What I Do On Saturday

That's the name of the song our friend Steve from Blues Clues sings. I've seen the lighter side of Steve, you know the one where he's goofy, hugs bunnies and trees and dances like a little kid? Well this is the ... "Dark Steve". In this video he's got a bit of a beard, a black eye, and a semi-decent voice. Who'da thunk that the guy from Blues Clues could have sex appeal? Certainly not I! So here's the link, and I hope you get just as much of a kick out of it as I did!

What I Do on Saturday

Since this is the first thing I saw this morning, I thought I'd take a page from it and write down what I plan to do this Saturday. Right now my sweet girl is sitting in the livingroom eating strawberry jello and chattering to herself about Franklin. You know who Franklin is right? "Hey it's Fraaanklin... comin' over to plaaaayy.." Anyway, that seems to be her newest addiction along side Blues Clues and jello. Guaranteed I'm going to find little blotches of the stuff all over the floor when I go to vacuum the place later on, but you know what? It's a very very small price to pay for her being so happy in the moment.

Today I will clean my kitchen. Not just any old type of clean either. A really good deep cleaning. I started getting these great emails from Flylady
and figured that my place is ... frigging DIRTY! So today I'm going to empty all my cabinets, de-clutter the top of my fridge and counter, sweep, scub, mop, and the nuke the antique food collection from the fridge. If it starts growing legs and trying to get out on it's own you just gotta know it's time to let it move on peacefully.

Scot has to work today. My poor sick Scot who came home last night looking like death warmed over and complaining that his head was going to pop off his shoulders and roll around on the ground. Apparently working out in the cold weather for 12-14 hours a day isn't doing well for his health. I worry about him too. He's going to be 38 this month, and he likes to think he's still 25. Fact is, he's not! His job is givinghim the shaft lately with the jobs they are makinghim work, and yesterday he only got paid 30% for a job he was supposed to make almost $1500 on. They'll straighten it out, but at this rate we won't get out to Massachusetts this Spring to visit my side of the family who I haven't seen in almost TWO YEARS.

They don't have the money to come visit us either. Dad's overtime got cut and Mom's unemployment ran out at the end of January, and she's been job hunting faithfully every day of the week. Unfortunately no one wants to hire a 53 year old lady who is reliable, honest, hardworking, and puts her all into anything she does. Instead these morons want some teenager who will be happy to work for minimum wage, show up when they feel like it, and that they can just fire to hire another one of the same ilk to take their place. Yes, I'm angry. And I miss my parents horribly.

On that note, I'm going to drink the rest of my coffee, and then get busy with the cleaning of my kitchen.