Our dishwasher is broken. ~Insert heart attack here.~ It won’t drain, and seeing as though I didn’t marry a handyman, it’s been broken for a while. I can’t count the weeks we were gone for the holiday, so I’ll say it’s been broken for 2 weeks.

Remember - I am close to being the worst housewife ever, so dishes really isn’t my thing. Laundry, dusting, vacuuming, and picking up really isn’t either, but that’s neither here nor there.

But, now that the dishwasher is broken, I have found something out that I didn’t know about myself.

I like washing dishes.

I will never say that again, and if you ask me, I’ll deny it. Waterboard me. Pull out my nails with pliers. Make me watch John Basedow commercials for 24 hours straight. I’LL DENY IT.

I have some sort of satisfaction out of washing the dishes myself, rinsing them, and seeing them come out clean.

How weird am I?

Someone help!

In the meantime, check out my latest post at Mamas Like.

I learned on Oprah today (and the show about the NHL draft HockeyMan is watching right now) that sleep is not a luxury. See what you can learn watching a hockey show.

So, my tens of friends, I am off to bed.

And it is only 11pm.

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It’s after 11. I’m still up chatting my my blog friend, Secret Agent Mama:

ME 11:01 i’m actually getting bags under my eyes

SAM 11:01
i check in on you often

ME 11:01
awww…

01:30
sleeping >6 hours a night isn’t good for mama

SAM 11:01
I . Hear . That .

ME 11:01
so i decided that NO MATTER WHAT that i’d head to bed at 11

01:59
and it is now 11…

02:04
and yet i’m still typing

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WHY CAN’T I GO TO BED??????

I feel like I need to do more.

I need to read more.

I need to blog more.

I need to speak out more.

I need to take more pictures.

I need to clean more.

I need to move more.

I need to know more.

I need to study more.

I need to practice more patience.

I need to be funny more.

I need to see my friends more.

I need to think more.

I need to be still more.

Starting today, I will blog more. I think it helps my brain realize what’s going on in my brain. Unfortunately, it also lets everyone around me know what’s going on, and I get a little uncomfortable knowing that.

So, I will be funny more.

Here are my solutions to the needs above:

I feel like I need to do more. What? You mean more than raise two toddlers, run an online store, and serve as a sucky housewife? What more do you WANT from me? Oh. You want to EAT, too? Bah.

I need to read more. I said earlier that I was going to finish reading Water for Elephants. So what if I haven’t touched it in the 2 days I’ve had it on my end table.

I need to blog more. Like more than 2 times a week.

I need to speak out more. You might get sick of my politicking in the next few months. But, people, this country needs help. That, or I’m moving to Canada. For now, I’ll stay silent.

I need to take more pictures. 10,000 isn’t enough.

I need to clean more. Worst. Housewife. Ever. Well, maybe not worst. I’m not a bonafide hoarder yet.

I need to move more. At least get off my recliner.

I need to know more. Right now, just knowing what Britney’s doing today on TMZ will have to count for knowledge.

I need to study more. My girls’ pediatrician today suggested some books on handling “strong-willed” children. They’re on their way from Amazon.

I need to practice more patience. See above.

I need to be funny more. See above.

I need to see my friends more. I realize just how lucky I am to have the skanks friends I have. Hi Steph!

I need to think more. I’m blond. I get a pass every now and then.

I need to be still more. Ohmmmmmm……

It was more like listening - well, it was listening - during the 7 hour drive on the way home today.

I had to pause the CD about 50 times to hear what was dropped by the little misses OR what they wanted to eat/not eat OR where we were going/coming from OR who was gonna be where and doing what. But that’s expected when you’re the sole driver going across the Sunshine State with a 3-1/2-year-old and a 2-year-old. Don’t be jealous.

Anyhoo, during the drive, I listened to Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen.

Now, I’d LOVE to call myself an avid reader, but for this time in my life (busy with my website, my girls, and not doing housework), I just can’t get up the energy to turn off the TV and read, though I LOVE it when I do. I kind of go in spurts where I’ll read 5 books back-to-back, then I don’t pick one up for 2 years. (Like when I traveled around Europe w/ my mom and sister and read 7 books. Hmmm… I guess I should have been looking out the window instead of the books.) Right now, I’m smack in the middle of a drought.

But my drought is soon ending. I couldn’t get through all 11 1/2 hours of the book on CD during my 7 hour trip (ha! math!), so I’m ordering the book from Amazon - don’t ya love Amazon? I am promising you, my loyal tens of readers, that I WILL finish the book when it arrives in a few days.

Promise.

Any other book suggestions?

I’ll give you mine since you asked:

The Red Tent by Anita Diamant - a MUST for all women
Shopaholic Series by Sophie Kinsella - FUN chic lit
Celebrity Detox by Rosie O’Donnell - all fans and strangerfriends must read
The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown - must read even if you saw the movie - the movie doesn’t do it justice

readreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadreadread

So, I’m no photojournalist, but I’m tired and not witty. Other than… no… not witty. Just tired and ready to go home. I’ve been at my parent’s for 16 days. (Hi, Ma!)

Yup. I’m ready.

Reflect.

The Beach

Wordless Wednesday

This is - NO JOKE - the FUNNIEST thing I’ve read or heard in YEARS:

Alli Side Effects

Thanks to Dawn for telling me about this gem.

Staying at mom & dad’s - 16 days
The Boss is learning how to add in her head - 3 1/2 years old
Trouble is talking - 4 word sentences - 2 years old
Ate delicious cheeseburgers
Mom gave the girls (well, The Boss) mini-golf clubs - cutest ever
I got a new fancy-pants camera - gotta learn it

Watched SiCKO - now I’m sick to my stomach - I’m moving to Canada

Learned I need to take a hard stand this election “season” - I need to know/learn/educate - We will be heading to Canada next November if things don’t change.

Any suggestions on a location?

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Follow-Up: Underwear? On the first Bunnytown show we saw, there was a bunny that kept popping up throughout the show saying “underwear” for no good reason - The Boss thought it was HEEEELARIOUS.

I just read an article my mom showed me (BTW - I’m in the middle of spending 18 days - yes, 18 days - at my parent’s house - Hi, Ma!) that explains how by shopping online, you can make a dent in saving the earth.

It may be a little dent, but take it as an excuse to shop more online!
Where can you shop online?

*Shameless self-promotion alert*

Good for the Kids!

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