Big topic lately is gun control and something I've pondered for quite a while is the question, "why do people need guns meant to kill people." Assault rifle is a misnomer that I refuse to propagate. We shoot the coyotes for our neighbor and skunks and racoons with what could be called an "assault rifle". So, moving on. The usual response to this is to keep the government in check to which the reply is the government has larger weapons and it wouldn't do you any good anyhow. I somewhat subscribed to this thought until looking in the progression of the rise of Hitler. Here are the events unfolding as I see them happening. This is just my screwtape letter moment thinking as if I were a power that wished to remove a people.
Problem 1: The need for a militia.
Currently most of the military is highly patriotic and for upholding the constitution. I cannot fathom them attacking their own people. They, quite frankly, are those that will be attacked. So, what to do. The first step is well underway. You need a population of people that depend on the government. People that don't know how to exist, to live, without the help of the government. These are not bad people. They are not cruel or evil. They are just ordinary people that have bought a lie. These people want to live. And they will take a "job" from the government if it becomes necessary to sustain their "livelihood".
Problem 2: These people want to live.
Unlike our military who are willing to die for a cause and know it is quite possible, these people are not willing to give their lives for a meal. So, if you want these people to confront the "offenders" that need to be removed, you have to remove as much risk as possible. You have to disarm the rebels and arm the new militia.
Problem 3: People will likely question and complain if their neighbors, friends, coworkers are killed in the street.
So, instead of killing them right there, you convince everyone for everyone's safety they need to be moved to a secure location. Somewhere they can live quietly without causing violence and without being hurt themselves. It's for everyone's benefit. This is a temporary idea. Many people are out of sight, out of mind. Once you have everyone rounded up you can begin dehumanizing them. Once they are not longer seen as friends, neighbors, family, then you can treat them as you will. Normal people will turn into monsters and will not see any difference between killing a person and squashing a bug. Problem solved.
So, there is my rough draft of a possibility for our future in America. And that is why being armed is an issue and a right that our founding fathers knew was necessary. That is why it matters. There is no denying the statistics that the possibility of a victim being armed deters a criminal, possibly even keeps a person from becoming a criminal. It makes a difference. It does matter. And if you think I'm a conspiracy person, that this isn't possible, just remember, those who don't study history are bound to repeat it. And it happened not long ago.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Trying to Get Sew Organized
Amongst other things today, I decided to finally get through the two bins of various fabric that has been sitting in "Bob" for quite a few weeks now. I discovered them when I cleaned out behind Gabe's bed a while back. A little over a bin full is going back to my mom, but the remainder made me think that I really needed to get on top of some of my sewing projects or I'm going to have to not do them at all. So, I decided today was the day. I sat down and dusted off (literally) my mom's old surger and started with a small piece to get the loose threads though. First time, a thread came out. Not big deal, needed to fix the tension...apparently someone has been playing with the knobs. Got it all strung up properly and continued on. Wow, what a noise! I opened it up thinking someone was trapped and trying to get out to discover that I had bent the needle. Of course. I finally set out to do something and something goes wrong. It's been one of those weeks though. I tried to finally use my deep fryer I bought a month ago only to discover I didn't have enough oil to fill it to minimum, I got the sandwiches made for french dips only to realize I didn't have au jus packets or beef bullion anywhere, and I decided to make salsa but was instead greeted with spoiled cilantro in the fridge. Just one of those weeks. There is more, but I wont go into it.
On the positive side, I finally found a use for the picnic basket that we never use but that I think is adorable...
I also found what I think was an old server tower that works perfectly as a potato/root bin.
Notice how perfectly it fits in that little niche that left for space in the kitchen? The only thing I wish was easy to add was some casters, but hubby says that's going to take a little bit of work which means if I wait for that to be done it will be in the garage until it's ruined. So, I gorilla taped felt to the bottom. Tacky, yes. Functional and easy, yes. I can live with tacky if it's functional enough. Now, maybe I should get the basket off the top of that poor spider plant. And as you can see I got oil, so I think french fries are in our future. God bless!
On the positive side, I finally found a use for the picnic basket that we never use but that I think is adorable...
I also found what I think was an old server tower that works perfectly as a potato/root bin.
Notice how perfectly it fits in that little niche that left for space in the kitchen? The only thing I wish was easy to add was some casters, but hubby says that's going to take a little bit of work which means if I wait for that to be done it will be in the garage until it's ruined. So, I gorilla taped felt to the bottom. Tacky, yes. Functional and easy, yes. I can live with tacky if it's functional enough. Now, maybe I should get the basket off the top of that poor spider plant. And as you can see I got oil, so I think french fries are in our future. God bless!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
I Loathe the Flylady
After finishing the day with the kids by refusing to stay in the awful mess that is my children's rooms to do our bedtime ritual, I did the sensible thing: I googled "help! My messy house is making me a crazy cranky mom!". Ok, so maybe that isn't the sensible thing to do. It was somewhat calming to know I'm not the only mother who feels this way. I do wish sometimes that I was one of those special people who can not even see the mess. But as my mom pointed out, that is likely a road that leads to some reality television show. Even so, I wish I could be calm in chaos. I'm just not. So, looking for solutions I went to a frequently recommended site, flylady.com.
Oh, flylady, how you taunt me. I don't really hate her, but it always seems I read the most ridiculous suggestions of how my life "could and should" be on her site. The gem of tonight, bedtime routines. Her's includes cleaning the kitchen just after dinner, running a bath, quick clutter patrol, free time, devotions and snuggles with the hubby. Gag, laugh, sputter and snort. Really, the image of her telling me it is possible to have such a routine with three children, critters and a spouse that is certainly not a cleaning makes me almost violent. It's not that I begrudge her the life of luxury, but that she somehow implies that this is possible given the right amount of work and planning really ticks me off. I think I have the same feelings toward Dave Ramsey. Sure, being out of debt is a great thing, but taking advice and giving TONS of money to a dude that made his millions off of those looking for help just seems so wrong. Life doesn't always....or ever really...work according to a book. Well, not just any book. So, that is where I need to be going. What does the Bible say about a messy house?
Nothing. It says nothing about a messy house. It says loads about how we treat each other, quite a bit on not being lazy and fair amount on our attitudes. So, lets see, advice to live by for today...for me. Take what you will.
1)But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. -Matt.6:33
What is my priority? Do I make time for this one? And the peace that I've been lacking is promised if I do this. So, my first priority should be to make time to seek the Lord....even if the sink is overflowing and the cat just vomited on the floor. I need this to be a priority.
-Matthew 18:1-6
-Colossians 3:21
My children are precious, God has a plan for them and their lives. I need to remember to treat them as the gifts that they are. I also need to remember that they are on loan from God, ultimately they are His and my time with them, in this role is limited. It wont last forever and I need to make sure it is spend wisely and cherished.
3)Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
-Proverbs 22:6
Again, God has a plan for their lives. My role as a mother is to prepare them for whatever may await their future. I will seek the plan God has for their lives and teach them to do the same. I also need to teach them the skills and wisdom they will need in those roles, which likely will include laundry. Unless of course they join a nudist colony. Even then I'm sure they will still need to learn some cleaning skills.
4) Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”
-Nehemiah 8:9-11
The JOY of the Lord is my strength. Not the sorrow, not the anger, not the judgement or vengeance. The joy! What a wonderful God we have if His joy is what gives are strength and spurs us on. And what an example of leadership. I wonder what the outcome of a truly joyful mommy would be on our household. One that is a servant, like our Lord, and is joyful in the tasks set before her.
This is my prayer and hope, that our house can be a joyful place, a peaceful place, and Lord willing, a semi-clean place. But in the end, I can stress myself out about the mess, I can beg and plead, bribe and cry for help with things, if it's not God led, it wont last. If I don't follow the Lord with my own heart, attitudes and actions, what hope is there of my children developing a relationship with the Lord that will also result in a giving, loving, servants heart? No, tomorrow is a new day, and tomorrow this mommy will devote herself to her God, her husband, her children, her neighbors, her creatures, and let the other pieces fall where they may. God promised to provide, and I've walked with Him long enough to know he will. Sometimes I just need a reminder.
Oh, and bless the flylady in her bubble bath too. When we walk the streets of gold together, it really isn't going to matter who had a shiny sink.
Oh, flylady, how you taunt me. I don't really hate her, but it always seems I read the most ridiculous suggestions of how my life "could and should" be on her site. The gem of tonight, bedtime routines. Her's includes cleaning the kitchen just after dinner, running a bath, quick clutter patrol, free time, devotions and snuggles with the hubby. Gag, laugh, sputter and snort. Really, the image of her telling me it is possible to have such a routine with three children, critters and a spouse that is certainly not a cleaning makes me almost violent. It's not that I begrudge her the life of luxury, but that she somehow implies that this is possible given the right amount of work and planning really ticks me off. I think I have the same feelings toward Dave Ramsey. Sure, being out of debt is a great thing, but taking advice and giving TONS of money to a dude that made his millions off of those looking for help just seems so wrong. Life doesn't always....or ever really...work according to a book. Well, not just any book. So, that is where I need to be going. What does the Bible say about a messy house?
Nothing. It says nothing about a messy house. It says loads about how we treat each other, quite a bit on not being lazy and fair amount on our attitudes. So, lets see, advice to live by for today...for me. Take what you will.
1)But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. -Matt.6:33
What is my priority? Do I make time for this one? And the peace that I've been lacking is promised if I do this. So, my first priority should be to make time to seek the Lord....even if the sink is overflowing and the cat just vomited on the floor. I need this to be a priority.
2)“Whoever receives one such child in my name receives me, but
whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it
would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his
neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea.
Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged.
My children are precious, God has a plan for them and their lives. I need to remember to treat them as the gifts that they are. I also need to remember that they are on loan from God, ultimately they are His and my time with them, in this role is limited. It wont last forever and I need to make sure it is spend wisely and cherished.
3)Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
-Proverbs 22:6
Again, God has a plan for their lives. My role as a mother is to prepare them for whatever may await their future. I will seek the plan God has for their lives and teach them to do the same. I also need to teach them the skills and wisdom they will need in those roles, which likely will include laundry. Unless of course they join a nudist colony. Even then I'm sure they will still need to learn some cleaning skills.
4) Nehemiah said, “Go and enjoy choice food and sweet drinks, and send some to those who have nothing prepared. This day is holy to our Lord. Do not grieve, for the joy of the LORD is your strength.”
-Nehemiah 8:9-11
The JOY of the Lord is my strength. Not the sorrow, not the anger, not the judgement or vengeance. The joy! What a wonderful God we have if His joy is what gives are strength and spurs us on. And what an example of leadership. I wonder what the outcome of a truly joyful mommy would be on our household. One that is a servant, like our Lord, and is joyful in the tasks set before her.
This is my prayer and hope, that our house can be a joyful place, a peaceful place, and Lord willing, a semi-clean place. But in the end, I can stress myself out about the mess, I can beg and plead, bribe and cry for help with things, if it's not God led, it wont last. If I don't follow the Lord with my own heart, attitudes and actions, what hope is there of my children developing a relationship with the Lord that will also result in a giving, loving, servants heart? No, tomorrow is a new day, and tomorrow this mommy will devote herself to her God, her husband, her children, her neighbors, her creatures, and let the other pieces fall where they may. God promised to provide, and I've walked with Him long enough to know he will. Sometimes I just need a reminder.
Oh, and bless the flylady in her bubble bath too. When we walk the streets of gold together, it really isn't going to matter who had a shiny sink.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
A Series of Unfortunate and Average Events
Oh my children....I sometimes wonder if they are truly scheming to make me mad. Or perhaps I'm part of some sinister experiment to find out how many minor frustrating events it takes to cause a normal person to become crazy. No, that can't be it, they would have to start with a normal person to begin with. My mom is taking a friend out lunch, so I can't call and cry to her about my frustrating morning. So, I'm typing it here...and ignorning the sounds emanating from Bob (what we call that middle dining/school/living/etc. room for lack of a proper name).
So today my morning goals, get eggs cleaned and in containers, do the dishes, start the laundry, go through a bag of clothes to give away. My first obstacle was in the form of bird seed scattered all over the kitchen, from the last child I told to feed the bird, sticking to my feet cause my nerves to begin to twitch. While I was in process of mopping up random spots in the kitchen to use the vacuum, my youngest came in and demanded I make penne noodles. I told him no, not for breakfast, and put them back. He proceeded to whine...another sure way to make those nerves fire...then threw a mini tantrum while putting them away causing half the box to dump on the floor. So now the floor is bird seed mingled with pasta and the floor must be done before I can even think of tackling my to do list. While I'm bringing the vacuum in, my daughter decides she wants to sweep, which in theory is a good thing.
During this time my oldest is trying to mow the lawn and I have to run out and adjust the settings as he's badly lugging the motor. As I'm returning my youngest again has a melt down because I wont let him go outside while his brother is mowing. His helpful sister enlists him to handle the dust pan and they proceed to sweep while I vacuum. I finish and am able to get the eggs cleaned and put in the fridge. I begin to put away the dishes in the dishwasher only to be joined by a helpful youngest who wants to put away the silverware. I decide to push the ewww factor when thinking about how dirty his hands are and let him do it. Our immune systems need to work out sometimes, right? We finish this task and I begin loading the dishes. He returned just in time to help his sister move the dog crates to sweep behind them, spilling water all over the floor in the process. I finish loading dishes and go to move the crates back.
When I return little miss is getting herself chocolate milk and saying things like, "It was good of me to ask you, wasn't it?" all the while. In fact, she is paying so much attention to how good she is being that she isn't paying any attention to what she is actually doing and manages to dump an entire glass of chocolate milk on the floor. I grab towels, tell her to go in the other room, I'll get her more later and please pay attention in the future. I would have normally made her help in the clean up but by now my frustration levels have risen to the "red alert" mark. After pushing my sham-wow equivalent into the crease where trim has not yet been put up and milk has seeped, I collect all the dirty rags and run them over to the other side of the house, and into the wash. Milk, allowed to set in towels results in stinky throw away towels. Trust me, we've done this many times.
On my walk back to the kitchen I notice my phone sitting open with what appears to be dirt on it. Sighing, I grab it and proceed into the kitchen to grab a baby wipe to clean it. After cleaning and drying the phone, I notice some weird brown liquid on my hand...and now back on my phone. I look at the baby wipe container and it is covered in it. Smelling it, I determine it is not anything frightening...but wait....that's....vanilla. The expensive vanilla extract container that me in my hurried stupidity had left on the counter was on it's side and had not been shut. About 1/4 the contents were spilled all over the counter. I thought, how blonde of me to now shut the lid then realized that brown spot on the phone was the vanilla. The bottle was apparently too tempting for my youngest as he took the rest of the banana bread, and subsequently dropped some in the living room and tried to feed the rest that he claimed he wanted to the dog....dropping crumbs the whole way shortly after I had vacuumed. After cleaning the phone, baby wipe container, counters, bottle of vanilla and my hands, I felt mommy needed a short time out to put it all down and hope it would bring some humor or at least calm back to me. It has worked as far as the calm, I'll have to wait a while, I think, for the humor.
So today my morning goals, get eggs cleaned and in containers, do the dishes, start the laundry, go through a bag of clothes to give away. My first obstacle was in the form of bird seed scattered all over the kitchen, from the last child I told to feed the bird, sticking to my feet cause my nerves to begin to twitch. While I was in process of mopping up random spots in the kitchen to use the vacuum, my youngest came in and demanded I make penne noodles. I told him no, not for breakfast, and put them back. He proceeded to whine...another sure way to make those nerves fire...then threw a mini tantrum while putting them away causing half the box to dump on the floor. So now the floor is bird seed mingled with pasta and the floor must be done before I can even think of tackling my to do list. While I'm bringing the vacuum in, my daughter decides she wants to sweep, which in theory is a good thing.
During this time my oldest is trying to mow the lawn and I have to run out and adjust the settings as he's badly lugging the motor. As I'm returning my youngest again has a melt down because I wont let him go outside while his brother is mowing. His helpful sister enlists him to handle the dust pan and they proceed to sweep while I vacuum. I finish and am able to get the eggs cleaned and put in the fridge. I begin to put away the dishes in the dishwasher only to be joined by a helpful youngest who wants to put away the silverware. I decide to push the ewww factor when thinking about how dirty his hands are and let him do it. Our immune systems need to work out sometimes, right? We finish this task and I begin loading the dishes. He returned just in time to help his sister move the dog crates to sweep behind them, spilling water all over the floor in the process. I finish loading dishes and go to move the crates back.
When I return little miss is getting herself chocolate milk and saying things like, "It was good of me to ask you, wasn't it?" all the while. In fact, she is paying so much attention to how good she is being that she isn't paying any attention to what she is actually doing and manages to dump an entire glass of chocolate milk on the floor. I grab towels, tell her to go in the other room, I'll get her more later and please pay attention in the future. I would have normally made her help in the clean up but by now my frustration levels have risen to the "red alert" mark. After pushing my sham-wow equivalent into the crease where trim has not yet been put up and milk has seeped, I collect all the dirty rags and run them over to the other side of the house, and into the wash. Milk, allowed to set in towels results in stinky throw away towels. Trust me, we've done this many times.
On my walk back to the kitchen I notice my phone sitting open with what appears to be dirt on it. Sighing, I grab it and proceed into the kitchen to grab a baby wipe to clean it. After cleaning and drying the phone, I notice some weird brown liquid on my hand...and now back on my phone. I look at the baby wipe container and it is covered in it. Smelling it, I determine it is not anything frightening...but wait....that's....vanilla. The expensive vanilla extract container that me in my hurried stupidity had left on the counter was on it's side and had not been shut. About 1/4 the contents were spilled all over the counter. I thought, how blonde of me to now shut the lid then realized that brown spot on the phone was the vanilla. The bottle was apparently too tempting for my youngest as he took the rest of the banana bread, and subsequently dropped some in the living room and tried to feed the rest that he claimed he wanted to the dog....dropping crumbs the whole way shortly after I had vacuumed. After cleaning the phone, baby wipe container, counters, bottle of vanilla and my hands, I felt mommy needed a short time out to put it all down and hope it would bring some humor or at least calm back to me. It has worked as far as the calm, I'll have to wait a while, I think, for the humor.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Wow, what happened to my kitchen.
Just a quick post to tattle on myself and my family for the ridiculous disarray that they frequently leave my house in. Here is what I was welcomed to after a mommy break outing:
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And this is what it looks like if I miss doing dishes for a day. It was my birthday though, so I refuse to feel bad about it.
So, at least a half hour of frantic cleaning and my kitchen now looks like this:
Not perfect, but certainly an improvement. I can be sane when it's in this state. Otherwise, I'm a little crazy....and I never want to cook when it's a mess. Go figure. To be honest though, it's a mess again from making oven fried chicken last night and baking banana bread. So, no more blogging for me today, it's hubby's birthday and I have a kitchen to clean....again.
Testing: Vinegar and Baking soda on stainless steel sink
I decided that the bathroom has had enough love lately and it's time the sink got to shine. Today I'm testing just a spray bottle of undiluted vinegar and a sprinkle of baking soda to clean a sink that hasn't been cleaned with a product besides a scrubbie and a spray of simple green to disinfect in....oh...at least a few months. It's not so much that I don't want to clean it, but it's usually full of dishes before a load is even finished making it a bit hard to clean. So here's the starting point.
Apparently I have some focus issues when taking pictures. Oops. Anyhow, I sprayed everything down with the vinegar then went a watched an episode of Dr. Who with hubby. I know, so hard working. When I came back I put on my gloves and started to wipe down the sink. The original plan was just to use the vinegar but it really didn't do the job I was hoping for so it got a sprinkling of baking soda for some added oomph. Because I was worried about it scratching the sink I made sure to only scrub with any force with the grain. I did rub lightly in circles also. I'd say it took about 20 minutes of "elbow grease" to get the sink, plugs, soap dish (that I use to hold the metal scrubbers to avoid rust), and little drain catch thing that I had to install because I'm special and actually broke the metal trap part in the sink while trying to pretend a butter knife was a garbage disposal causing many things to plug when they were dropped down...including the occasional utensil. Anyhow, I was pretty happy with the results for the effort.
Nice and shiny, didn't quite get rid of the water spots on the fixture though. Still need to figure out something for those. If you have any suggestions on things to try, please let me know. Happy shiny sink day!
Apparently I have some focus issues when taking pictures. Oops. Anyhow, I sprayed everything down with the vinegar then went a watched an episode of Dr. Who with hubby. I know, so hard working. When I came back I put on my gloves and started to wipe down the sink. The original plan was just to use the vinegar but it really didn't do the job I was hoping for so it got a sprinkling of baking soda for some added oomph. Because I was worried about it scratching the sink I made sure to only scrub with any force with the grain. I did rub lightly in circles also. I'd say it took about 20 minutes of "elbow grease" to get the sink, plugs, soap dish (that I use to hold the metal scrubbers to avoid rust), and little drain catch thing that I had to install because I'm special and actually broke the metal trap part in the sink while trying to pretend a butter knife was a garbage disposal causing many things to plug when they were dropped down...including the occasional utensil. Anyhow, I was pretty happy with the results for the effort.
Nice and shiny, didn't quite get rid of the water spots on the fixture though. Still need to figure out something for those. If you have any suggestions on things to try, please let me know. Happy shiny sink day!
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
One of Those Days
Do you ever have a day where you feel like you've been running around all day long, but as it comes to an end you look around and it doesn't appear you've done anything? Today is one of those days. Maybe it's just me, but these are the most frustrating of all the days. I'm tired, frazzled and seem to be worse off than when I started.
The kids room that I cleaned just yesterday is now covered in puzzles and dolly clothes. I've been riding the kids all day to pick it up because I'm NOT and I mean NOT going to pick it up again....this time. They've been in there all day and I really think forcing them to do it is even more exhausting than doing it myself. But if I don't, they will never learn, right?
I have hamburger thawing as quickly as I can in the sink as the microwave has been down since November. I still haven't quite figured out what to make with it, but I am thankful it's there.
The dog has likely eaten the eggs from the chickens and ducks because I haven't bothered to bring him back in today and the other dog broke his collar so has been in all day in his crate, minus a few potty breaks. So, as I'm awaiting my husband to come home, look around and wonder what on earth I did accomplish today, I thought I might quickly ponder what exactly I did do today, if for no other reason than to make myself feel better.
Today I:
Finished making the crock pot re-fried beans and got them portioned and frozen.
Worked on the mechanical turk some
Did two loads of dishes
Washed, dried and put away four loads of laundry
Child trained
Got insurance on the suburban
Made lunch
Making dinner
Installed and filled the new soap,shampoo, bubbles and lotion dispenser
Sorted some mail
Sorted a large pile of fabric items
Beat three levels on bubble safari
Ok, so maybe that last one doesn't count as an accomplishment. But I'm going to call it a day once dinner is made and enjoy some crown in my diet soda and call it good. Oh wait, I still need to put the kids to bed and clean up after dinner. So that is my problem, I'm a sprinter running a marathon.
The kids room that I cleaned just yesterday is now covered in puzzles and dolly clothes. I've been riding the kids all day to pick it up because I'm NOT and I mean NOT going to pick it up again....this time. They've been in there all day and I really think forcing them to do it is even more exhausting than doing it myself. But if I don't, they will never learn, right?
I have hamburger thawing as quickly as I can in the sink as the microwave has been down since November. I still haven't quite figured out what to make with it, but I am thankful it's there.
The dog has likely eaten the eggs from the chickens and ducks because I haven't bothered to bring him back in today and the other dog broke his collar so has been in all day in his crate, minus a few potty breaks. So, as I'm awaiting my husband to come home, look around and wonder what on earth I did accomplish today, I thought I might quickly ponder what exactly I did do today, if for no other reason than to make myself feel better.
Today I:
Finished making the crock pot re-fried beans and got them portioned and frozen.
Worked on the mechanical turk some
Did two loads of dishes
Washed, dried and put away four loads of laundry
Child trained
Got insurance on the suburban
Made lunch
Making dinner
Installed and filled the new soap,shampoo, bubbles and lotion dispenser
Sorted some mail
Sorted a large pile of fabric items
Beat three levels on bubble safari
Ok, so maybe that last one doesn't count as an accomplishment. But I'm going to call it a day once dinner is made and enjoy some crown in my diet soda and call it good. Oh wait, I still need to put the kids to bed and clean up after dinner. So that is my problem, I'm a sprinter running a marathon.
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