Skinny Jeans!

Last night Maria came over and hung out while I catharticly cleaned out my closet, stuff to throw out, stuff to donate, and stuff to one day dream of fitting into again. Just as I finished going though the last shelf / basket in my closet there they were.... my skinny jeans, and as I opened them up in front of me, lifting them over my head to get full view, I realized something... man these are some pretty outdated ugly jeans! Which sent my mind racing, when exactly did I have these jeans on last, yes I remember, like the day after my wedding 11 years ago. Man have I been fat for over a decade! Talk about depressing, now I have to go out and bye new skinny jeans because who is going to be motivated to try in get into something that was cool in 1999! Not me.... you see, now I've solved the riddle of why I just can't lose weight, I had the wrong skinny jean motivation.... God knows I'll try everything to be thin again... well besides diet, and oh I'm not so keen on the working out part either!

The chore list!

So today I spent the majority of the twins nap time vacuuming the house. It seems that I spend a lot of my time doing this chore lately, something that I loathed as a child. It was always on my chore list since I was the oldest and therefore the strongest! Why might you ask is strength a requirement when vacuuming, I'll tell you in one word "fliterqueen". Yes this was the R2D2 of vacuums and it weighed a ton and never went in the direction that you wanted it to go in. Man I hated that thing, and I thought it ironic that they call the steel nossel the beaterbar,,, yah you could beat someone with this. I'm telling you someone breaks in forget the baseball bat reach for the beaterbar, it's longer! and has a bunch of cords sticking out of it, with brass prongs!

So now I am older and a total transformation has happened, a miracle if you may, I actually enjoy vacuuming, the hum drowns out the background noise that I am otherwise listening to nonstop and it leaves me with my thoughts. Who needs expensive hyper floating tanks? Not to mention my favorite part when you hear the dirt getting sucked up it's like your the Rambo of cleaners, destroying small villages of crumbs, sand, and stones. In my head I hear the Mafia boss saying "send in the cleaner"!

Anyway, back to what I wanted to share with you, as I said earlier I hated vacuuming as a child and teenager at home, and every time I had to do it you can bet I complained to which my father always rebutted with the same question.... "You don't want to be like Linda Capper do you"? Who may you ask is Linda Capper, well if she only knew the impact she has made on my life, not a vacuuming session goes by without her name popping up, still to this day, and now I am sharing the infamous Linda Capper story with you.

Linda Capper, she was the daughter of my Nana's best friend and rival Joyce Capper. Linda was one of two daughters that never had to lift a finger at home, their mother waited on them hand and foot. So the answer to my Dad's rhetorical question that he always asked when the vacuuming discussion came up was... "You don't want to be like Linda Capper do you? She got married and didn't even know how to turn on the vacuum- then her husband left her!"

So there you go, this summer Henrik and I will be married for 11 years, all thanks to those great vacuuming skills I picked up in my youth! Linda, Linda, Linda, let your story be the beacon for all kids hating the duty of vacuuming!

What are you talking about?

Who ever came up with the expression "sleeping like a baby".... I think people are using it in the wrong context, I mean I suppose when we say "I slept like a baby" or "He's sleeping like a baby" we are talking about good sleep. Well if you think about it, sleeping like a baby could also mean waking up 4 times a night screaming your head off waiting for someone to come in and give you something to eat! Hej wouldn't that be nice!