what the..?

There are moments in life when all becomes brilliantly clear. now is one of those moments. when i suddenly realise, i am in way over my head. i foolishly decided to tackle the blatant misuse of space in the basement tonight. little did i know, the basement was planning a counter attack of mass proportions, involving magic junk multiplication, bug warfare, and icky icky unknown substances. tonight i retreat, tomorrow, i bring reinforcements as well as sale storage bins from meijer. touche! you craptastic basement of evil and damnation! or, something maybe a tad less over dramatic, but whatever.

I told you i was cool (read: a big nerd)

The only problem being, that i am perhaps by far cooler than any individual should ever be allowed to be at one time. this being demonstrated by my Fat Boys tapes. i need help, maybe even a 12 step program. hello, my name is jennifer, and i am a victim of unintentional coolness via The Fat Boys music. i cant stop! what makes it even worse, is that i cant bring myself to throw them out, and worse still, i will probably find myself down in the basement listening to them later tonight. because seriously, the Jellyroll song? classic.

She-ra

Did you know She-ra was twin sister of He-man? i guess that subtle intricacy escaped me when i was little. that explains why they never hooked up though. at least publicly. I remember the day i got this coloring book, it was in the second grade, and there was a book fair going on, and i wanted nothing to do with the books you actually had to read. just give me a She-ra princess of power coloring book, yo. somehow i convinced my mother that this was obviously the smart choice, and viola! years of mind numbingly good she-ra fun.

PEEP!

I love peep. is that wrong? i look forward to watching peep with the boys as one looks forward to a talking-bird filled refuge from a world seemingly under the tyrannical rule of two year olds who are out for blood, vengeance, and snacks. it used to just be a show that the boys would actually sit down and put the hair pulling and junk-on-the-floor-eating on hold for, but now i think i get even more excited about watching it than they do. what have i become? (answer: a Quack loving weirdo.) Quack is the blue one, for those of you who have yet to experience the joy that is peep. that kind of makes it sound like i am about to start a cult, which by the way, would be the most awesome cult ever. the cult of Quack. anyway.. i love peep.

In other news, things are actually getting cleaned! the basement is looking much better these days. granted this better i speak of still = crappy, but its better than before, and i once again have a clear vision of what i need to do, and it doesn't even involve garden gnomes, pudding, or burning the house down. amazing! i would go take a picture of these fabled improvements, but due to the subzero temperatures often reached in the basement-of-eternal-despair, the pictures will have to wait. because currently i am freezing and also a wuss. i have also unearthed many great tid bits of love to share soon, so in my next post i might actually have something to say! or, not, as usual, but be excited!! (!) quack.

what to watch while not cleaning anything even remotely resembling a basement.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJYxCSXjhLI

Bernz O Matic!

We have a bernz o matic master torch! we have a bernz o matic master torch? why? well, according to the "101" uses booklet, which incidentally only lists 25 uses, we have this master torch to do such things as melt ice off of our steps, (because apparently my neighbors don't already think we are crazy enough as it is,) burn leaves, burn tent worms, and to use in my laboratory. how did they know i have a laboratory? but the list left off the number one use that comes to mind when i think fondly of our adorable bernz o matic torch, that being, accidentally burning down the house because we have a bazillion-dy year old moderately unstable freaking propane tank in our freaking basement. but that would make the list 102 (aka 26) uses for your fiery-death-o-matic-torch, and that just wouldn't be as catchy as 101 uses. and after all, where else are you supposed to store your rusty canister o' flammable materials that you are never going to use because its old and scary, right? i mean really. how could i have questioned it?