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Wednesday
Dec122007

Rubies and Mountains

Four Thirty was harsh, but SO worth it. Besides a few details, I'm CAUGHT UP on work stuff. Can you hear the angels singing? I had the best day today. I drew lines through everything on the list. That never happens. And it is so exhilarating that I could care less about how tired I am. It also feels really good to know that I am indeed NOT repeating the events of holidays past. Specifically last year when my inability to say no, put me in the hospital. God, that was horrible. But I'm SO GRATEFUL for what I learned from that. Mainly, that stress is as real as crack. And shooting it into your veins on a regular basis WILL kill you. Also, I know from experience now, how INTRICATELY connected your body is to your mind. That's right, say it with me.......OOOOOOMMMMMMM......  :)

And as if my day couldn't get any better, look what showed up on my doorstep, all the way from England. THAT'S RIGHT GIRLS, The International Rubies are HERE! So if you won, be on the look out. I will have you all know that these 6 bottles (you didn't think I wasn't going to order one for myself, did you?) cost almost ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS. That's right, after the dollar conversion and shipping, these might as well be made from REAL rubies. So please don't paint your dog's toe nails with it. Actually, I change my mind. That would be awesome. Please DO, and then email the photo to me...along with any others. Because I need to keep up on my little children bottles of deliciousness.

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Now I'm going to tell you about my sweet friend Tina who stopped by my house last week JUST to drop off this bottle of polish. I opened the door looking like a homeless person that had broken into my own house. Because they don't make computers that work in the shower. My hair and I were so gross, but I flew out the door anyway to catch her and say hi. And what I really wanted to say is that life is about friends who stop by to bring you nail polish.

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Life is also about other thoughtful friends named Suzanne who drop off huge bags of clothes on my door. I tripped over those, to get to Tina that day. If that's not goodness everywhere, I don't know what is.

Now, before you start thinking that I live inside a hallmark commercial, let me show you this lovely photo to pop that bubble quick. Yep. This would be what my couch looks like this very minute. People ask me, "God, how do you DO it?! The business, the kids...??" People, THIS is how I do it...or DON'T do it. So I'm all euphoric about having climbed the through the mountain of work. But just like life, there is always another one waiting right behind it.

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And if anyone out there knows of a housecleaner who also does laundry, LET ME KNOW. I'm serious.

Alright, big day tomorrow. I need to go to bed while the clock is still in two digit numbers.

p.s. Tina's polish is called "Glam" by Orly. And it is so remarkably similar to Ruby Slippers that I want to shoot myself. 

Night!   :0)

Reader Comments (24)

You are so cute and we are so living the same life minus the cool nail polish. Love the "because they don't make computers that work in the shower" comment...that resonates with me!
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterKate Mefford
My favorite word was "deliciousness".

Happy to have you back :o)
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMa'
Um, just for the record, Mr Five -ish is no barrel on monkeys either. xx
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commentertz
Ugh, laundry. Almost as bad as doing dishes because they are never ending. It takes me two days just to do laundry for TWO PEOPLE! Ok, going to buy the Orly polish. Must paint toes red.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commentermisti
I love how you said, 'rubies and mountains', isn't that so true? Life is so much a series of getting up that mountain, to find your gems. I'm glad you're caught up on your work. And I'm glad I'm coming around that mountain, so you can give me rubies on my toes! XO
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterk
I'm glad you got stuff done! I suppose you're not that crazy. The mountain of laundry is funny. I felt that way about bills last night. They just pile up and up and up and then when I finish paying them, more come the next day. Oh well. If anyone can recommend a bill payer who would pay my bills and use their own money I would appreciate it.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPaige
Good for you for crossing things off the list. I have a list that I can't even look at because it stresses me out!

If I lived near you I'd help with the laundry. I'm weird and actually enjoy doing it. Pat's a pretty good folder too. :)

December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMaya
Mmmm, my laundry looks like that too.......however, I don't have any excuse. So sad.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterJen Heffel
You have written about my exact life in this post. My children have to get their clothes out of the clean laundry pile most of the time...I would PAY to have someone just to do my laundry, iron it, fold it , hang it, and put it away. Oh, and if anyone out there can invent the first shower-computer, that would be great too!
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterSteph
Your post's always motivate me to get writing on my own blog, if I could, I would come over and fold your laundry to thank you for that.
Have a lovely, peaceful day - good for you for being done!
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterKaren McKinnon
I hate laundry. I hate everything about it. I hate collecting it. I hate separating it. I hate forgetting the clothes in the washing machine and having to rewash them because they're sour two days later. Or worse, dried into a Kellogg's corn-chip of wrinkled mildew. The very worst is folding. I actually find people who like doing laundry an enigma. Like dog-lovers. Oh, I like dogs all right. It's just that when you own one, you become a servant to its bowel patterns. Dogs and laundry. Laundry's worse.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMa'
See, it's not your fault. It is genetic.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commentertz
I remember when my mom used to make us fold her laundry too...! Thanks Ma'! :) I think that's why our family loathes it.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterk
I'm blaming it on Vivian. Our maid. For the first eighteen years of life clean clothes mystically appeared in my drawers. Then suddenly, with emancipation, came incarceration. Dirty clothes and no laundry fairy to remedy the conundrum.
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterMa'
Maile, you absolutely crack me up! I look forward to every posting of yours. This blog was so perfect, it was as though you wrote my current life!
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commentertami
Our laundry situation was so bad that my son almost had to wear his pj shirt to church and I was going to have to buy them all clean underwear!
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commentercathy
Doin' the happy dance for you being all caught up! AND doing the happy dance for Ruby Slippers! Yay!
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterChristina
OMG, did you take that picture through my window??? I'm being serious, because it looks just like my living room right now! I keep hoping Dina, the housekeeper, will feel sorry for me and fold the clothes, but she hasn't:(
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered Commenterandrea
thank you for sharing your "normalness" of laundry. it makes us all feel a little less insufficient. :)
December 13, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterTomi
Wow, is all that laundry just Jason's workout clothes? he's such a manimal.I think I see some granny britches in their too! I love uncensored dirty laundry...Don Henley was right.
December 14, 2007 | Unregistered CommenterPaul

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