"I got it"

I love it when my strong silent mysterious man cleans our carpets.

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I get the job of moving the furniture out, cleaning up all the stray misc hidden treasures I find when I move said furniture. And vacuuming up all the dog hair that finds it's way behind, under and through every crack and crevice... I can't believe there is anything left of our dogs after all the hair I find they lose! jeesh! Surprised they are not hairless by now.

And then moving the furniture back into place. This job I don't usually mind because I am a self confessed furniture mover... I love to re-arrange furniture. My boys can normally find at least one room of the house moved around about 3-4 times a year... one time I switched my office and Jacobs room just for a change of pace. Our little house isn't very conducive to furniture moving, so this past year when I got the guitar wall up, I haven't changed much. (I am really over due... I might have to knock out a wall soon).

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But the best part of cleaning the carpets, is that for a short time... we can play ball in the house!!!

These guys love it!

No surprise, Taylor is the ball hog!

But Morgan and Rudy enjoy that we get down and roll around on the floor with them!

A good time is always had by all!!

Something interesting I discovered is that I have more consistant, interesting, self motivating, deep thoughts posted in my hand journals from right after we cleaned carpets than any other times. It must say something about a clean house that leads to a clear mind. I always think better with clean carpets!

Life from inside the bubble...

Well we did it... Jim has been threatening for over a year now to quit paying for a local land line, and satellite TV. He gets so frustrated with the outrageous prices for what you get. So we finally did it, we turned off our home phone, we are wireless now, and only get local channels with rabbit ears (I never thought I would ever say rabbit ears again!!) if the teenager stands just right with his mouth open (ha ha ha).

We figured we would spend more time together as a family and playing with our dogs since we have less channels to surf.

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And really we got tons of wrong phone calls, as our number was very close to the public defenders office. I can't say I will miss all those 3pm collect calls from the jail everyday. Although I think I could get a job for their office with all the experience I have re-directing Spanish speaking callers to get their court dates. Jim would just hang up, but after 6 years I felt a connection and obligation to help them find their way out of trouble.

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Anyway, we are now among the proud and the few that no longer need the telephone company or an answering machine!

Before and After...

I am NOT, I repeat, NOT!!!! an experienced hair dresser, or even an inexperienced hair cutter for that matter. This is just the results of a very overtired couple, a man who loves to get his head scratched for relaxation, a wife who is not a fan of hairy men, lots and lots of trust, and major faith in the process of forgiveness within our marriage!!!

There was not allot of talk ahead of time, just a suggestion that he needed it cut, really badly, and reply that I should just do it for him.

I knew if I goofed it up TOO badly, he wears a hat 6 days a week anyway. I promise it was not my secret plotting way to get even with him for something he said two months ago, I promise! But it was fun running the shears and watching it fall to the ground... I will have to remember what a stress reliever that was for the future he he he. In the end, it turned out to be something we could both live with. If that isn't compromise in a marriage, I don't know what is.