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Wednesday, May 28, 2003
Baby's got Back
Alas, I have tunneled my way through the heaping mounds of laundry. I swear to Pete that we are edging closer and closer to being nudists, just to stave off the 15 loads of laundry a week that we generate. Not to mentiont the 6ish loads that still need to be done from my garage sale excursions this season.
The sheer volume of clothing we have in this household is nasty crazy. Good timing for us gals(Corrie, Tamara, Kassy, and a few others) and I to have a garage sale of our own. So I have spent the past week sorting through every drum, storage container, closet, and dresser drawer for items that we have loved long enough, thank you verra much. Hopefully, some poor unsuspecting soul will feel the need to relieve me of this mess.
At the height of my laundry pile (figuritively and literally), I was down to two pairs of panties. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that two pairs is only a one day supply, at best. I have an unnatural need to compulsively change my undergarments. Not that they get especially dirty in the eight hours allotted for their wearing mind you, but they loose that, I-just-came-out-of-the-drawer fresh feeling after a couple of hours. Unacceptable. They must be changed. I had just put the children to bed and was retiring to my bedroom to ready myself for the evening. I opened my underwear drawer to find it surprising light. TWO pairs left. One of them being a silky thong that came with a sexy little number I had purchased for Valentines Day. *PSA Those who know me IRL may want to skip on past this, or not, whatever you wish. However, we all know that this definitely goes under the NEVER, EVER actually talk about it files. You know the one. It is where I filed the incident about....oh wait, I don't talk about this...get it? Anyhow.... I slowly, carefully remove the ass floss from the rear of my dresser drawer, holding it out to ponder the very idea of actually putting it on my body. I know it can not be sanitary. That little piece of silk gliding back and forth between here and there, transferring butt germs to the vagina region. Not pretty. I then think about the fact that if I do not slide these two pieces of string, joined together by what appears to be an eye patch, onto my hiney I will not have a fresh pair of panties to put on in the morning. Eek! Then, I think of the Cosmo-ish article I read that reported that guys really like these thong things. If I recall, they reportedly really like doing the deed, doggie style, whilst their partner is wearing the said thong. Hmmm.....I have a very sweet, sexy, deserving DH downstairs that just may fall under this catagory. Hmmm...what to do,what to do. Clean undies in the a.m. won out. After a couple of tries, I think I got it on right. Not too bad. Not good, but not too bad. If anything, I think I would have preferred less material at the top of the back. It just gets bunched up in my butt crack. Who knows, maybe that was the front, or the crotch, or maybe the whole thing really was an eye patch after all. None the less, it was a good night in the Weiss household. :P
Note to Self: Style over comfort should not apply to underwear.
Alas, I have tunneled my way through the heaping mounds of laundry. I swear to Pete that we are edging closer and closer to being nudists, just to stave off the 15 loads of laundry a week that we generate. Not to mentiont the 6ish loads that still need to be done from my garage sale excursions this season.
The sheer volume of clothing we have in this household is nasty crazy. Good timing for us gals(Corrie, Tamara, Kassy, and a few others) and I to have a garage sale of our own. So I have spent the past week sorting through every drum, storage container, closet, and dresser drawer for items that we have loved long enough, thank you verra much. Hopefully, some poor unsuspecting soul will feel the need to relieve me of this mess.
At the height of my laundry pile (figuritively and literally), I was down to two pairs of panties. Now, anyone who knows me, knows that two pairs is only a one day supply, at best. I have an unnatural need to compulsively change my undergarments. Not that they get especially dirty in the eight hours allotted for their wearing mind you, but they loose that, I-just-came-out-of-the-drawer fresh feeling after a couple of hours. Unacceptable. They must be changed. I had just put the children to bed and was retiring to my bedroom to ready myself for the evening. I opened my underwear drawer to find it surprising light. TWO pairs left. One of them being a silky thong that came with a sexy little number I had purchased for Valentines Day. *PSA Those who know me IRL may want to skip on past this, or not, whatever you wish. However, we all know that this definitely goes under the NEVER, EVER actually talk about it files. You know the one. It is where I filed the incident about....oh wait, I don't talk about this...get it? Anyhow.... I slowly, carefully remove the ass floss from the rear of my dresser drawer, holding it out to ponder the very idea of actually putting it on my body. I know it can not be sanitary. That little piece of silk gliding back and forth between here and there, transferring butt germs to the vagina region. Not pretty. I then think about the fact that if I do not slide these two pieces of string, joined together by what appears to be an eye patch, onto my hiney I will not have a fresh pair of panties to put on in the morning. Eek! Then, I think of the Cosmo-ish article I read that reported that guys really like these thong things. If I recall, they reportedly really like doing the deed, doggie style, whilst their partner is wearing the said thong. Hmmm.....I have a very sweet, sexy, deserving DH downstairs that just may fall under this catagory. Hmmm...what to do,what to do. Clean undies in the a.m. won out. After a couple of tries, I think I got it on right. Not too bad. Not good, but not too bad. If anything, I think I would have preferred less material at the top of the back. It just gets bunched up in my butt crack. Who knows, maybe that was the front, or the crotch, or maybe the whole thing really was an eye patch after all. None the less, it was a good night in the Weiss household. :P
Note to Self: Style over comfort should not apply to underwear.
Friday, May 16, 2003
Long Time, No See
I have just not been in the blogging mode lately. This is mainly a courtesy post to all of my loyal fans (Hi, Mom! :P )to let them know that I will not be blogging for another week or so. I just simply do not get much time on the net lately and am trying to catch up on all the household things too. How is it that 5 people create so much freaking laundry?! See y'all in a week or so. :)
I have just not been in the blogging mode lately. This is mainly a courtesy post to all of my loyal fans (Hi, Mom! :P )to let them know that I will not be blogging for another week or so. I just simply do not get much time on the net lately and am trying to catch up on all the household things too. How is it that 5 people create so much freaking laundry?! See y'all in a week or so. :)
Monday, May 05, 2003
Wedded Bliss
Yesterday was my grandaparents 50th wedding anniversary. They hosted a wonderful dinner for our whole family at a very nice restaurant in a nearby town. My Grandpa looked so handsome and regal dressed to the nines in his very best suit. My Grandma looked radiant and beautiful in her cream satin and lace dress. They looked so happy and proud! It was a lovely day.
They requested that we not give them gifts, other than our presence on their special day. Mostly, we abided by their wishes. They, however, had different plans. After we had all finished dessert, my Grandpa presented each of his children with several wrapped gifts. The first was a beautiful leather bound scrapbook filled with family memoribilia. The family tree was completed many generations back, birth, marriage, and death certificates were included, along with lots and lots of family pictures. I come from good looking stock if I may say so myself. :) Then, they each opened a collection of brand-new-from-the-mint coins from their marriage year(1953). Nice. Then each child and their spouse were each given an envelope with a sizable cash gift in it. Very sizable. Each person present was also presented with a 1953 fifty cent piece to symbolize their fifty years together. Each granchild and their spouse was also given a generous cash gift. Each great grandchild was given a small cash gift. So much for no gifts. LOL
We took pictures, had drinks and talked about times past. It is a wonderful gift to have such a great example of marriage in my very own family. They are great friends, wonderful partners, and yes, still even lovers. I am so proud of them for all that they have accomplished. They had six children in eight years. My Grandma was a SAHM until the youngest was in school full-time. She then went to work for an accountign firm in town. My Grandpa worked at a local factory for forty years until retirement. They were a typical midwestern 1950's family.
My Grandparents now spend their days together in retirement. My Grandma still gets up at six each morning to put coffee on for Grandpa that she will take to him in the bedroom to wake up with while she cooks bacon and eggs. After breakfast, he goes golfing while she is off to the volunteer at the church, the hospital thrift shop, or Twig. They rejoin in the afternoon befoer they head off to any given grandchild's sporting, musical, academic, etc event. Then, home for an evening of TV and reading. They enjoy it all.
I am blessed to have them for my Grandparents! Happy Anniversary!
Note to self: Love is friendship. Love is understanding. Love is patience. Marriage is work.
Yesterday was my grandaparents 50th wedding anniversary. They hosted a wonderful dinner for our whole family at a very nice restaurant in a nearby town. My Grandpa looked so handsome and regal dressed to the nines in his very best suit. My Grandma looked radiant and beautiful in her cream satin and lace dress. They looked so happy and proud! It was a lovely day.
They requested that we not give them gifts, other than our presence on their special day. Mostly, we abided by their wishes. They, however, had different plans. After we had all finished dessert, my Grandpa presented each of his children with several wrapped gifts. The first was a beautiful leather bound scrapbook filled with family memoribilia. The family tree was completed many generations back, birth, marriage, and death certificates were included, along with lots and lots of family pictures. I come from good looking stock if I may say so myself. :) Then, they each opened a collection of brand-new-from-the-mint coins from their marriage year(1953). Nice. Then each child and their spouse were each given an envelope with a sizable cash gift in it. Very sizable. Each person present was also presented with a 1953 fifty cent piece to symbolize their fifty years together. Each granchild and their spouse was also given a generous cash gift. Each great grandchild was given a small cash gift. So much for no gifts. LOL
We took pictures, had drinks and talked about times past. It is a wonderful gift to have such a great example of marriage in my very own family. They are great friends, wonderful partners, and yes, still even lovers. I am so proud of them for all that they have accomplished. They had six children in eight years. My Grandma was a SAHM until the youngest was in school full-time. She then went to work for an accountign firm in town. My Grandpa worked at a local factory for forty years until retirement. They were a typical midwestern 1950's family.
My Grandparents now spend their days together in retirement. My Grandma still gets up at six each morning to put coffee on for Grandpa that she will take to him in the bedroom to wake up with while she cooks bacon and eggs. After breakfast, he goes golfing while she is off to the volunteer at the church, the hospital thrift shop, or Twig. They rejoin in the afternoon befoer they head off to any given grandchild's sporting, musical, academic, etc event. Then, home for an evening of TV and reading. They enjoy it all.
I am blessed to have them for my Grandparents! Happy Anniversary!
Note to self: Love is friendship. Love is understanding. Love is patience. Marriage is work.