I'm Like . . . Baby, Baby, Baby . . .

It is Saturday night.

It is late.

Johnny Cash is singing something called "Ira Hayes" right now in my very own kitchen.

And here are tonight's top stories.

1)  I forgot to do the COW!

Lest any of you are confused . . . COW stands for comment of the week.

Keep up, people!

100 (meaningless) points to anyone who can inform me as to whether or not I am using the word "lest" correctly.  I will probably still use it no matter what, simply for the fact that it is an uber fun word to write.

Okay!  COW!

The COW this week goes to "namacura" with her comment on The Camping Trip Part 2.

She said,

"It appears that Lumberjack has a slight smile on his face. Was he thinking about the ice cream or admiring your camping hair?"

That just about made me spit out my coffee, which just happened to be flavored with delicious chocolate raspberry creamer.

Too funny, Namacura.  I would love to believe he is admiring my hair.  And I thank you for giving me that hope.

Namacura does not have a blog.

Please shout, "Hi, Namacura!" at your computer-ish devices.

That will suffice.

2)  I don't mean to be a whiner, but I am going to be one at this moment.

I wrote to you all on Thursday morning about my tragedies.

Alert!  My day got worse.

Much, much worse.

The boys were naughty (shocking, I know), the girls were exasperating (oooh!  a fancy word!) , and The Lumberjack did not get home until 9pm.

It was a tiring, exhausting, and boring night.

So, we had a tea party.

Daisy Mae?  Where are you?

There she is (blue/green shirt)!

This is her "informant" look.

As in she is informing me of one of her siblings' wrongs.

Handsome Dude found a bottle of Tums and ate an undisclosed amount.

Me:  Dude!  Did you eat these?

HD (short for Handsome Dude . . . keep up, people!):  I not!

Me:  Dude!  I can see them in your mouth.

HD:  OK, mommy.

Me:  How many did you eat?

HD:  Huh?

Me:  How many did you eat?

HD:  Huh?

Me:  Did you eat 1?  Did you eat 3?  Did you eat 5?

HD:  I ate one, two, free, bour, bibe.

Super.

I sounded like a well-informed-on-top-of-things-excellent-mother when I called the Pediatric office to find out if I needed to be calling Poison control.

And you all know that Mabel's health continued to worsen.

So . . . Thursday was bad.

Ok.

The whining shall cease now.

3)  I think Mabel is on the mend!  She has eaten some food, taken her pills, and not thrown up once!

I am very thankful.

And I will be the best human mommy to her ever now.

4)  Boys.

What are you looking at, dudes?

Oh, yes.  The lawnmower.

For it has wheels.

Silly me.

5)  Alright!   Here's the exciting part!

Is anyone still here?

Hello?

In order to show my blogging friend, Christina, that my house is a dreadful disaster right now, I decided to post some pictures of my kitchen.

Please still be my friends when we are all done with this photographic journey into the horror that is currently my life.

*Thank you*

Oh, dear.

Let's examine this picture, shall we?

Yes.  Handsome Dude has pop.  This is his father's doing.  Go to his blog and leave a disapproving comment there.

No.  Handsome Dude is not wearing his glasses.  I do not know where they are.  This is my fault.  You can leave a disapproving comment here.

Yes.  I am cooking dinner and cookies amidst this chaos.

For what is life without cookies?

I know!  Life without cookies would probably involve a more pleasant bathing suit shopping experience.

But, I digress.

I am making no-bake cookies for my oven no longer works.

Other points of interest:

*  I have a dirty crock pot.

*  We got a printer, but have procrastinated in finding it a proper home.

*  Spaghetti sauce is in the crock pot . . . if you must kn0w.

*  I have a lot of clutter.

*  The plastic is up to separate the laundry room from the kitchen, as The Lumberjack was using the airless paint sprayer to paint it.

An airless paint sprayer?!?

Yes.

My Lumberjack is kind of a big deal.

Rest assured . . . I am hiding my head in shame.

Please look out the window.

Please be super impressed that we have a freezer with a large, hardly-used roaster sitting on our porch.

Classy.

Don't lose heart, folks!

My Lumberjack is breaking out all his muscles to make this the dream home I have always wanted.

Exhibit A:

The Laundry room.

Exhibit B:

A tiled kitchen backsplash.

Dear Lumberjack,

Thank you for all your hard work and for inviting me to the gun show upon multiple occasions throughout these 7 years of remodeling bliss.  I would, however, like to submit a request.  Please, please, please, install the under cabinet lighting so I can stop looking at these darned wires:

You are, in fact, an electrician.

Thank you.

Yours truly,

Lumberjill.

6)  I have a confession to make.

As I was creating the delicious no-bake cookies, and my man was tiling my delightful backsplash, I began listening to this enjoyable song:

The Lumberjack walked by.

LJ:  Are you listening to this on purpose?

Me:  Um . . . yes.

LJ:  What is it?

Me:  Um . . . I think he is like a boy band.  But he is just one boy. 

LJ:  Is this that kid that was on Saturday Night Live?

Me:  Yes.  I thought this song was just delightful.

LJ:  Taylor . . . you are a dork.

Yes.

Yes, folks.  I am a dork.

But I find this song to be so truly catchy.  Especially if you don't watch the video of the boy-child.

All those flashing lights and dance moves are a little much for a woman of my age.

And I think that boy needs a hair cut.

And look!  The song features another fellow, named Ludacris.

That's ludicrous!

No, dear readers.

It is ludicrous is that I greatly enjoy this song.

Happy Weekend!

And Happy Memorial Day!

Thank you to all who are serving . . . . like my cousin Neil . . . and to all who have served, like my grandparents.