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<title><![CDATA[Silliest Mom Moment - CHBM Collaboration #53]]></title>
<link>http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2008/01/09/silliest-mom-moment-chbm-collaboration-53/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2008 17:29:03 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Silly mom moment? Me? Never! But the ladies at Crazy Hip Blog Mamas want to know - so&#8230; why not]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Silly mom moment? Me? Never! But the ladies at <a href="http://crazyhipblogmamas.com/?p=445">Crazy Hip Blog Mamas </a>want to know - so... why not?</p>
<p><i><b>Oh gee wow, you want a list? I’ve pulled some doozies, and I’m sure I’ll pull more before this whole adventure is done.<br />
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I’m rather fond (ahem, cough!) of the time at that hell-hole called Chuck E Cheese when, “slightly” pregnant and watching my toddler zoom through the tubes with an “extremely” pregnant friend’s toddler, her child decided to “get lost” and have a panic attack, screaming bloody murder in the top-most section of those giant Habi-Trails.</p>
<p><i>There we both sat in that loud, noisy place, trying to “talk the kid down” when it finally occurred to us, someone was going to have to go in to retrieve her. I being the least rotund of the two, it fell to me to crawl through incredibly smelly maze of tubes (no amount of air handling will ever completely rid those things of the smell of dirty diapers, sweaty socks and greasy pizza) to “rescue” said screaming toddler and triumphantly slide down the slide with both her and my own munchkin on my lap.</i></p>
<p>Of course, at that moment, I also realized we had become the latest entertainment for all the other parents – who watched with glee (“Better her than me!”) as I passed each “viewing window” and open space. What do you do at that point? Why, take a bow of course. Fortunately, a toddler is too young to be mortified over her mommy’s silly nature. And why we never thought to send a skinny, young and presumably not pregnant employee in after the kid is beyond me.</p>
<p><i>Are there others? Sillier stories, more embarrassing moments, etc? Why of course there are, but in those cases, I really would prefer to let the past remain the past!</i></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Messes best left unknown...CHMB Thingy Thursday]]></title>
<link>http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2008/01/17/messes-best-left-unknownchmb-thingy-thursday-2/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:16:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>wheresroxy</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[They&#8217;re at it again&#8230; Those ladies over at CHBM are hosting a give away cool vacuum clean]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i><b>They're at it again... Those ladies over at <a href="http://crazyhipblogmamas.com/?p=447">CHBM</a> are hosting a give away cool vacuum cleaner... An <a href="http://www.oreck.com/upright-vacuum-cleaners/intellashield_xl_ultra.cfm?keycode=CC575">Oreck</a> no less. And all you have to do is blog about the biggest mess you've had to clean up...</b></i></p>
<p>Hello! I'm a MOM! I have two kids. I was married to a slob! I grew up on a small farm. I've also driven an ambulance and had to clean up some really unmentionable substances - off of my uniform, OK. Shall we talk mess?</p>
<p><i>My brain started bouncing around between a few recent thoughts on cleaning up <a href="http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2007/04/23/toilets-it%e2%80%99s-a-dirty-ordeal/">nasty toilets</a>, picking up my living room after it was decimated by <a href="http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2007/11/24/the-christmas-tree-ball-munching-boxer-from-hell/">DTCTBMBFM</a>, various and sundry child-induced disasters, and then I finally remembered <a href="http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2007/06/11/substances-best-left-unknown-to-mankind%e2%80%a6/">this</a> event - yeah... </i></p>
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<div class="snap_preview"><i><b>There are certain things that men just don’t seem to deal well with</b> - and other times they just excel. Dealing with icky substances is not a male strong suit, I guess…</i><i>Our dog, Daisy, she of the Christmas-tree-ball-munching-Boxer-from-Hell fame, decided to have a massive upset over some new food - and so overnight turned the entire lower portion of my house into a rather nasty area full of stuff that shall remain nameless. She was immediately confined to the laundry room, which she also decorated with said nameless substances. Loverly. My house never smelled so charming.</i></p>
<p><i>Just as I was beginning to wonder when the madness would end, and if it didn’t end soon it was going to be vet time, her skin erupted into a mass of gigantic lumps, each about as big around as a half dollar, and a good 1/2 inch high. It was vet time, no doubt. My usual vet was in surgery, and since we didn’t think she should wait until the next morning (not while still “decorating” any space she occupied and having more of the mysterious bumps appear before our astounded and disgusted eyes) we took her to the alternate vet.</i></p>
<p><i>No animal is as capable of looking sorry for itself, pitiful, and apologetic all at the same time, as a Boxer. That poor dog was a pretty sorry sight when the BF hauled her off to the vet’s. Meanwhile, I got the fun of cleaning up the mess. My manly BF has a rather sensitive tummy in some cases - certain things are likely to set him to adding to the mess, and so rather than having to clean up after both man and beast, I opted to clean up after the beast only and let him do the vet duties.</i></p>
<p><i>And so, armed with paper towels, cleaning solutions, rubber gloves, and all of the other trappings of a massive cleaning spree, I opened every window and door, lit some scented candles and incense and got to work. I had gotten all of the major ickiness cleaned up and was ready to start in on the carpet cleaning process when I discovered that my carpet cleaner was in a semi-functional mode. As in, each time I tried to fill the water tank and then put it in place to begin cleaning, the water tank took that as the cue to spew its entire contents all over the floor - thus making the floor where I was standing a soppy mess, and rendering me incapable of steam cleaning the rest of the floor. I continued wrestling with the darn thing, figuring it was just that I had put it together incorrectly.</i></p>
<p><i>By the time I finally got it together with no leaking, I realized it wasn’t a matter of skill but one of luck as the gaskets were worn, I was understandably frustrated and my kitchen floor was now a swamp. Why I didn’t think to just undertake this process on the parts of the carpet that needed cleaning, I don’t know.</i></p>
<p><i>Meanwhile, BF comes home with the now perky dog. After much worry over the recent dog food recalls, and the similarity in symptoms - oh, and a $500 vet bill - we discover that she had an allergic reaction to something in the freaking dog food. That was it. All of this mess was thanks to allergies.</i></p>
<p><i>By now, I have successfully soaked the entire lower floors, because though my cleaner is now holding its water and spewing forth solution only when asked, it is not being obedient and picking up said solution. I decide that obviously, the cleaner is busted. BF, being the wonderful man he is, which means: MAN MUST FIX PROBLEM - decides to take it all apart and see what the problem might be. And of course, I explain it all, but the water spewing doesn’t happen to him. All this time, he’s trying to tell me that it’s the way I’m putting the silly thing together. Needless to say, I reached the point where I handed him the cleaner and said, “Fine, then YOU clean the carpets.” So, on the machine goes but the darn thing won’t pick up again. So he disassembles again and attempts another refilling of the water tank, this time to be greeted by the spewing action that had soaked my kitchen floor earlier. He, of course, had the sense to be doing this outside.</i></p>
<p><i>And so off we traipse to the local Wal-Mart to find a new carpet cleaner, since the great and mighty man of the house has decided that perhaps it wasn’t me after all, but the cleaner was, in fact, busted. I spend perhaps half of the trip grumbling because I hate it when a man (any man - and especially my BF who is otherwise not a Neanderthal) treats me like I don’t know what I’m talking about. We spend the remainder of the trip with him laughing at me for being such a silly goose and then apologizing for hurting my feelings.</i></p>
<p><i>Back home, new cleaner purchased and dog no longer making new deposits, the entire carpeted area of the house is treated to a full sudsy scrub, and suddenly my carpet not only looks better, but the smell in my house is much nicer as well. Ah, I can breathe!<br />
And so, after all is said and done, I have yet another thing to add to my dog’s list of allergies, a very clean house (and I mean - CLEAN), a very apologetic BF (he hates it when I get mad at him, I do it so rarely), a pile of laundry that didn’t get folded because we were instead taking the dog to the vet and cleaning the house and a brand new carpet cleaner.</i></div>
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<title><![CDATA[Orange?]]></title>
<link>http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2008/01/11/orange/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jan 2008 18:49:14 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>wheresroxy</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Yeah, that&#8217;s a fun photo challenge&#8230;
Huh, well, since I haven&#8217;t taken a pic of anyt]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, that's a fun <a href="http://crazyhipblogmamas.com/">photo challenge</a>...</p>
<p>Huh, well, since I haven't taken a pic of anything orange, I'll just Photoshop it!</p>
<p><img src="http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/files/2008/01/orange.jpg" alt="orange.jpg" height="483" width="644" /></p>
<p>OK, I admit, sloppy job since I'm in a hurry to get out the door today....</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Organized shmorganized... Thingy Thursday @ CHBM]]></title>
<link>http://thegunchick.wordpress.com/2008/01/10/organized-shmorganized-thingy-thursday-chbm/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 17:25:52 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>wheresroxy</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[More madness courtesy of CHBM and Better Today -
The idea is to blog about my best organizational or]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>More madness courtesy of <a href="http://crazyhipblogmamas.com/">CHBM</a> and <a href="http://www.better.tv/bettertv/">Better Today</a> -</p>
<p>The idea is to blog about my best organizational or home decorating tips. Huh. This should be easy, right?</p>
<p>After all, I’m the reformed Messy who embraced the Messies Anonymous method, gained control (sort of) of the insanity that ensued around my former abode and later learned the problem wasn’t so much me but who I was married to at the time (the biggest packrat/slob of a human being that ever existed).</p>
<p>But, I’m also the “organizational nutcase” at work who keeps track of all things important in the office – and believe me, there’s a lot to it – if I can’t find the darn info/thing, it doesn’t exist. I keep a bunch of retired male cops from pulling their already thinning hair out, okay?</p>
<p>But, I’m not a great organizer, I know plenty of people who are far more organized than I. Nor am I an incredible neat freak – my house is clean, my kitchen very clean, but it is lived in (there is laundry that needs folding!)</p>
<p>As for decorating? Well… I feel like I spent about 14 years on hiatus from even thinking that way, and I’m finally reawakening to that concept and loving it.</p>
<p>What I am is realistic. Life happens, and it’s messy. Paperwork, details and all the tidbits of crapola that come through our lives need to be kept track of in some way that doesn’t add stress to our already stressed out life. And having an attractive home is just the icing on the cake – it’s far nicer to come home to a place that is pleasing to our eyes than to come home to an ugly mess.</p>
<p>Décor is so personal that what I find soothing, someone else may find annoying, and what others think is “attractive” I might find tacky, or over done, or whatever. My only tip in that area is this: Don’t get bogged down in “designer” concepts. Find what you like, what makes you feel good and use those things. If you do that, always thinking about the way each item, even color and texture, makes you feel, what pleases you – oddly enough, things just seem to “work” that way.</p>
<p>Organizing on the other hand… Wow. There are so many methods. Some swear by FlyLady (I don’t), others like the Speed Cleaning Clutter Control methods, and a few have learned from Messies Anonymous. Some lucky souls were simply born organized; they were probably even born precisely on time, without inconveniencing mother and family by arriving at an indecent hour.</p>
<p>My best tips? Find what works for you and your life style! A system may be perfect, but it will fail if you don’t use it. I’ve tried Household Notebooks (oh great, more paperwork), computer logs, charts, flip cards, and just about everything else you can imagine and through it all I’ve learned what worked for me and what didn’t. But I learned some things that are true no matter what.</p>
<p>~ Don’t get in a hurry. Organization is not a life and death thing. Take your time, pace yourself and don’t rush. Rushing leads to forgetting or missing things.</p>
<p>~ It’s always easier to KEEP something organized than it is to reorganize it once it’s fallen apart. Kind of like cleaning up spills when they happen.</p>
<p>~ Even if something does fall apart, it’s not hopeless. It’s never hopeless. Look at the good, look at what has been done, then tackle the job at hand.</p>
<p>~ Even the simplest system is better than no system.</p>
<p>~ Categorize things, and keep like with like – it  may mean using small tubs to organize goodies, or assigning a shelf to certain items, or using files, bins or baskets – but all your first aid stuff should be in one spot, all your baking gear in one spot, all the baseball gear in one spot, etc. It makes it easier to find everything, and it makes it easier to put things away.</p>
<p>~ Don’t enter or leave a room without doing something nice to that room – straighten a picture, deal with the magazine pile, take that toy to the kid’s room, put the book back – every little bit helps keep things organized.</p>
<p>~ Use little minutes – when you find a moment, go through that pile of newspapers and take care of the coupon clipping you’ve been putting off, sit down and address a dozen Christmas cards, etc. Just because you can’t do the entire room/job/task/etc doesn’t mean you have to do nothing. Do something, anything, no matter how little and it adds up (hey, 100 pennies equals a dollar, right?)</p>
<p>~ Don’t get tied down to “labels” – just because that thing says it’s a medicine cabinet doesn’t mean it’s the best place for medicines (in fact, it isn’t!) Use it for toothpaste, dental floss, mouthwash, etc and keep your medicines someplace else. That “linen closet” can hold more than linens (like clear plastic tubs that hold spare light bulbs, candles, matches, or your actual medicine chest – that has a first aid kit in it as well.)</p>
<p>~ And remember to always do what works for you. What works for the guys next door may not work for you and yours. Find what does and do that instead.</p>
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