Friday, May 23, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
PS. If you are thinking of getting a pet, please consider adopting one from your local shelter or rescue group instead of buying one. There are so many animals there that are waiting for a family. Petfinder.com is a great site that will show you animals that are available for adoption in your zip code, both in shelters and in rescue groups.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Woke up and did the HUGE mound of dishes and pots and pans that's been gathering by the sink for days
Cleaned the rest of the kitchen
Cleaned out Dario's cooler that he brought home from camping
Totally cleared all the clutter out of my bedroom and freecycled stuff I didn't want
Cleaned and vacuumed carpet upstairs
Did 3 loads of laundry, including bedsheets
Bought and picked up a dresser off Craigslist
Painted a wicker table
Painted the new dresser
Hung a bird feeder high up in a tree
Took another trip to the store to buy bird food, and filled the feeder (had to be on a ladder to do this)
Painted my front door (it looks like heck by the way, so I'm gonna have to paint it again)
Cleaned up all the messes from my paint projects
Walked the dog in the dark
And now lookee here- I'm bloggin!
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
So Logan was over here on Friday, and he and Roman were playing nicely. Then Roman walked into my room and I asked him what he and Logan were doing. "Playing,"he said. "Oh?" I asked. "What are you playing?" "Little People," he answered. Okay. Good. They can't get into much trouble with Little People.
Or so I thought.
Roman went back into his room and a moment later I heard Roman say to Logan, "No! You're gonna get it wet!"
"AH HA!" I thought. 'They're playing with water! I've caught them! And early enough that there can't be much mess!" He was, after all, just in my room. So I marched in there ready to take away the cup of water that they had probably sneaked (snuck?) in there from the bathroom. As I opened the door, Roman dove under his bed with the contraband. And it was not water. Oh no. It was much, much worse. Here, I'll give you a clue:
It wasn't these red hot atomic bomb jawbreakers which they apparently tried first and then decided against-
Here you go.
This was after I drug Roman out from under the bed with the jar of peanut butter in his hands. Apparently our games of hide and seek, where he hides under the bed every time and I come into his room and check everywhere else first while saying, "Where is that Roman?", have convinced him that he is virtually invisible under there. Roman saw the camera and immediately started smiling about it, but I did my best to remain angry while saying in my meanest voice, "Stop smiling! This is not funny! And hold your hands up so you don't get everything messy!" (and so I can get a picture) "You are very naughty boys!" Click.
This is his smile starting to fade when he realized I really was not happy, even though I had a camera in my hand.
I made him try to scrub it off himself. That frustrated him. And I was GLAD. GLAD!!For all the mess they had on themselves, there were only a couple little streaks on the carpet from where Roman's arms hit as he lurched under the bed. I think there was probably a little around the room that I didn't see too, since I caught Chester in there a while later licking the toys, but he cleaned it up well, because I haven't seen any since.
A day in the life with Roman.