weekend plans.

This may sound a bit odd to some who may loath a basket full of dirty clothes but I was thrilled to do laundry this weekend. I am not certain if this a good indication of my lack of social life or the independence this house is offering. Let's focus on the later- a little less depressing.

When I designed the remodel I knew I wanted a place for my washer and dryer. It has been over three years that this part of my life has not been do-able. Thanks to a mom who has been faithfully taking baskets back and forth, the time has come for me to will this task back in my life.

The blueprints of it all seemed to be a great idea. That was until I discovered that my sister gave me a bum dryer and it takes over four hours to dry a medium size load of wet clothes.

I have made my three bedroom home into a two bedroom home with an accessible bathroom. Because stairs are not a reality for me, my washer and dryer have their own closet in my bedroom.

I actually was looking forward to the chores of laundry on Saturday morning. If only it were just the morning. The morning became afternoon and afternoon became evening which turned into a 3:00 in the morning task of once again starting the dryer for another 70 minute session while the load in the washer were quickly loosing their mountain breeze Tide smell.

Not only is my social life lacking, it's not such a joy to do the laundry anymore.
I'm off to take a nap without the sound of the dryer buzzer going off...

making memories

D-dog wasn't thrilled to be the source of entertainment for Davy but when you have a toyless house and a 1 yr old, what do you expect?
When I speak of my years at Hope College I am quick to admit that only positive thing that came from it was my friendship with Tricia aka Chiquita aka Trixy (which I called her this name in front of her 11th grade Chemistry students-not a good idea, I got the look) Life has offered each of us entirely different experiences but it is great that we pick up where we leave off.
Thanks Trix, for introducing Davy to me. I can't wait to meet Kingston.

tommorow is monday

This is what "my boss" had on his feet the other day when he showed up for work. I know there is a logical explanation. The shoes are similar in nature. They are both loafers and they are both brown. It was probably dark when he grabbed the shoes in the morning. My question is this: couldn't he feel the difference in the ways they molded to his feet?

It's Sunday afternoon and I am already longing for this day to last forever. I know I had an extra hour of sleep. I know there is a logical explanation when I awake to my alarm clock blaring country tunes. I have a mortgage and utilities to pay. I work to live. My question is this: aren't I weary of feeling the monotony of work?

I am the one sporting the look of being a misfit. Sometimes I wish it was as simple as changing my shoes...until then, I keep looking for the pennies to put in the slits.