Cup O Dirt?

Today I actually counted the dirty glasses/cups I found in and around the kitchen. It was 3 pm; there were 11. Now, it must be said that I only have 2 children. Two children who didn't even get out of bed until 10:30 am. They then left the house (with me, of course!) at 11:30 am and we did not return until 2:30 pm. Now, you do the math!

We didn't even eat lunch at home!

How many cups/glasses of who knows what (see photo) can 2 kids get dirty in approximately an hour and a half???

The answer is 11! Well, at least today it was.

And speaking of answers, does Clifton Heights Kid think I wouldn't have the answer to name that killer?

Gary Gilmore, of course! And I even remember the song from SNL...Let's kill Gary Gilmore for X-mas (sung to the tune of Winter Wonderland)! You gotta love that!

You don't? Just kill me now.

In closing, as I must (the Murder Hour is about to begin), I'll just leave a little sumthin,sumthin, for YOUR MUM - you were me mum in another life, and another religion. Remember?

PS For the record, I don't have siblings. Ala Bart Simpson, I had an emergency sisterectomy right after Molly left her scathing comments! And by the way, my meds are better than your meds! Har!

Dog days, already?

Dog eat dog! My kids are at each other's throats constantly, and summer gives them more time to plot against each other, and me! If it's not one thing, it's their mother!
Now, I won't play the martyr card here(even though I was taught by the best) but how much can one take? Really.
"What's for dinner?" "What's for lunch?" "I'm hungry!" "I'm not eating THAT! I hate THAT!"
"Who ate my cereal?" (from a community box in the pantry) and the one that happened years ago, that made me pull the car over in a hysterical laughing fit, "SHE'S LOOKING AT MY DRINK!!!!"
No, it's not all about food, but I do find myself way too often having to stop whatever it is I am doing to feed some child (my own, or others')some husband (ok, just mine) or some animal (you know, the FAMILY pet!).
The dog in the kitchen? Couldn't find a pic with a stick of furniture sweating over the hot stove.
It works.

Celebrating the 4th with a fifth...

Hope I don't get sixth! Look,
It's the cereal that's shot from guns!
Maybe it's just me, but I don't get re-enactors. I can't even get up enough interest in my own life to get dressed in my own clothes, let alone re-enactment garb. Ok, I know there's more to it than that, but com'on!
So, where was I?
Ah yes, my family treating me as walking, talking furniture...although they don't hear a word I say, or notice when I've left a room, they have a sense that something has taken place in their realm. I have to give them that. Keen sense of awareness, when something even vaguely brushes passed their realm.
I've had a summer's worth full of arguments, disagreements, and general ugliness already, and it's only the 4th of July. Saints preserve us!
And hey, where did May and June go? Not to mention where that fifth went?! E-gads...

Welcome to my world...

You may have some preconceived notion as to what this blog may be about, but you would be wrong. Dead wrong.
It is a cry for attention.
You see, I am the ignored mother and wife of a family that not only ignores me, but when I do get some attention, it is the kind that only perpatrators with long criminal histories get. Seems I can't do anything quick enough, smart enough, or sane enough for the likes of the people I live with.
So...I have been hiding. Upstairs, if they are down, downstairs, if they are up, and I have watched real crime mysteries to escape. Hence, the murder hour.
I have always liked the idea of true life anything. Autobiographies, love stories, life stories, but nothing gets it for me like a murder mystery-true life, though.
I fail to see how this saves me from being ignored or one upped by my family, but it has worked for years....somehow. Tonight was particularly brutal, as I was already hiding by 6:30 pm.
As for the pic, well, isn't it shark week?