Clean

Don't you just LOVE that "clean" smell? And it comes in a variety of scents, depending on the cleaner you use. I did a pretty deep clean (well, as deep as it could get with a toddler running in and out and throwing things around that I just put away) on our bedroom today and man, when you walk in it smells like Pledge and Windex (the Mountain Berry scent). I think the Pledge is something like fresh linen...not sure.

Then there's the right-out-of-the-dryer clean laundry smell. Love that, too.

I also like the clean kitchen smell, but it never seems to linger or last long because it gets messed up faster than anything else. Then there's the food smell that takes over, too. Let me tell you, bacon is the WORST and lasts - in the whole house - for DAYS! Ugh. Can someone pass the Lysol and Clorox???

Misplaced.

So, here's the deal: I DO NOT GET LOST. And rarely, VERY RARELY, do I get "misplaced" or "displaced." I am not a direction idiot and, if you give me a general area - maybe a major intersection - and some fairly decent general directions, I can find where I need to go. And if I consult a map (which I love to look at, by the way), there is a 98% chance I'm going to find where I need to go on the first attempt. I give myself a 2% rate of error in the event the map is incorrect or I'm given the wrong information. Of course if you think about it, those wouldn't really be my fault. So, on with the story.

I was running errands for Pat and taking some things to him in the neighborhood where he was working in Yukon. Well, if you look at a map, it's a clear, straight shot. No WAY to get lost - I mean, misplaced. Now, Pat told me on several occasions that he has driven around in circles to find this neighborhood and has yet to find a good way to get there. I didn't really let those previous conversations enter into my plan because he has more of a tendency to get misplaced (actually, he gets lost) than I do. So, yeah, I checked my map (actually, it was Mapquest, which supports my long-voiced theory that Mapquest is NOT accurate and WILL screw you up at times) and went on my way.

Remember the yellow brick road in The Wizard of Oz? (Rhetorical question...) Anyway, Dorothy had to start in the very center and then keep walking and work her way out. Well, this was the exact opposite. I was trying to work my way IN and had to keep going in circles. One road would dead end at a barn or something and I would have to turn right or left to find another road to turn on to go to another road to meet up with the road that came to a dead end. (Yeah, this was a pretty rural area...in places.) Now, I knew where I was supposed to be. But it was like there was NO WAY to actually get there. Kinda like one of those little maze games you played as a kid - has the bb in it and you're trying to get it in the center hole...It was HORRIBLE and let me tell you, when I get misplaced, it REALLY ticks me off. (I say "misplaced" instead of "lost" because I knew where I was and I knew how to get out of that particular purgatory. Lost is when you have ABSOLUTELY NO CLUE WHERE YOU ARE OR HOW TO FIND ANYONE OR ANYTHING.)

Anyway, I FINALLY found the place and Pat said, "See? I've gone through that more than once." Well, I can say that if I ever have to go back, I know EXACTLY how to get there. I won't have to zig zag. I refuse.

As it turns out, I figured out the way to and from as I was leaving. Kinda made me feel like a total idiot.

Beware those of you who might have to travel off the beaten path and into the mystical maze-land that is FAR northwest Oklahoma City/northeast Yukon/almost Piedmont/Edmond...it's a jungle out there. Don't trust Mapquest. Call the experienced...

Tuesday...no, wait...It's Wednesday...

Ever get the feeling like you're stuck in that movie, Groundhog Day??? I have had the hardest time remembering what day it is. Sometimes I have to remember what day it is based off of the scheduled events for the day. For example, Pat plays his regular men's league softball on Tuesdays and church league on Thursdays. And I know Addy has gymnastics on Wednesdays. Although, you'd think it wouldn't be that difficult for me to remember Wednesdays because they fall between Tuesday and Thursday.

So, let me see if I can remember what has gone on this week.

Monday: Yeah, that was a good one. Ha ha hee. I got to work on Monday and my boss asks me if I got the message she sent me over our system. Here's basically how the conversation went:

"Did you get my message?"

"What message?"

"The one I sent you over the system."

"Nope. What did it say?"

"Just go read it and come back."

(I should've known then that it would irritate me...)

So I read this message and she's telling me how I need to be in the office every day. Um, hello? Am I invisible? I HAVE BEEN IN THE OFFICE EVERY DAY. And, as we all know, that was not part of our original agreement. However, to keep her off my backside, I've been coming in every day, at least for a half day.

Anyway, I go back to her and tell her I have been coming in every day. Her response was that I'm not staying all day and that she needs me to get caught up. I told her I can't get anything done here because I wind up dealing with stupid stuff that people don't seem to be able to manage ONLY BECAUSE I'm here. I told her I get MUCH more done at home. Her response was that when she sees stacks of stuff, it doesn't look like it to her. Well, since you don't really know what I do, you wouldn't really know anyway. So I explained to her what was stacked where and why...and she asked me to put it away in a file because when she sees it like this she doesn't know what it means. Lord help me.

So when did I leave on Monday? 3:30. Go ahead. Laugh. It's funny.

Tuesday: Went to work. Left, ran some errands for Pat. Went to Yukon. Got misplaced. Not lost, mind you, just misplaced. For more info on that, see a post with a relevant title that will most likely be posted in a day or two. Maybe later today, but you never know.

Wednesday: I'm here at work. Multi-tasking. Go ahead. Laugh. It's funny.

It's a good thing I type something like 85-90 wpm...

The Garage...

Has anyone ever noticed how The Man always gets domain over the garage? If there is space to park a vehicle in the garage, The Man gets to park there. Never mind the fact that we (women) are the ones who have to get kids in and out of the car, fix our hair and make up, dress up...it would be REALLY nice for us to get to use the spot that is out of the elements...