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Today can be summed up in just a few short words: laundry, vacuum, dusting.

Not much else to say. 🙂


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that my husband thinks it’s my job to do the housework. Any clues? Because I’m baffled.

This has been an ongoing problem throughout our marriage. I go to work, and usually have a bit of a commute. I come home exhausted. (I mentioned the constant fatigue a few days ago, right?) 

What really frustrates me is that I can get a room cleaned up and tidy. Like the living room. And then he comes home from a trip and plops his suitcase in the middle of the floor. He piles up blankets and covers and pillows for the dog. He leaves magazines all over the place, guitar and music equipment all over the place. He puts our printer and his laptop on the dining table. And then says something snide like, “You’re not capable of keeping a clean house.”

He shot that at me last night, and I was so angry I didn’t say anything.

So yeah, tomorrow morning instead of participating in the 24-hour readathon, I will be cleaning our tiny apartment and cussing either under my breath or out loud. And his music and guitar crap are going into the front closet, along with the printer.

It just annoys me to no end. I don’t mind doing housework. I mean, it’s not on my top ten list of favourite things to do, but I don’t mind it. I do mind being expected to do it all, while he feels free to strew his crap from one end of our home to the other.


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No, nothing like that. 🙂  But remember the green chile dip recipe I posted yesterday? I forgot to mention that you can make it either relatively mild or palate-scorching hot, depending upon the heat of the green chiles.  Apparently instead of the can of mild green chiles, I picked up a can of hot green chiles.  And you probably already know that with something spicy like that, the longer it sits, the hotter it gets as the flavours blend together. 

And I brought the dip to work yesterday for a “finger foods” spread that few people ended up participating in, and nobody ate any of my dip. I was whinging about it to L-2, who said she’d take it home with her. So I set it on her table along with the chips, and Easley and SpursFreak felt sorry for me and ate some.  They both just about died from the heat, but I feel particularly proud of making Easley cry. He’s this big, big guy, very much a manly man.

Moving on, and returning to my kitchen, I washed some of the walls in the kitchen last night. I didn’t get as far as I’d wanted to, seeing as how I wanted to finish the whole kitchen. I always overshoot my abilities; that’s not a good thing, seeing as how it frequently leaves me disappointed. And the magic sponge I used only was able to clean about 6 square feet of wall. Yeah, it’s that dirty. Of course, it’s also a textured wall, which I think eats up the sponge more quickly. Tonight I’ll just take a regular old rag and soapy water to the wall, as I don’t feel like spending more money on the magic sponges.

I also made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner. I couldn’t tell you the last time I made fried chicken, and it was really tasty. I made a seasoned flour dredge, and fried boneless skinless chicken tenders in olive oil in my nonstick skillet. It made a really good gravy. The green beans were nothing special, just the Green Giant Simply Steamed green beans with almonds, no sauce.  Now that I’m back to cooking all the time, I remember the tedium involved in trying to figure out what to make for dinner every night. If I had an unlimited budget, there would be no tedium whatsoever, trust me. However, I do not have such a wonderful budget, so I have to plan very carefully. I also am trying to avoid heating up the kitchen too much, which means anything that needs to go into the oven is out.

Joe’s heading back out of town on Monday. I’ll miss him. I’m hoping, though, that we can work together and get the bathroom finished up tomorrow. It would be wonderful to have that task finished up. Then with the bathroom, kitchen, and dining room all put together, it’ll be time for me to start on another room.

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Mom has returned to Utah, and our home is returning to as close to normal as it ever gets.

We had a pleasant visit while Mom was here. She had a fall the last day of the conference, and wasn’t physically feeling up to doing a whole lot. So when she slept, Liz and I continued work in the kitchen, which now, amazingly enough, looks like a kitchen instead of a storeroom or junk heap. At least 6 bags of usable but unneeded items were hauled to Goodwill (with another 2 bags of stuff still sitting in my living room). Great quantities of unusable items were hauled to the curb and picked up with Monday’s garbage.

As you may have guessed from Tuesday’s post, Joe was less than thrilled when he got home Monday night. He was frustrated that I hadn’t done things exactly the way he thought they should be done. However, by the next day he was telling me that it was “growing on him,” and by last night he admitted that he likes it. The round table is a little beat up, but it fits so nicely in our very small dining area. And the bigger table we’d kept in there will work very well as a work table either in the music room or in the office. He initially wanted me to go get a wallpaper border, because after I removed the fencing and fake plants, the walls looked a little bare. However, again by last night he was saying that he likes it. It looks more open and cleaner. Well, it is cleaner, but that’s sort of beside the point. We have replaced the icky old curtains with blinds, and that makes a difference, too, in how the rooms look.

We’re having a potluck at work today, and I actually made something (now that I have a nice, clean, orderly workspace) instead of stopping at the store and buying something. Here’s the recipe, in case you’re interested:


  • 8 ounces of cream cheese, softened
  • 3 tablespoons of mayonnaise
  • 3 tablespoons of finely chopped onion
  • 1 can diced green chiles
  • 1 teaspoon lemon juice
  • dash of Worcestershire sauce
  • paprika
  • (optional) finely chopped scallions (green parts only)
  1. Beat together the cream cheese and mayonnaise until the mixture is light and fluffy and well-blended. Add the onion, lemon juice, and Worcestershire sauce. Mix well. Chill in a covered bowl for at least 4 hours.
  2. Remove to a serving bowl. Garnish with scallions and sprinkle a little paprika over the top. Serve with chips, crackers, crudites, or whatever else tickles your fancy.

Enjoy your day!!

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  1. If you come home from a business trip to find that your wife and her sister have completely cleaned the kitchen and dining room from top to bottom (okay, the floors weren’t mopped yet), gotten rid of a lot of crappy old junk that was just sitting around getting dusty, reorganized the food storage in the kitchen, took down the disgusting fence, fake ivy, etc. that was on the walls, and even washed the dining room walls (yeah, didn’t get time to wash the kitchen walls), do NOT walk in and say, “I told you to throw that table out!” DO say, “Wow! Nice job! I can tell you worked hard. Thank you.” Then give her a hug and a kiss.
  2. If you and your sister spend 3 or 4 days completely cleaning the kitchen and dining room from top to bottom (even if you didn’t get the floors mopped yet), getting rid of a lot of crappy old junk that was just sitting around getting dusty, reorganizing the food storage in the kitchen, taking down the disgusting fence, fake ivy, etc., that was on the walls, and washing the dining room walls (even if you don’t have time to wash the kitchen walls), do NOT expect your husband to come home from a business trip and be immediately happy with all your hard work. Keep your expectations low.

Okay, so he *finally* decided he liked what we did. He’s always grumpy the day he gets home, and I know that. I was just hoping that seeing the results of our hard work would help allay the grumpiness. It did not.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, I still hate housework. I like decorating, and think I’m pretty good at it. And I’m learning more and more about how to clean, and I can do it. But I’d really rather be:

  • reading
  • writing
  • playing the piano
  • playing with my dogs
  • going to a movie
  • hanging with my friends
  • kissing my husband
  • hearing chalk squeak on a chalkboard
  • taking a final exam in an astronomy class when the professor is an honest-to-goodness rocket scientist
  • sitting through a Will Ferrell-Adam Sandler-Rob Schneider movie marathon.

That is all.


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I seem fated to be one of those people who has to learn lessons the hard way. And right now I’m learning about housekeeping.

Did you know that walls get dirty? I’m not talking about the “oops, I spilled a glass of grape juice down the wall” kind of dirty. I knew about that. No, I’m talking about the “if you put trellis and fake ivy and fake flowers along the top of the wall it’s going to get very dusty and cobwebby but if you don’t look closely you won’t notice it” kind of dirty. The “there’s dust and dog hair and allergens flying in the windows and if you take one of those magic eraser thingies and swipe it along the wall the white part of the eraser thingie will be brown” kind of dirty. 

I’m not stupid. I mean, I went to university on scholarship while holding down a full-time job and having several surgeries, and still managed to graduate cum laude. I read the dictionary for fun. So how did I get to the venerable age of, uh, 26 without realizing this essential fact about walls?

Well, the walls in the dining area are now mostly clean (I still have to pull out the stepladder and get up on the tops where the lattice and fake plants used to be), and I’ve thrown out two magic eraser thingies because they’re no longer usable.

So now someone’s going to tell me that floors get dirty, too.




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