the doors of the closet. I found lots of things though. Like... the top of my desk, I found that. Then I found Will's camp binocs as the real hunters call them. That is short for binoculars if any of you city folk are not familiar with the lingo. I found some yarn and a knitting book (another one of those crafts I impulsively bought at Hobby Lobby and then never finished) and lots and lots of scrap book paper. It was a good cleaning but it took forever. When I finished I headed out to run a couple of errands and grab some dinner at Rudy's. It has been so long since we have...I have had....barbeque in this house it was seeming a little odd. It's usually a flour, butter and ozarka water. 

As a side note this thought crossed my mind while in the drive through at Rudy's. Can you order a bottle of beer through the drive through? It would be a closed container. Someone try it and let me know. Just for grins. 

So on Saturday I wake up bright and early at 12. Ok I woke up at like 9 but didn't get moving until 12. Finally I am forced out of bed by the sheer disgustingness of my bedroom and begin cleaning. Here is just a small bit of what greeted me. 

Yes, That is our sink. And no the disgusting part is not the brass faucet and the 1980's shell shape. EMBARASSING!

And this is our tub. You may have confused it for a college boy's tub. It is not.
It is the tub I bathe in almost daily. Check out that ring. It makes me shudder just thinking about it.

The dust rag from JUST my bedroom. 
A bag from under the bed. 
A small story about this little friend I found behind my toiletry box. For weeks we have been standing in our bathroom brushing our teeth wondering how in the world these sneaky cob webs are designing themselves around our light bulbs. I found the culprit. Again...embarassing. I am living with a soap scum bath tub and a spider.

I will not even begin to speak of our toilet. Lets just say our toilet seats were "wooden." So everytime you did your thing there was a serious threat of getting a HUGE splinter or plank in your "area." Friday I got NEW toilet seats! WHOOOOO! I never thought I would be so excited about new toilet seats but I so was! 

But after many many hours of cleaning with my Mr. Clean Magic bathroom looked like Mary Poppins had arrived once again to my house.