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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Monthly gift? Curse?

What do you call it?   I know that some gals call it the "montly gift, monthly curse, visit from Aunt Flo", it's all those things.   I hate it yes, BUT!  Every month it also makes me celebrate just a little bit.   See, NOW you think I'm know it.  You're thinking, "She can't possibly enjoy the cramps that make you want to scream, the bloating, the exhaustion, the impossible to stop leaks no matter how big the "wings" are or how fat the tampon, the craving to eat everything chocolate in the house(seriously nothing is safe).  No one celebrates the monthly curse!"  Well ok,  you're right...all those things are a real pain.   However, it also means (well for me anyway...I know stranger things have happened) that I'm NOT pregnant.  THAT is definitely cause to celebrate in my book.  I have four kids, that I love dearly, but I HATED being pregnant, it's complete and utter torture.  The aches, and pains, and having to pee every 5 mins, months of being pummeled by the resident alien that thinks it's funny.  Complete strangers coming up and patting your belly, EVERYONE asking you when your due, have you picked out a name? Is it a boy or a girl? UGH!!!
My husband is fixed and thank God for that, however we've all heard those stories..."it worked great for fourteen years and then viola I got pregnant"  YIKES!!! That's what scares me.  Stories like that!  So even tho I really do dislike it, it always makes me do a happy dance to have good hard evidence that there's no one else sharing my body.  
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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Is it really that hard? Is it?

Why is it that no one can seem to reach the recycle bin but me?  WHY?!  Especially because HALF of my family of six is taller than me, not that that matters.  So our city offers curb side recycling...nice feature, doesn't cost me anything extra, makes me feel good about doing SOMEthing for the planet....yea go for it.   The recycling bin sits outside the main entrance to our house, and about 10 feet from the kitchen sink. Now don't get me wrong, no one has a problem leaving the recyclables in the sink for me to rinse and put in the least they can handle that.  However!  I seem to be the only one that can fathom rinsing said articles and placing them in the bin.   I told(maybe hollered would be a better word) my husband about it, because he likes to eat tortilla chips and salsa for a snack, usually finishes off the salsa and then will NOT rinse it out but put the cap back on and leave it on the counter.  GRRRR!! That makes me mad!  So yea, I hollered about it.   OK so next time he had his late night snack I found the jar rinsed out and set on the counter w/ the lid on.   Well at least there's progress, but it's STILL 10 feet from the recycle bin.   I have 4 kids, two of them are teenage sons that are, like I said, both taller than me.  Again, not that this matters cause the bin sits on the ground.  Anyway, I hollered at them far nothing... I'll let ya know if it changes.  I guess I'll quit buying juice(their favorite thing to use the last of) until they can learn to take care of the empty bottles.  It's really NOT THAT HARD!