chock-a-block!

I almost cleaned my basement today. i give myself credit for seriously considering it, but eventually i decided to read this book instead.

Nothing says good times like a book chock-a-block full of serial killer hi-jinks, let me tell you! i've laughed, i've cried, i've engorged my spleen. It's a rollicking good time, even better than doing my laundry (or cleaning the basement...) truly a dream come true! This book can do many things, including making me forget enough of my day to get to sleep without drinking mouthwash, but unfortunately, it kept me away from cleaning my poor neglected basement for one more day. The bastard.

mmm ping pong

Basement update! we are finally down to having just one ping-pong table in our basement. yes, we actually had two down there, because apparently we really really love us some ping-pong, we are ping-pong fanatics, ping-pong-aholics even. or not. we used to play, (badly), but recently the stacks of crap piled three feet deep on the tables kind of got in the way. they do that. so last night we cleared one completely off and chucked it. well, we chucked it after dragging it up the stairs, bumping a hole in the ceiling with it, and hefting it out the door and through the garage. It was so much fun i almost peed my pants.

Do i think about pudding too much?

I think i may have to change the name of my blog, because cleaning anything, especially my basement, is the furthest thing from my mind right now. What is on my mind, you ask? My son, because 2 year olds refuse to be off your mind for longer than approximately 3 seconds, especially when there are cookies involved. School, because it is sucking the life out of me. And pudding, um, because it is delicious. The way things are going now, my basement could have evaporated for all i know, (as they are known to do from time to time in order to escape religious persecution). But i still cling to the hope that one day my crazy mutant professors will stop hounding me for my life blood, and i will once again be free to roam amidst the majestic glory that is my basement. It's always good to have something to look forward to. Even if it is really pathetic.

laundry tubs unite!

Ok. i'm still not cleaning. but now i have a good excuse for not cleaning, which makes all the difference in the world. in my head at least. A few days ago our basement laundry tub decided that it had been neglected long enough, and so in its final act of protest, decided to allow all the water in its u-bend to dry up. This seeming innocent act of rebellion allowed sewer gas into our home, and so the stank began. in our valiant efforts to air out this horrible stink of all stanks, our basement window was opened. and it hasn't been closed since, and its freezing! so, unless i decide to don a parka and some nice woolly mittens in order to clean, there will be no cleaning in basement-ville. its a tragedy of great proportions. well, i suppose i could force myself to go down there and close the window... nah. excuses are nice.

hoo doggie!

Once again, nothing highly exciting has been happening in my basement, unless you count the uninhibited reproduction of assorted creepies and crawlies as exciting. in that case it has been a rip-roaring good time down there. i previously had made enough headway so that i can study down there, as yummy as that may sound, but i think its so cold my brain freezes up. its not working out quite as i had imagined it, but its not so bad. school is eating up a good deal of my time, and the rest, well, i just dont feel inspired to clean. who knew you had to be inspired to clean? perhaps its just an excuse not to clean because i am lazy, but until i know for sure, i think i'll sit there on the couch and wait for the muse of basement cleaning to come inspire me. i do wonder what such a muse would look like, for some reason i picture oscar the grouches friend grouchetta emerging mysteriously from the depth of the junk piles, and proceeding to yell at me. that would be awesome.

sadly, my brain has deserted me.

i have no pictures for you of stupid stuff from my basement, nor do i even have tales of the cleaning projects of epic proportion. what i do have is a headache, blurry memories of school and babysitting, and a strange desire to clean the refrigerator with a toothbrush. which in combination lead to conversations such as these:

1.
(me, cooking dinner) hey mom, do we have one of those thing-a-ma-jigs? i want to thing-a-ma-jig the meat..

(mom, sitting at the computer) of course! its in one of those drawers there.

2.
(me sitting in the passengers seat) hey we're by those peoples house aren't we, those whats-its-faces people..

(mom, driving) the whos?

(me) you know, those people you baked that thing for that one time.

(mom) oh yeah! the whatsitsdiddles. they live right down there somewhere.

i don't know what more disturbing. the fact that my mom understands what the crap i am talking about? or that she talks the same way. egads, what is this what-ya-call-it coming to?

cookies...

I have recently started a new semester at school, i am currently enrolled in two community colleges, and one university. all of this means what? stress baking. and also unfortunately, stress eating. eventually this will turn into stress cleaning, and i will get back to cleaning the basement. maybe. if i can fit through the doorway by then.