Saturday, November 19, 2005
Something hit the fan floor, housework and retro furniture
I feel my blogging abilities coming back to me, guys, so maybe this post won't be so heavy on the photos.

Ok, first the most fun I've had in WEEKS....the story begins with my mom calling my sister Thursday saying she thought she needed to go to the ER. My mom has many health issues that I won't go into here. Anyway, it ends up that my mom does go to the ER, basically for shortness of breath(SOB) and dizziness. She's basically fine...her O2 sats are normal...BP normal...chest CT normal...etc. However, they decide to keep her. But, she is in the ER for something like 9 hours before they get her a bed on a floor (long story). So, I talk to dad and he won't be home 'til they get mom to a room and get her settled. I volunteer to go let their dogs out since they had been in the house since noon.(they have two shelties, Mickey and Trigger) Around 7, I go to their house and go in. I turn the lights on..and there..on the kitchen floor (which is carpeted)...is the splattered doggie diarrhea that one of the dogs so kindly left for me. Oh. My. Heck. My mind scrambled for an out...some way that I could possibly leave it and pretend I never saw it. But I couldn't think of a way...because, well, I'm not 9 years old...and, my poor dad has really really bad knees and I could picture him coming home and trying to get on the floor to clean it up. So..I found a face mask, well, not really, but I wanted to because it smelled REALLY REALLY REALLY nasty. Now, all you have to do is picture me on my hands and knees..armed with paper towel, baby wipes (hey, they're soapy!) wal mart sacks to throw the used paper towel in, trying not to gag while laughing maniacally because the POOP. WAS. ON. THE. WALL. I'll spare you any more gorey details...but this little story ends with me cleaning the carpet with the steam cleaner...and locking the dogs in their cages when I left.

(I totally needed my camera with me the other day when Bubba and I came upon a sign at a used car lot that said, "Manger Special." Apparently, the baby Jesus works there..I don't know.)

On Friday, I had the day off because I was scheduled to work today. Mom was slated to get out of the hospital so my sister and I went over to mom and dad's to do their housework for them. They now have an "old people's house" piled with stuff in every corner. Enough said.

While at mom's, I got into the closet where some of my stuff still is (hey, I'm ONLY 35. should I have EVERYTHING moved out of their house already??) and I found a box that had my Barbie blow up furniture in it!!! I LOVED that furniture when I was little. Tater loves barbies so I knew she would love it and brought it home and gave it to her. She loves it! She thanked me a hundred times at least. Here's a picture of it after they crammed it all on top of their play table. It is totally retro.
Clicky to biggie.
Notice Baby J's army man lounging on the loveseat with the yellow barbie scooter helmet on.



Now in this one you will notice Porn Star Barbie waiting on the bed for Army Man. My kids are nothing if not creative and imaginative.


And now I must go...you blog readers have SUCH short attention spans! :)

Click on my tenant, please. K? Thanks.
posted by Angie @ 6:40 PM  
4 Comments:
  • At 7:50 PM, Blogger Beanhead said…

    I loved my blow up Barbie furniture!! BTW my barbies never had clothes on unless someone else did it cause it was way to hard and took too long for my attention span...lol

     
  • At 11:15 PM, Anonymous Tara said…

    OH my goodness,, Stacey and I had SOOOOO much Barbie stuff, I wonder if she still has any of it? She had the Barbie townhouse with the elevator that you pulled the string and it went to all three floors,, I was soo jealous. ooh what fun!!

     
  • At 8:44 AM, Blogger justdawn said…

    They just don't make toys like they used to, do they?? heh

     
  • At 7:07 PM, Blogger Mitey Mite said…

    Here by way of Guppyman today, but you know I read your blog all the time. Can't believe the Barbies are all in one piece. My girls' Barbies were always missing a head, an arm, whatever.

     
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