annieology

Two of my personalities were here today.  June and the girlfriend.  Can you freakin believe it?  It’s the best day ever for my Hubby.

June, as in Cleaver, my clean freak alter, not to be confused with June Gardens who is the fourth funniest blogger in the known universe according to votes that may or may not be accurate.   She is funny ha ha though, and named at least two of her cats after me.

Anyway, it is usually not advisable to have two of your alters sharing consciousness at once.  The girlfriend is always mad at June for cleaning and homemaking, while June is mad at the girlfriend for lieing around and looking beautiful.  Inner turmoil.

Then the original problem.  I was raised by wolves.  Wolves that didn’t really tidy up after themselves.  You should see my desk.  Early in our marriage it would not be uncommon for Hubby to come home and ask why there were potatoes in the living room, and I would think it would be odd of him to ask.  Anyway, as the mother of many small children, I’ve been assigned the task of training them up.  I’m supposed to teach them to clean.  I don’t know how to.  I’ve got a bunch of kids who think potatoes belong in the living room.  It drives Hubby crazy.  Also June.  But she is only here about three days a month, so I guess if she would stick around, things would be different around here.   I would say better, but Hubby likes the girlfriend and always says he can hire a housekeeper.

So, if only there were a book on organizing, or happy homemaking, or ten simple things to do to always have a clean house.  Oh wait, there are books like that.  Thousands and thousands of books, and they are cluttering up my house.  Seriously, I know I’m supposed to put stuff away when I’m done with it, duh.  Luckily, Hubby has stopped offering his advice.

• Aside: Hubby and I are perfect together, because we have some of our stereotypical gender roles reversed.  He would offer advice on picking up my socks and putting away the bread after making toast and I would roll my eyes.  Also, he’s told me that people like it when you look at them while they are talking to you.  Who knew?

Anyway, I am not qualified to teach children how to clean.  I guess they will teach me.

Another problem,  I’m currently watching Slumdog Millionaire and while I’ve heard nothing but good things about it, why did no one tell me the first five minutes involved torture?  OK, so this is me telling you, the first five minutes involve torture.   Ten minutes in and I’m not feeling good.  It had better get better or we’re going to turn it off like we did Fight Club and hear for the rest of our lives that had we held out four more seconds it would have gotten good.  Why should I have to wait 3/4 of  the movie, why can’t it be feel good right from the start?

Continuing on with Slumdog next we have men killing the main character’s mom and burning men in the streets.  Orphans fending for themselves in the streets of Mumbai before going into the dumps to fend for themselves. Luckily a man comes to rescue them and forces them to work  the streets to feed him.  And just when you think, “OK” , the nice man burns out the eyeballs of a kid.  Yep, feeling all warm and fuzzy.   If by warm and fuzzy you mean, on the verge of vomiting.  I’m sorry the cute little dance at the end does not make up for the movie.

Well, apparently Junie would rather be making bread, so I’m off to make bread, and no you can’t have any, it’s all spoken for.  Get your orders in now for Friday.

This entry was posted on Thursday, June 25th, 2009 at 12:14 am and is filed under Kindle, Movies, annieology. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.