Crappy Jobs

As a domestic engineer, there are numerous household duties that I have to do to keep things running smoothly around the house.  I was thinking about all the things that I have to do and there are a lot that I really despise, some that aren’t too bad and others that I kind of enjoy.  As you might suspect, this is about the ones that I despise.

I have two baskets of clean laundry that have been sitting (one in the living room and one in my bedroom) full of unfolded clothes for over 24 hours.  I really dislike putting clothes away.  I’ll sort whites and colors, actually do the laundry and hell, I would even iron, if I actually needed to iron something, but folding and putting clothes away sucks.

Unloading the dishwasher is another thorn in my side.  I will wash dishes, load the dishwasher and even rearrange the dirty dishes in the dishwasher if someone does it not to my liking, but I loathe putting the dishes away.  I dislike not being able to carry more than 3 or 4 glasses at a time, putting those away, turning around, getting another 3 glasses and placing them on the shelf, etc.  I also dislike when they are still kind of wet or some gross water and food particles have accumulated in an overturned bowl or a divot in the top of a cup.

I watched an episode of Oprah a few years ago and she said she likes to have clean sheets on her bed at least every other day.  Obviously, Oprah wasn’t having to stretch, pull and tug fitted sheets over mattress corners, she probably made Gail do it.  Or pull beds out from the wall, remove copious amounts of stuffed animals or a bed rail in order to get dirty sheets off.  In that same episode of Oprah, they talked to a guy who hadn’t changed his sheets in over 4 years.  While that would be awesome not to have to change sheets once but every showing of the Olympic Games (see how topical I can be?), even that made me want to puke.

I don’t think I’m alone in my next crappy job.  No pun intended.  Cleaning the bathrooms is the worst.  There really isn’t anything for me to elaborate on with this one.  Bathrooms are disgusting by their very nature.  Cleaning them is even more disgusting.

My next domestic duty dislike may surprise a lot of people but I do not like making breakfast.  Even something as simple as a bowl of cereal is an irritation.  I’m not sure why because I do like to cook and if it’s the weekend, I tend not to dislike it as much, but it has long been something that I enjoy.  I think I probably just want to get up, have my coffee and watch the Today Show.

The final detested household chore is taking out the garbage.  Again, not shocking that this is something that I’m not entirely fond of.  Afterall, who likes grabbing a plastic bag stuffed with waste all the while attempting not to touch any of the disposed coffee grounds, food scraps and the occasional moldy piece of cheese found in the back of the refrigerator?  And don’t get me started on the smell.

The best thing about all of my despised drudgeries is that I hear that I can pay someone to do them for me!  Now I just have to figure out that issue of me being incredibly cheap.

Tessie Carlotta

This week my mom sent my Cabbage Patch Kid, Tessie Carlotta, to Kamryn.  I got her for Christmas when I was in 2nd grade and she was, without a doubt, my favorite present that year.

It was the first year that Cabbage Patch Kids were really popular and stores were running out of them in record time.  I am pretty sure I still believed in Santa Claus at the time so I wasn’t too concerned that I wouldn’t get one.  Santa Claus was sure to deliver the one thing that I had asked for.  That had to kind of suck for my mom since she did all the Christmas shopping.

I loved that doll.  I learned how to change diapers on Tessie.  My mom bought me a box of Pampers so I could change her, but the one thing that sucked was this was before the invention of the refastenable tabs.  These were the old diapers with the plastic like covering on the outside that tore if you tried to unfasten them.  I got Kamryn some diapers as well, and the very first thing she did was change Tessie because she still had on one of those 80’s diapers.  Kamryn was disgusted that she hadn’t been changed in almost 30 years.

Tessie had been resting quietly in a garbage bag in my parent’s basement for at least the last 10 years.  She kind of smelled like mildew so before my mom sent her out, she cleaned her.  I’m not sure what she did, but I swear I can still detect a hint of baby powder that all Cabbage Patch Kids smelled like out of the box.

Tessie Carlotta was my pride and joy.  She was my adopted little girl and I was pretty protective of her.  I remember my mom telling someone that her name sounded like a stripper and I got all pissed off.

Kamryn has already taken her over as her own.  With a fresh diaper on, Kamryn tucked her into her bed last night with a makeshift nightgown on.I had long lost the birth certificate that came with Tessie, but unbeknownst to me, you can order new birth certificates!  My mom ordered a new one for Tessie and sent it along.








I’ll admit it, I’m happy to have Tessie back under my roof.  She’s a quiet child and only needs changing once every 30 or so years.

Flashback Friday


This was Kamryn’s first 4th of July.  She was just shy of 9 months old and I thought I could pose her in our front yard with two little American flags waving next to her.  As you can see, that didn’t happen. 

If I remember correctly, I printed those flags off on paper and stuck them to some chopsticks.  I’m not sure why I taped the stick on the wrong side of the flag, though.  I’m sure I had my reasons.

I have always been a fan of Independence Day.  Who doesn’t love some freedom?  But beyond celebrating our great country, this holiday is the epitome of summer.  Picnics, fireworks, parades, and parties. 

Growing up in the Midwest, I felt like 75% of the 4th of July’s were ruined because of rain.  The firework show would be postponed and if it rained on the rescheduled date, they were usually canceled.  That was always a real kick in the pants when you were a kid that just wanted to see some fireworks.

We haven’t started a 4th of July tradition with the kids.  I don’t know that we need to since as soon as they are old enough to go hang out with their friends, Ryan and I will get ditched anyway.

I may try to bring back the tradition of taking a picture of the kids with some kind of American paraphernalia in the background.  They are going to really appreciate that in 5 years – especially Rory when I try to get him to dress up like a Yankee Doodle Dandy.

Memorial Day

Today we remember all of our fallen soldiers and give thanks to those who have served and continue to serve to keep our country safe and allow us the freedoms that we enjoy.

What Have I Gotten Myself In To?

A couple of months ago I read a blog about a family that was a member of NCP, National Consumer Panel.  She didn’t really describe what she actually had to do, but instead focused on all of the great things she had gotten from the company for being a member.  A few weeks following that post, she had posted that they had opened up new zip codes, meaning there may be an opportunity to become a member myself and get a scanner.

Not at all thinking about what this might entail, I went ahead and clicked on the link and signed up.  To my disappointment, they didn’t have any available scanners for my area.  Oh well, I thought.

I forgot about it and then two weeks ago I got an email asking me for more information about my purchasing habits and ultimately my address so my scanner could be shipped out to me!

I was excited about this for some reason – again, still not finding out what I really had to do.  Today my scanner arrived via Fed Ex and I got a glimpse at what is surely to be a huge pain in my ass.

My scanner.

In short, I have to scan everything I buy. Everything.  And it’s not just me!  If Ryan gets a Snickers at the vending machine at work, I’m supposed to scan that candy bar UPC code.  And it’s not just scanning the product.  I have to say whether I used a coupon, the price, where I bought it and how much my total order was.  Like I said – a huge pain in my ass.

I reluctantly logged on to my profile once I read through the scanner’s users manual.  I will be awarded points if I scan my purchases and then download the data once a week.  I wanted to find out how many points I needed in to get the flat screen TV that was on the cover of the manual.  As it turns out, I need 317,000.

OK, that’s not too bad.  They started me off with 1,000 points just for signing up so maybe if I do this for a few months, I’ll be able to get the TV and then I’ll just quit.  Now to find how many points I get each week for sending my data.  I found the information in one of the three booklets they sent me.  For the first six months I earn 150 points a week.  The number of points awarded increases the longer you are on the panel – up to 325 per week once you hit six years!

Let’s just pretend that I do this for longer than a week.  In fact, let’s pretend I do it for a full six years.  I will have accumulated 89,780 points just for my data submissions.  Apparently, I can earn additional points by taking surveys and I am awarded extra points on my three, six and one year anniversaries.  Who knows how many, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say that it isn’t 227,200 in gift points because then I could actually get the TV in six years.

I’m going to give this the old college try for a month.  I am sure that I’m not going to be excited about scanning in that pack of gum I grabbed at the convenience store or figuring out how I input the car wash I got after I got my gas.

I think it’s a marketing strategy to tell people that they don’t have any available scanners.  They want all of the suckers to think that these are incredibly sought after and I am unbelievably blessed to be able to receive one.

I’ll be utilizing that return address label that came with my scanner before you know it.

Hella Lame Post

I’m not in the mood to write anything today.  I ran this morning, we spent a couple of hours at the pool midday, ran to Target this afternoon and now after a belly full of pizza and wine, I’m waiting to check out this solar eclipse in about an hour.  I also didn’t sleep from 1:30am  – 4:00am.

I have seen people do Wordless Wednesday posts and other similar alliteration titles so here is my Silent Sunday.



Weekly Menu 5/14/12

Last week my menu got really screwed up.  Ryan was out of town, we had playdates and school functions so this week will actually be making up from some of the things I planned on making last week.

Monday – Souplantation!! – It’s a good way to start off my week.  I picked Ryan up from the airport this morning and what better way to welcome him home than to take the whole family out for dinner?

Tuesday – Tacos – We had tacos at our playdate on Friday and I was responsible for bringing the meat.  There was a ton of meat leftover and normally I would leave that with the host of the playdate, but she and her family are vegetarians and wanted nothing to do with my ground carcass.

Wednesday – Tater Tot Casserole – I didn’t make this last week because we were eating other leftovers.

Thursday – Baked Potato Bar – Finally something new!  The last time I made these I put them in the crockpot.  They turned out really well so I’ll do that again.

Friday – Shrimp, Leek and Spinach Pasta – I love this pasta.  It’s a nice change from the boring spaghetti that I make when I’m in the mood for pasta.

Saturday – Pulled Pork Sandwiches – I have a HUGE pork shoulder that has been in the freezer for a couple of months that we need to eat.  I love this recipe.  We’ll have pulled pork sandwiches on Saturday and then have Carnitas the following Monday.

Sunday – Asian Salmon – Once the weather stays consistently warm, I always crave fish.  Before Kamryn was born, I used to grill salmon with chili powder, salt and lemon 3 or 4 times a week for my dinner.

Last week I spent an all time low at the grocery store.  My total bill for a week’s worth of groceries was $78!  I did have a coupon for $10 off my bill, but even $88 may be a record.