It’s the Crap, Crappiest Time of the Year

August 20th, 2009 by Kateastrophe

Seriously, August sucks.

Work sucks. The seemingly endless heat sucks. The traffic that coincides with school starting S-U-C-K-S.

Matt and I were discussing his late August birthday the other night and we decided it sucks too. He remembers starting school several times on his birthday as well as days so stifling hot he wanted to die. Sucks.

To (sort of) quote Green Day:

“Wake me up when September COMES.” August cannot end soon enough.

Domestic Diva-fication

August 10th, 2009 by Kateastrophe

I had one of THOSE weekends.  The kind of weekend where the working girl shoulder angel is sitting over there pouting while the domestic shoulder angel is patting herself on the back.  She woke me up at 8:15 rearing and ready to go, go, go while the working girl shoulder angel re-he-heally wanted to sleep.  Normally, sleeping wins but today, the domestition got the best of us. 

Together this weekend my domestic shoulder angel and I accomplished the following:

  1. Made belgian waffles.  FROM SCRATCH.
  2. Made whipped cream, again, from scratch (Ok well sort of.  I didn’t really like, milk the cow or anything.  I just whipped it up in a cold bowl with some sugar.)
  3. Made fruit salad
  4. Made homemade wheat bread (is it from scratch if you used a bread maker?  No?  Dammit.)
  5. Made homemade strawberry ice cream (again, with the help of a machine but STILL)
  6. Cleaned every single kitchen appliance
  7. Scoured the kitchen counters and made them sparkle
  8. Swept and mopped the tile floors
  9. Vacuumed the carpet
  10. Re-arranged and fluffed the sagging couch cusions (down is so very soft but so very . . . saggy)
  11. Did two loads of dishes
  12. Dusted my house (which thanks to the Arizona desert is now completely covered in dust already.  Yay)
  13. Worked out
  14. Took a NAP

Seriously, worker-angel and I are exhausted.  EXHAUSTED.  Matt just watched me in my frenzy, mostly confused.  I love to cook and all but I took it to a whole new level over the weekend. I admit I had a blast but I’m not likely to give a repeat performance. 

Unless I’m pregnant and nesting. 

WHICH I’M NOT.

Which one of your shoulder angels won the battle this weekend?