Just Call Me Barbara K

If I had to make a list of things that really suck, cleaning bathrooms would probably be at the top. More specifically, cleaning tubs/showers. You clean them, then turn around and get them dirty again. Well, just when I thought that chore couldn't get any worse, Tay decides to start practicing the recorder while I was cleaning the bathroom. Please kill me now. That instrument needs to be banned from elementary schools. What an awful noise those things make. I had to bite my tongue and suffer in silence. After Taylor was done practicing, she came up stairs and commented on how hard it was to keep her fingers in the right place.... yah, I noticed. Later that evening she decided to practice again. Her Dad had to kindly ask her to stop due to a "headache". Hopefully her recorder skills improve quickly, or she will be forced to practice in the backyard. If the dogs in the neighborhood start howling in the afternoon, you will know that my daughter is practicing the recorder.

I never had to learn the recorder in school. DJ did though. He remembers trying to learn "Hot Cross Buns", with no success. When the time came for the class to perform for the school, his teacher told him that he had to pretend to play so that he wouldn't mess up the other kids. The same thing happened when his class learned the ukalele. I guess Tay got her recorder skills from her Dad (funny since she is learning the piano so quickly).

Now on to the pictures below.

We posted our van to sell on KSL. A lady was coming to test drive it, so we decided to vaccuum it out. DJ was getting under the seat, when he saw a blue ball. He reached under to grab it, when it cracked in his hand. Whoops, that's not a ball, it's an easter egg.

GROSS!!! He was ticked/totally grossed out. He couldn't believe that I had an old hard boiled egg in my car (like I knew it was there). In my defense, it didn't belong to my family. I vaguely remember one of our car pool kids having a died egg in the car. Apparently it rolled under the seat. Oooops! Good thing it was boiled. It was all covered in mold.

The next day, I found this clementine in DJ's church bag.

It was all hard and blackish.

I think we're even.

That is until I found these onions in my cold storage. I wondered why my cold storage was starting to smell like onions. I wonder how big they would have gotten.

So Basically, we are a bunch of dirty slobs. My great aunt was a messy lady. She put the show "Hoarders" to shame. I guess I got her genes. Just call me Barabara K... may she rest in peace.

In other news, we sold our van.... Booo!

I loved that van. It wasn't anything fancy, but we loved it. So for now, we are a one car family. When you see me biking to Walmart with my kids in the bike trailer, please don't laugh at the lady in the helmet, or honk your horn to scare me because I will get revenge.

I struggled with the helmet thing, but what kind of a mother would I be if I made my kids wear one and I didn't. Safety first, right?

Oh well, who needs a car when you have a Walmart down the street.

Wish me happy pedaling...