I was snuggled into my bed last night when these thoughts started running through my mind like a tornado and I remember thinking, "Yes!! FINALLY!! Something worth spending my time on to write a decent post."

That was the last thought I remember before falling asleep.

I got to work this morning and had intentions of posting those thoughts from last night but when I sat down at the computer, something strange happened.

I LOST MY MEMORY!!!!!

I racked and racked my brain and tried to remember all those thoughts that swirled around in my brain last night but they must've got blown away because I don't have shit. Nada....zip....zilch. Not even an inkling of a memory about those thoughts.

I think I fell out of the bed, bumped my head and this has to be the result of amnesia.

Hey.......anything's possible.

I don't really mean to toot my own horn

but........

I hit a triple last night during our softball game that sent in three runs and put us at 10 runs in the first inning.

It's probably the FIRST triple I've EVER hit out of all the years I played softball so yeah....I was a little excited.

Unfortunately with the great beginning to the game, we still ended up losing 13 to 11 BUT there are some issues with the way the Ump called several plays, that even the other team was scratching their head on, and a few other issues with this particular Ump that were going to be brought to the bigwigs attention today. It won't get the loss back but maybe he won't be on our field next time. We suck enough as it is, we don't need an Ump making bad calls

Very seldom do I sit in the breakroom at work during lunch. Mainly because when it comes to lunchtime, I need to get OUT………and………well………because the guys that eat in the breakroom are pigs!

Every time I go in there after them, there’s food on the table, the floor, the sink…just about every surface has some food particle sitting, stuck, glued to it. It’s rather disgusting.

I'm not sure at what age the 'experts' say a person should learn to clean up after themselves I'm pretty sure it's YEARS before you're between 20 and 50.   These guys that sit in the breakroom seem to leave anything and everything where ever it may land in the breakroom with no thought to anyone else that may want to sit in there and try to enjoy a clean, quiet lunchtime.  I think all but one of these guys are single.  Maybe their table manners contribute to this fact.

That really doesn’t have much to do with my post but just thought I’d throw it in there anyway because it bugs me.

Anyway………. I did venture into the breakroom yesterday. AFTER scrubbing a spot on the table to put my plate I sat down to eat my lunch. While I was eating, I grabbed a magazine that was laying on the table and started flipping through it. I wasn’t really paying attention to much in the magazine until I came across a short article, or more like a list, of things that should speed up cleaning time around your house and thought…hmmm…..maybe they have some good ideas here…..so I started reading.

Most of the stuff is common sense. I just don’t always apply it to MY house. I can’t say I learned anything earth shattering in the house-cleaning department but I did have one small section that stuck in my head. Probably because it irritated the heck out of me.

They suggested that you put a laundry basket in each person’s room and when a person’s basket is full, have them bring it to the laundry room to be washed. By having everyone in the home, including the husband, bring their own basket of dirty clothes to the laundry room, it saves YOU time by not having to go from room to room to gather clothes to be washed. They suggested adding a certain amount of vinegar to the wash instead of bleach and that way you can wash the whole basket of clothes without worry about separating colors and this will save time also. Once washed, dried and folded, all YOU have to do is put the corresponding clothes in the right basket and return to the person for them to put away.

HMPH…..

What the hell is wrong with EACH PERSON doing their OWN laundry (using your own discretion as to when children are ready to wash their own, of course)???????? If each person was to do his/her OWN laundry, this would save YOU enough time to do something much more valuable and interesting…………..like maybe……….teach the MALES in the family how to clean up after themselves and wipe a table off!!!!!

 

 

I mean no disrespect to anyone with males in the family or anyones parenting skills. Hell I have two males in the house myself so I know how tough it can be to get them to do things at times but table manners is the one thing that they BETTER learn.........real damn quick or they don't sit at my table and that goes for anyone....male or female.  It's pretty simple.  Eat like you have some sense and clean up after yourself.  It's not a complicated concept.  To most.

 

Thought I'd share this email I received..........

 

 

This sure simplifies the election for me, how about you?

Leave it to the Irish to cut through the crap and make the whole issue crystal clear.

Thoughts from across the pond... An email from Ireland to the brethren in the states....a point to ponder despite your political affiliation:

 

'We, in Ireland, can't figure out why people are even bothering to hold an election in the United States this year.

On one side, you have a pants wearing woman lawyer, married to a lawyer who can't keep his pants on, who just lost a long and heated primary that they still haven't paid for yet, against a lawyer who states he is 'black' when it is documented that he is only 12% 'black', who goes to the wrong church, who has stated that he wants his countrymen to learn to speak Spanish rather than English, who refuses to put his hand over his heart and say the pledge of allegiance or wear the flag of the country he wants to run, who can't remember if there are 50 or 57 states in his own country, who is married to yet another lawyer who doesn't even like the country her husband wants to run.

Now...On the other side, you have a nice old war hero whose name starts with the appropriate 'Mc' terminology married to a good looking younger woman who owns a beer distributorship.

What in Lord's name are ye lads thinking over there in the colonies??

I went to my first auction on Saturday.

It was an estate auction that was down the road from our house and Hubby wanted to go see what they had and asked if I wanted to go. At first I wasn’t going to go. I didn’t think I would like it and since the only thing that I gather in my pockets anymore is lint, I told myself it would be a waste of time. After some persuading on Hubby’s part and one look around the yard that was waiting to be attended to, I figured, “What the hell…why not?”.

The old man that once lived at the house was a recluse. There was only a handful of people that actually talked to him a few times. I don’t think anyone really KNEW him all that well. I’ve passed his house almost everyday for 16 years and I’ve NEVER seen the man. People that live directly across the street from him never seen him. Maybe he just lived his life at night when everyone else was asleep. I don’t know. He was found beside his pond one day, face down in the dirt with a bump on his head. His death sparked some pretty wild imaginations among the ‘hood’ but in the end they (meaning the police, medical examiner) had said that he had a massive stroke and hit his head on a huge rock as he fell.

His wife and kids….(that was a shock to the hood)……….didn’t want the property so it was put up for auction on Saturday along with the contents of the house…or what I thought was the contents of the house.

Once we got there, Hubby took off in one direction while I headed straight towards the goods. I was curious to see what they had. Ok..ok…I was being nosy as hell. I’ve never seen this man and there have always been plenty of rumors (I know…I know…believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see)…BUT…..I wanted to find out if the contents gave away any clues as to what the man was like.

What I saw as far as contents of the house only made me more confused as to what type of character lived at the house. There were Persian rugs, numerous oil paintings, porcelain dolls, Avon bottle and collectors plates, a fur coat, quilts, sets of plates, glasses, fishing poles and other fishing junk, lamps of almost every shape and size, numerous chairs but none that matched any other that was there. There were women’s clothes, kids clothes, men’s clothes. There were a few toys there. There were tons of books….from the romance novel to western to self-help. A very, very nice grandfather clock. A curio cabinet with different crystal figurines, porcelain figures, plates, etc. It was just an odd assortment of stuff that. I’m not sure what I expected but it wasn’t that. Come to find out, the stuff was brought in from the outside. As far as I know, maybe the old man didn't have any contents.

Anyway, the auction got underway. Never having been to one before, I was watching how it worked and what kind of prices the stuff was going for. I had walked around before it started with nothing really jumping out at me so I didn’t bother to get a number. About halfway through the auction, I was looking around at the different stuff when my eyes fell upon a set of three park-like benches that screamed, “BUY ME, BUY ME!!!!”

So I went and got my number.

The auction took FOREVER. I guess it was because I was waiting for the benches to come up and they kept on and on with the small stuff. I was sitting on one of the very benches that I was planning on bidding on talking to a guy beside me about the different stuff that was going and the pricing. He then told me that he was only bidding on one thing.

The benches.

Well, go figure. He had just won the bid against Hubby for some other item. We continued talking…mainly about the benches and then some other guy joined in saying he was thinking about the benches too.

Wonderful…great…The only thing I wanted and I won’t end up with because someone else will out bid me. I already had my price limit in mind and wasn’t going to budge over it even by a dime.

Well…..It seems I didn’t really need to get my panties in a twist anyway.

When they pulled one of the smaller benches to the front, the auctioneer’s voice crackled in the microphone, “Who wants to start me out with a $2,000?”, I almost fell OFF my bench.

I don’t have THAT much lint in my pockets. I was thinking I could scrape enough money if I saw something that I really, really wanted that was a good price but $2000 was not in my ‘good price’ category.

Those benches could sit there and rot for all I cared but that was not the sentiment of the guy I had been talking to earlier about bidding on the benches. Once no one took the bait for the $2,000 that the auctioneer threw out, he threw out some lower numbers to get the bid started. The guy beside me was really excited when it go low enough for him and he was getting into the whole bidding war that was going on between him and another guy. When the auctioneer rattled out $175, the guy bidding stopped for a second and looked at me asking if that was for all three pieces. I hated to destroy his happiness but I had to tell him that it was for EACH piece. His grin turned straight and he looked like he had just lost his puppy. He stopped his bidding. They were sold for $200 each.

I talked to that guy for a few more minutes and then made my way back around to my original standing place. There I noticed an old dry sink, some other small cabinet type thing and an old pedal sewing machine. Three items I would be bidding on.

I missed the sewing machine bid because I was too busy waiting for fries and a drink. It sold for $22.50. Unbelievable. I got out-bid on the dry sink and the other cabinet because I wasn’t willing to scrape that much lint into a piece of furniture that I had really had no room for to begin with.

Although I didn’t get any of the stuff that I wanted, I had a blast and met some really interesting people.

I think Hubby may created a monster.