Clean cup, clean cup! Move down, move down, move down!
I spent yesterday afternoon and evening organizing my room. No more massive piles of papers everywhere. I looks nice.
I ripped my summer comforter a couple of nights ago and had to throw it out, so now I have my winter one, but I'm still too warm at night because Gaylord HAS to have it be flipping HOT in the house at all times. It's one of the many things he whines about. The dork lived in Minnesota and he thinks ALASKA is cold. Um, yeah, no!
He and Judy are going to some food thing today. I find it ironic that he is "encouraging" her to lose weight, but the man can't stand leftovers and he is always talking food (or eating it). Then when his blood sugar goes wonky we have to deal with him whining that he's sick. It's getting very hard for me not to bark out a "well then EAT RIGHT". He refuses to eat a diabetic diet saying he can watch his sugar. Um, yeah, you've come home EARLY from work EVERY DAY THIS WEEK because of way too high blood sugar. How the freaking heck does that say you can control it?
BLAH!
He also gets teed off if I have left overs and I "clog the fridge" with them. The man sits there and eats as much as possible so that they don't have left overs. Judy's had to tell him to stop lately because she's freaking out about the blood sugar thing. There's a reason we make enough for left overs - it's so we have stuff for lunch the next day.
Anyway back to cleaning my room. I was told by Gaylord this is the way I need to keep my room from here on out. I told him that we'll see. When I get stressed and have a lot to do, piles happen. I clean out twice a semester, normally. When Christmas hits and family's here then I will clean again so the 'rents have a place to crash while they're here (if they come, with dad working at Lowes now he may not get the time off *sad*). Considering the man's work station in the "office" room is a complete disaster I don't know where he gets off telling me what I'm going to do with mine.
I seriously don't know why his wife wants him back.
Anyway, today my bathroom is going into scrub down mode - as soon as they're gone for the day, I don't want either one of them hovering - the tub is in serious need of a good scrub, and I still haven't put my stuff away from my last trip to Kenai. Sad, I know.
I also have to cram for my second Anthropology "mid-term." which is going to happen on...... Monday. Blah!
Well, people are moving in the house, so I better get moving. Chat at all of you later.
contemplativeI ripped my summer comforter a couple of nights ago and had to throw it out, so now I have my winter one, but I'm still too warm at night because Gaylord HAS to have it be flipping HOT in the house at all times. It's one of the many things he whines about. The dork lived in Minnesota and he thinks ALASKA is cold. Um, yeah, no!
He and Judy are going to some food thing today. I find it ironic that he is "encouraging" her to lose weight, but the man can't stand leftovers and he is always talking food (or eating it). Then when his blood sugar goes wonky we have to deal with him whining that he's sick. It's getting very hard for me not to bark out a "well then EAT RIGHT". He refuses to eat a diabetic diet saying he can watch his sugar. Um, yeah, you've come home EARLY from work EVERY DAY THIS WEEK because of way too high blood sugar. How the freaking heck does that say you can control it?
BLAH!
He also gets teed off if I have left overs and I "clog the fridge" with them. The man sits there and eats as much as possible so that they don't have left overs. Judy's had to tell him to stop lately because she's freaking out about the blood sugar thing. There's a reason we make enough for left overs - it's so we have stuff for lunch the next day.
Anyway back to cleaning my room. I was told by Gaylord this is the way I need to keep my room from here on out. I told him that we'll see. When I get stressed and have a lot to do, piles happen. I clean out twice a semester, normally. When Christmas hits and family's here then I will clean again so the 'rents have a place to crash while they're here (if they come, with dad working at Lowes now he may not get the time off *sad*). Considering the man's work station in the "office" room is a complete disaster I don't know where he gets off telling me what I'm going to do with mine.
I seriously don't know why his wife wants him back.
Anyway, today my bathroom is going into scrub down mode - as soon as they're gone for the day, I don't want either one of them hovering - the tub is in serious need of a good scrub, and I still haven't put my stuff away from my last trip to Kenai. Sad, I know.
I also have to cram for my second Anthropology "mid-term." which is going to happen on...... Monday. Blah!
Well, people are moving in the house, so I better get moving. Chat at all of you later.
