Things that Go BUMP in my Mind

Knitting, stitching, reading, gardening, cooking--I have no time for any of it.

Monday, January 31, 2005

Ewww!

I never realized how filthy my house was until I started to do some serious cleaning.

It's not that we're slobs. To the contrary, we pick up after ourselves (and the kids, although Andy's getting better about that), and we clean on a weekly basis--vacuum, mop floors, bathrooms, scrub sinks, etc. I occasionally even dust. I always thought that was sufficient. Until yesterday.

You see, we're having a passel of people over to watch the Superbowl next Sunday. So, I decided that before all those people use the downstairs bathroom, I will clean the nasty baseboard (it's also the cats' bathroom, so there is cat hair everywhere). Some Murphy's Oil soap, a sponge, and an old toothbrush do the trick. At the end of the baseboard is the door, so I figure I'll give it a quick wipe to get the dust off. Umm, no. It took a good bit longer than that, but that sucker is clean now, inside and out. Then there's the adjacent wall, which of course is filthy because it's directly behind Owen's high chair. As I said before, ewww.

To make a long story short, I'd advise against getting within 6 inches of your kitchen walls unless you want to get yourself involved in a very intensive cleaning project, which you will feel compelled to do, but which no one will notice because no one else is going to be looking that closely at your walls. But, at least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing they *could* look that closely.

Now, if you'll excuse me I have to go steam clean the carpet ...

Monday, January 24, 2005

This is both scary and unsurprising...

You Are 27 Years Old
27

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?



In other news, since the Patriots have made it to the Superbowl (again), it's time for me, the Martha Stewart wannabe, to throw a party. DH is kind of resistant, but I think he'll enjoy it.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Why, why, why???

I moderate the "heated debates" forum on a cross-stitch board (anyone who just started snickering, leave the room now. That includes you, honey.) My co-mod is one of the coolest people I have encountered on the 'net. She's bright, articulate, and opinionated, but she is also respectful of other's views. And yet, for some reason, the poor woman is constantly being bombarded with hate mail on one subject or another.

I really just don't get it. The two of us could say exactly the same thing, and she'd get hate mail for it, but I wouldn't. Heck, I've even said things in part for the purpose of attracting hate mail, and I still haven't gotten any. But my co-mod says one little innocuous (and incidentally, true) thing--namely, that Chatelaine designs are expensive--and all hell breaks loose.

I just don't get it. I don't get it, and I don't like it.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

Hmph.

Lawyers bug me sometimes, and this is true notwithstanding the fact that I am one. I'm sitting here preparing a case for argument next month, and I've just spent an enormous amount of time researching a question of state law that (a) is central to the case on appeal, and (b) should darn well have been researched and presented by the lawyers. Silly me, expecting them to do their jobs and protect their clients. I can just see the party's lawyers kicking back at the end of the day. "Hey, do you think I ought to do some research to back up my claim that this term means what I say it does?" "Nah, it's too much work and we'll have to pay for the Westlaw time. Let's go get a beer." Thanks, guys.

As you may be able to tell, I'm a wee bit cranky this afternoon. It's been a long week--the Supremes decided a big case last week, and we've been spending most of our time dealing with it. As a consequence, I don't really have time to do the litigants' work for them. I *never* have that kind of time, actually, but this week it is in particularly short supply. But of course, I can't go to the judge and say, "these guys should lose because their lawyers pissed me off." (Well, I suppose I could, but I don't think it would go over well.)

Okay, that's my grumble for the day. Y'all go on about your business.

Friday, January 14, 2005

Sheesh!

I haven't blogged in so long that Blogger had logged me out, which it almost never does. Have no doubt, fearless readers, I will return. It's just that right now I am (a) snowed under at work, and (b) sick like a big dog. Owen got a nasty cold and kindly passed it on to me, and I have apparently passed it on to Chuck, and probably Andy as well. Gonna be a fun weekend.

I'm overdue for a state of the stitching, so here's a brief roundup. I finished the Chatelaine dragonfly freebie and the Mirabilia cherub (which was a Xmas present for my parents, and they loved it). I had also intended to finishe the L&L angel, but I didn't even pick up a needle on that one. I did, however, do some stash organization. Can I just tell you that I love those DMC stitch bows? They're so much easier than winding bobbins.

I've never done "guilt-free January", but I'm gonna this year because my secret stitcher got me a design I've been wanting to stitch for ages. So I'll start it, but I don't know when I'll finish it--I want to do a sampler for my best friend's wedding in May (or maybe June, who knows? They haven't exactly set a date yet) and something for my siter- and brother-in-law, who are expecting their third (!) child in July. And oh yeah, there's that little think about making a Christmas stocking for Owen sometime before he goes off to college ...