The first day of Spring (cleaning) Break

I have let the urchins loose with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of Windex.

With the exception of needing to go buy paper towels (as there is no concept of ‘conservation’) this is a decent trade-off that I must embrace more often, rather than worrying about waste.  It’s either clean windows or more dysfunction from the tv.

Clean wins almost every time.

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It is Spring Break.

I am celebrating by keeping the Bits home from school (as the car castle is in the shop due to the motor that runs the back seat window falling apart and the window itself sliding down every time the car is run…can’t wait for This bill) and have scrubbed the bathroom, dusted the living room and am selectively mopping the floors.

I have gone here before, but I would like to reiterate that, as much as I appreciate the Swiffer, it pains me to go back over the Swiffer-ed area with a regular mop to keep my slippers from sticking to the floor.  I would offer that I wish I had more carpet, except the evil rat-mutt continues to find reasons to sneak a pee into various parts of the floor where I can’t always see it.  Better ruined wood floors than carpet.

I think.

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I’m also doing the laundry that I couldn’t get done yesterday, only to find out that I’m almost out of detergent and the new box of detergent is…

in the car castle.

Fricken-fracken.

The Ba has taken to muttering about the state of the laundry and has decided to again do his part to show me how it’s done…

By doing his own laundry.

Gee!  Wow!

That is Such a help!

He’s also somewhat beginning to take over the sheets and such, except we continue to fight about just how much one can put in a front-loading washer.

He doesn’t think he can put all the sheets in there.

He thinks his own shirts and underwear is one load.

Granted, there is a happy medium between me shoving all the sheets and possibly the bedspread in there, but I’ll take less loads any day.

I really, really, REALLY need to be single.  (Possibly with no kids, but then who would clean the windows?)

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I also have aspirations to do a major toy clean-out this week.

Problem #85,892 is that I have this intense desire to attempt to get some form of cash for them.  (And the clothes and strollers that have been cluttering up the basement for, um, over two years now?  ahem.)

But deep down, the thought of another garage sale attempt and making a whopping $25 for setting everything up makes me just want to load it all up and get it to Goodwill, Pronto.

Dagnabbit.

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Now it’s on to Facebook.

I read an entertaining, yet totally predictable, article about Facebook recently.  Saying that ‘we’ (yes…the eight or so of you who still manage to read here are about my age and therefore, you are also part of ‘we’) have taken over Facebook from the youngsters and therefore they are running over to Twitter.  (Funny.  Logic is the one who got all of us going on Twitter last year and is the one who informed me that we needed to take Facebook back from the kids.  She’s just so crazy-cutting-edge!) 

Yes.

I have caught up with tons of high school friends but am suddenly running into that old ‘high school’ dilemma.

I had a girl friend me who I never really liked in high school and she was part of the popular crowd and I don’t remember even really being her friend, other than she was a cheerleader and I was a pom-pon girl in junior high.  And she sent me a friend request.  And it was the weirdest thing and I really didn’t know what to do about it.  Because, Really?

So, I ended up friending her anyway, so as not to be rude.

There are now four friend requests sitting in my inbox.

One is The Mom.  Leftover from November (or so).  And I still can’t bring myself to friend her, because I am in no mood for the ‘you can make little updates in fb all day long, but you can’t pick up the phone to call me or send me an email or blahblahblahblahblah.

I’m a horrible child.  But, Honestly.  I Know how it will go.

#2 is a guy from college who had a crush on me and was not exactly the most normal person and one of those who you were nice to, (so as not to be rude), but you could tell he had a crush on you and there was no way that you were ever going that route, and really wouldn’t be a ‘friend’ either.  You just bumped into each other on a small college campus and were polite.  I haven’t hit ‘ignore’ yet (because there’s a part of me that thinks that is rude, too.) but I really don’t see why I would be his friend ‘here’ when I don’t want to be in the real world.

#3 is a girl from junior high who was one of those fringe friends.  We fought a lot and I don’t know that I really liked her all the much because she was as much of a know-it-all as I was (but possibly moreso) and we kind of hung out because there weren’t that many other people that were in our area.  She crawled out of the woodwork and friended me and I will more than likely friend her, if for no other reason than to see what she is up to.  Which I guess is what fb is all about anyway.

#4 is someone that I don’t recognize.  A bunch of my friend have friended him and the name is remotely familiar, but I’m going to have to go get a yearbook, because his picture is doing nothing for me.

I’m somewhat entertained by the likes of Show Host  (who has yet another person on her fb page that she’s talking to about the tv job…/snort…I think it may be time to just give up on that one) who basically friends everyone who asks.  She has like 400+ friends and the downside to being someone in the ‘public eye’ is that suddenly you have to monitor what you are doing and saying, because it’s one thing to do crazy or stupid stuff to friends from your past and quite another to let complete strangers into your ‘life’.  I don’t want any of that, thankyouverymuch.

There are also a number of people that I see out there as ‘friends of friends’ who I would love to find out ‘what happened to you’, however, there’s that pathetic junior high part of me that never died that Doesn’t want to be that person that someone else is thinking (or writing) about saying, “I never really liked her anyway, why is she friending me thirty years later?”

And so, I will sit back and wait and see if these people ever get motivated to friend Me and think more about those of us who have embraced the web and those that jumped on board fb but are never on and never update.  You all know that there are very much those two categories of folks out there.

Anyone else have these kind of issues with fb?  Anyone else willing to share so that I don’t have to continue to have these feelings of inadequacy (that I manage to beat down much more easily than when I was in junior high)?

I know have to decide how much more cleaning to do and when to force my butt onto the treadmill.  Because I Will be running the Firecracker Fun Run on July 4th, but if I don’t get myself going, I will be walking most of it and will never even come close to that one hour mark.

rah.

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