LOST?

Have you lost a bale of hay? Well, someone did. We found this laying on the road. It is a good thing it was not dark or it would have been a bit of a surprise to all of a sudden find this in our lane.

The Attack by the Killer Flypaper

Every fall we get so many flies in the house especially upstairs. Therefore this morning I was trying to put some fly paper up in our bathroom. I started to pull the fly paper apart and about halfway through the little red loop that you hold to pull the paper out, ripped apart from the fly paper. So I thought, "No big deal, I will just use my hands to pull the rest of the fly paper from the roll." All I can say is that was NOT a very wise decision. Fly paper is REALLY sticky. I got the whole fly paper unrolled and then I tried to tape the top part back on so I would somehow be able to hang up this fly paper. My hands were so googy that I decided I needed to wipe my hands off with toilet paper first. (That was another REALLY bad idea.) My hands were so sticky from the fly paper that the toilet paper stuck to my hands and then I could not get the toilet paper off to proceed with my mission. I was able to some how tape the top back onto the fly paper so I could hang it on the ceiling. But as you see I also succeeded in getting the toilet paper from my hands onto the fly paper. I then went to wash off my hands which now had all this sticky stuff on them along with toilet paper. The only thing I have to say about the whole ordeal is I will NEVER touch fly paper again. I could not get that sticky stuff off with bar soap, liquid soap, Comet, or dish suds. I finally found a scrubby pad and after ten minutes of scrubbing and working on it, my hand felt some what normal. I just hope I will start seeing some flies on my fly paper so I can say that "The Attack by the Killer Flypaper" was worth it.

Match Maker, Match Maker, Make Me A Match...

The other day I was working on cleaning up my laundry room. And in the corner was a laundry basket that was 1/2 way full of unmatched socks. Every time I do wash it seems like I have a sock that doesn't match.















Whatever happens to the missing socks I don't know. I have long thought that the theory that the dryer eats them, is a pretty good one! I worked through a plan to try to match as many of these socks as I could. I first of all sat down to see if there were any matches in this pile that I might have missed before. I did come up with a few matches but as this was the pile of unmatched socks many of them did not have a mate. So I laid all the socks out, separating them by color. Most of the socks were either white or black. The next step in my plan was to go to the drier and see if any socks were left inside. Unfortunately, I found no missing socks there. Next I went to every room in the house looking under beds trying to find an odd sock here or there. The Hunt was on! This search proved successful as I found three abandoned socks. (I did find a matched pair of socks under one bed.) So I took the odd socks and washed up all my whites and colors to see if any of my mates where in the dirty wash. Then I sat down once again trying to be a MATCH MAKER. I did end up matching a few more socks. As I was looking over all of my unmatched socks ,it was beyond me how I get socks in our house that do not belong to any of us. I had a cute pair of socks with a froggy on them. But that was one of those odd socks that I knew was not ours. Maybe you are reading this and see one of your MISSING IN ACTION socks in my sock pile. While I was on this quest to match socks I have to ask myself several questions. 1. How holey is too holey? So I was able to say good-bye to several socks that were no longer wearable. 2. How close of a match do the socks really need to be? As you can see I have two nice dress socks that are pretty close and yet they are not a match. But in the end how much do people REALLY look at your socks. So those two dress socks did pass the test and were a match. This quest did end up giving me about a dozen more matched socks. I was able to come to terms with the fact that some of these socks have been unmatched for a LONG time and just needed TO GO. I still do have a pile of unmatched socks, although it is much smaller then when I started. Well, this post has been odd and yet I know some of you out there who have more then two children, can feel my pain, as I can feel yours with your pile of unmatched socks. Maybe we should ask the MATCH MAKER how he does it.

Hidden Treasures

Like they say, "One man's junk is another man's treasure." Titus can attest to that statement. The last two weekends the mission had a huge indoor garage sale. I think Titus lives for this each year and he feels like he finds some real "treasures". But if you would see his room you would be able to see he has enough "treasures". Since Titus knows how we feel about all of his "treasures" he likes to slowly work them in the house when the coast is clear. The other day I went in to give him a hug goodnight and I almost killed myself falling over his new treasure; a "must have" bowling ball. How he got that in the front door without me seeing I don't know!