*I sometimes wonder if my standard of cleanliness is only one degree cleaner than "light-a-match-and-walk-away."  I was at a friends house the other day and she told me I should keep my shoes on because her floors were "filthy".  Her floors were cleaner than mine after I clean them. 

*I’ve recently become addicted to this. Who knew even grown ups still like dressing up dolls?  Of course, this one is good too.

*Last week while Sugar was at a friend’s house I got so much done!  My house was so clean until she came home and thwarted my efforts.  This week when we went to pick her up, Engineer says, "No!  She’ll be all crazy when she gets home."  Indeed.

*Sorry I don’t have more.  I have been doing makeovers (on real people, thank you) all week to finish a goal.  I will be done today and it feels good!

Or at least that’s how she percieves it.  Always on the go– with lots of carseats and small kids.  I can relate.

 P.S.  There is but one carseat.  All the rest of the "babies" are secured with the orange "string."  That is how they are kept safe.

"Mom, how do animals kiss?"

I was stunned.  My little baby boy already thinking about kissing.  What kind of a world are we living in? As I tried to prod him for more information as to why he needed to know with no luck, I finally gave up and said, "they rub noses, I guess."

"Nope!  They lick!" he replied.

"Lick what?" I asked back appalled at the possibilities.

"Faces, silly."  

Oh.  Like puppy kisses.  Completely innocent.  Better get my mind out of the gutter. 

My freshman roommates in played their music loud and late because they didn’t have any classes at 8:00 am.  I neither shared their taste in "music" nor their non-morning class schedule so many a night I would stumble into the kitchen squinty eyed and sour faced and request a volume adjustment.  I met with much resistance and it was later brought to my attention that if I just asked nicer, than they would be more accomadating. 

So the next time it happened, I fluffed my hair, opened my eyes and with a smile on my face said to them, "dear roommates, as much as I enjoy the sounds coming from the kitchen at this late hour, and as much as I desire for you to have as enjoyable a study session as possible, the volume is a bit much for my tender ears.  Do you think it would be possible, do you think you could maybe please turn down the sound so that I may be rested for my early classes tomorrow?  Oh please oh please, it would mean so much to me."

Fine.  Not that exactly, but I did say please.  And I did try to smile. 

And despite my best efforts I was told that I was still not very nice about that way I asked for them to turn their music down.  (I have since concluded that most people just don’t like being told what to do no matter how pleasant you are about it, but that is a topic for another time.)  So I continued to try to improve, and they continued to shut me down.  And I continue to experience this kind of thing in my life, because I am unfortunately cursed with the I-will-offend-you-no-matter-how-hard-I-try-to-say-it-nicer-if-there-is-even-a-remote-chance-that-you-could -be-offended-by-the-content-of-my-comment disease.  Sad but true.

And it is apparently genetic. 

The other day I asked Engineer ever so nicely to please clean up his toys (okay, I TOLD him to with a snotty tone) and he in return told me to ‘GO AWAY’.  I reminded him that he should not speak to me that way and that it made me sad when he talked to me like that.  He paused, put a sweet, if not slightly whiny, tone in his voice and said, "Mommy, will you please leave because we are just so sick of you." 

I laughed.  And then I grounded him for life. 

And then I wished I had not passed him this particular legacy. 

I think I am going to start a tradition of every Thursday posting some tidbits that are on my mind, but not big enough to blog about…

*I’ve never met anyone named Aaron that I didn’t think was extremely good looking.  Maybe you have, but I haven’t.  This was recently brought again to my attention by a door to door salesman… named Aaron.  Tylers appear to be hot as well.  I think I will name my next son Aaron.  Or Tyler.

*Apparently I cut someone off the other day as I pulled into the McDonald’s drive thru lane.  The person honked at me.  Seriously?  In a rush to get your big mac fix?  I thought it was uncalled for. 

*When I am dinking around on the internet (often) I sometimes like to look at funny t-shirts.  This week’s favorite says: "unattended children will be given an espresso and a free puppy."  I’m still laughing about it. 

*I’ve been putting off going to the grocery store for about four days now and I’ve gotten really creative with dinners.  I’ve been putting off the bills for a lot longer…

Okay!  That’s it!  Leave your tidbits in the comments section, or post and link back! Happy Thursday! 

If you wear a bikini to work and then get burned with hot coffee, who gets sued? 

I’m writing over at SMB today– read on. 

We went to the circus last night and it was loads of fun.  I have pictures, and I will post, but I can’t get over the fact that on our way home from the circus we saw this:

http://www.komonews.com/news/local/22750009.html 

A fatal motorcycle accident.  And the sadness.  And the questions from the children.   And the sadness about how much money was spent on flashing plastic swords, but the gratitude that at least we are still alive to play with them.