Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Holiday Weekend

I've spent the last week cleaning...the kind of cleaning that no one ever notices but needs to done every now and then.

Closet cleaning.

I have cleaned each and every closet in our little house on our little street and now have a gas guzzling SUV packed full of stuff that needs to be dropped off at the Goodwill.

Every boys closet...clean.  My big master closet...clean.  Linen closet? Clean.  Under every bathroom sink...clean.

It sure feels good. truth, I was looking for something.  Something I bought that was kinda expensive and which I now need and can't find.

And I never did find it, which means I probably threw it out months ago on accident.

Oh well.  

But if you come to my house and peek under the bathroom sink, you'll now notice that there are no longer 18 bottles of mostly gone and expired sunscreen under there.

Just sayin'.

Other events over the 4th of July weekend involved two evenings sitting in my neighbors backyard, drinking wine and singing our lungs (and hearts) out to 80's music...I do have it on tape but when I looked back at it I realized something big.

 I can't sing worth a lick.

I've always sort of known...I mean, I am married to a guy who deals with singers as a career and every time I belt (yep...belt) out a tune he always cringes and gets this pained look on his face. 

But being that I am who I am, I just sing louder because I have always felt that part of my job is to drive him a tad little bit crazy...I mean, he is the one who puts the empty sunscreen bottles under the bathroom sink.  

And why nag when you can sing slightly off key?

But now I have me on tape singing 'Open Arms' along with Steve Perry...and let's just say that it's not pretty.  Must've been the wine.


Every year we have hosted a pancake breakfast on the 4th but this year I just never pulled it together...lots of basketball and other stuff going on around here, but my neighbors rallied and we had a small, yet lovely breakfast at their house.

And I've said it before and I'll say it does take a village.  And these peeps here in these little houses on this little street are my village...and we have needed this village in the last few months.

I am thankful that this is where we were planted.

I also learned this weekend that onions and I just don't get along so well anymore.

The pico de gallo  tasted great a few days ago but I'm still tasting onions after brushing my teeth a bazillion times.

Too much info?

In other exciting news, I bought 4 new pairs of flip flops at Old Navy for $7.96.

Not each pair but total for 4 pairs.

How cool is that?

Fireworks are illegal in my town this year....piccolo peets hurt my ears but I love the whirley flowers and sparklers.  

We safely broke the law before the big fireworks show that our association (legally) puts on once darkness hits.


Did you have a nice weekend?


  1. If your hubby is ever driving you crazy, just threaten that your entire family will come over and sing. It wouldn't be pretty.

  2. please, please, please come to my house and help me clean all my closets and cabinets under my sinks. Please?

  3. I cleaned out my linen closet before I left for camp, and I found some Neosporin that expired in 2004. I guess we haven't bandaged too many cuts in recent years!

  4. we did! i should have cleaned closets and instead sewed and went to the pool and beach.

    popping in to say hello to the other sugar babies! yeah blog sugar!

    i'm hosting a july giftaway - anthropologie pillow and some goodies! i hope you'll enter!


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