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I just counted, out of curiosity, and I have 12 bags in my living room. Strewn about there are 12 bags full of random things we haven’t put away from various outings or have shoved junk into them in an effort to “clean”. It’s crisis point.
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I went to an estate sale last weekend and one of the women working there wouldn’t sell me a huge stack of ephemera I collected from a monster sifting session in the hot dusty garage. She said, “It was too personal!”. So the underwear in the drawers and the sliver of soap in the bathroom are okay but me trying to ‘rescue’ these photos and keepsakes is “too personal”? Good to know. Better to know before the other estate sale lady pointed me to the trunk in the garage in the first place.
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Why does my fishtank stink? What’s the easiest way to clean a 30 gallon tank? Want some free fish?
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I have a toe infection (I dare you to google image “ingrown toenail”) and it’s making me grumpy. Appointment at noon. Update sure to follow.
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I am still obsessing over this blunder: During morning at drop off at my son’s school I said to two snazzily dressed moms, “Wow! You both look so fancy. Off to somewhere special?” They looked at each other and replied s………….l………….o………….w………….l………….y, “Just work.” Ouch. Total stay at home mom moment.
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Did I mention my toe really hurts? Like in a cartoonish throbbing way.
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Winnah = Ari’s Art
And in non-toe related news, Adriana at Ari’s Art won the PIF, check her out at her blog that is full of her cool artwork! Thank you all for entering for your chance to win! But really, we’re ALL winners here. Please contact me with your mailing address Ari and I will get this off to you!
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This concludes my blog salad. It’s a lighter and less filling menu option.
Next time I’ll try and throw in some croutons or maybe Baco-Bits if you’re good.
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I now have a podiatrist. I will add that to the list of things I never imagined would come out of my mouth when I was a teenager. The good news is that I have a little doctor crush on him! He’s a COLLECTOR! The office is in the first floor of his house and immediately upon walking up the steps and into the lobby (no ramp which I thought was odd in his line of work) you are greeted by tons of STUFF. My kind of guy. He collects cameras, vintage sock forms, ink wells, painted postcards and tons of other stuff I didn’t get to peek at I’m sure. After being shown to my room, I pawed around my bag and pulled out my business card! I know, crazy right? I have a business card. I have a kick butt business card. I will post it tomorrow for you but today was the first time I handed it to a non-friend. It felt good, super good. There was only the tiniest bit of the impostor feeling, really really tiny. Mostly I felt proud. Okay, back to the real reason you are here – my TOES. He asked me how well I handled pain, upon retrospect I think it’s a very good doctor trick to phrase it that way. I immediately wanted to be the best pain taking patient EVAH. ***Warning***: not that graphic but don’t read if you have a toenail thing. I have a teeth thing and would want a warning if you were going to write about your teeth. So I forwent the Novocaine shot and he proceeded to lift and then clip off half my big toenail. Not to disclose too much about myself but it wasn’t altogether unpleasant.
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This is a never ending toe post but I had to write about the loving care I got last night from my Kindergartner. He is the medic of the family. He excitedly gathered the appropriate tools for the job and ordered me to recline on the sofa. He wrapped my foot in an ace bandage, propped my foot up on pillows and then covered my leg in washcloths and bean bags. He got a wet cloth for my forehead and gently applied some pressure to my head to help me feel better. Not only was it cute as all get out, it was actually therapeutic.
Notice the label he wrote for my bandage, “TO NJRE” = Toe Injury.
And I appreciate all the SAHM support, I just wanted to clarify that I was obsessing because I felt like I made the blunder. I was the one who had my SAHM blinders on and wasn’t seeing past my own circumstances. I felt like I was being insensitive to moms who may or may not be wanting to head off to work.
Okay, I now declare this post officially ended. I am off to take photos of some of my recent super trash grabs! Bum toe or no, I’m all about trash day scores!