neilmed?

now i can decimate the ant population and irrigate my sinuses at the same time! wow, and really, who doesn't enjoy a good nasal flush? apparently no one at our house, because this gem was hiding downstairs next to all of our varied buggie poisons. unless it was intended to join our arsenal, because perhaps there is nothing like a good sinus rinse to convince the bugs that they should leave your premises. then if that doesn't work we could give them pedicures and a high colonic, thus causing a mass exodus of the basement. awesome. that almost sounds better than admitting that we have a spare nasal irrigation kit in the basement. as though we are saving it for a rainy day, or keeping it just in case we run out of stock. but really, why was it hiding ashamed and unused with the ant poison? who goes out and makes a purchase like this and then decides to ferret it away in the most remote nether lands of their basement? my family, i say with a tear in my eye, my family.

excuses, how i love you

So, i am once again neglecting my basement. i just saw my mother hefting a heaping load of junk down the basement stairs the other day, um, eeek! by the time i get back down there it will look like i have never started to clean it in the first place. whats a girl to do? besides cartwheels and headstands, i mean.
instead of cleaning, i have been spending an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out the many fine aspects of American Sign Language. i want to become an interpreter, however at times i doubt my abilities. i love the language, but it is currently making me want to gouge my eyes out with a shrimp fork. While i was searching for more ASL related stuff to torment myself with, i came across these pictures, so i thought i would share my madness. if you would like to share even more of my madness, or at least get an idea of whats driving me to drink (water, and lots of it by jove!) check out www.deafvideo.tv/ maybe its just me, but it makes me want to pee my pants. no. its probably just me. but its still way cool.

give me a hand!

Slowly but surely things have once again begun to improve deep within the subterranean depths of my basement. hurrah. still lots of crap and a heck of a lot of brick-a-brack to sort through, lets hear it for brick-a-brack! but i will remain positive, positive-ish, anyway. while cleaning i found a mysterious drawer that doesn't appear to go with anything, just a drawer sitting around, filled with strange stuff from my younger, and slightly weirder days. a call to arms? some teens have crazy signs on their bedroom doors, do not enter, warning! or maybe popular band posters or whatever. i on the other hand had this string of arms hanging across my door. kind of like the pile of skulls at the entrance to the dragons lair? big lots used to rock my world, who couldn't use a bargain on a bag of arms? seriously.

crap i listen to in my basement

In The Morning by Junior Boys. wonderfully lovely cleaning groove. I am sure the knowledge that i listen to them whilst digging myself out of a heap in my crappy basement would become the highlight of their career. surely. Shirley.

chompy chomp

Tasty! My first night back in the basement cleaning mode, and i was (un)fortunate enough to make this gruesomely sparkly discovery! These were my retainers way back in the day. Back in the day when apparently purple and clear retainers with sparkles were really cool, and i was (what am i talking was?) also really cool, as long as really cool = DORK. So, not only have i not lost my dork style, i haven't lost my dork retainers either. Awesome! I also found a jar of my wisdom teeth next to my retainers, i am assuming that they have made friends, my teeth and my retainers, and often reminisce about my terrible flossing habits. Oh! and on a side note, Ewwww!

the lurking bishop. he's #1!

This is the bishop of my interesting church, and no, he is not currently lurking in my basement. At least i don't believe him to be, though i have not set foot downstairs in , what day is it now? Tuesday ? um, about 12 years. I may be exaggerating by about 11 and three-quarter-ish years, but that's kind of what it feels like these days. So for all i know he is nesting in the insulation down there as i speak, but i doubt it, its too warm out to be bishop nesting season. Am i right or am i right? Anyway, why do i have his picture on here if he is not in my basement you ask? Because i was feeling a bit off, my son has been out of town with my ex-husband for 4 out of 5 days now, and i am really feeling his absence. But, when i was looking through my pictures this one totally cracked me up, and made me feel better. The pic was taken a few months ago at a surprise birthday party some church members threw for him. My friend holly and i made him a cake that kind of accidentally turned out looking like it was diseased, and there was a lady there who, unbeknownst to her, did a dead on impression of the cowardly lion when she laughed. Remembering how loopy it was still has me cracking up like a nut, so while i have effectively avoided cleaning anything that even slightly resembles a basement, at least i don't feel so lonely without my son anymore. Well, kind-a.

crap i have not found in my basement..

As i have been neglecting my basement, so i have also neglected my blog. eeeek! blog neglect, punishable by death in at least 4 countries. or not, but whatever. though i do fear my basement is suffering most of all. as we speak the buggies of doom are repopulating their habitats, regrouping and reformatting their e-vile plans to conquer the basement, and enslave the natives.

school has been eating away most of my free time. this semester is not incredibly difficult, just time consuming. so while i fritter away my time with those pesky assignments and study guides, i have let my guard down. but i figure, as long as i am not letting my pants down as well, things are still in pretty good shape. I will eventually get back to the bottomless basement, to fight the buggie hoards and battle the bulk, but it may have to wait until after mid terms, and then perhaps til after the summer of 2009. unless i can persuade myself to get cleaning in some way. hmmmm, maybe i'll bribe myself with a pudding pop, but i guarantee nothing.