Her Salad

So you come to my blog to read about my day...thinking I'm actually going to tell you about it. Well, ok, your right. Let me start by saying I set my alarm clock for 08:00. Surely I didn't get up then...I have to keep the routine of hitting it at least twice. I'm getting better though. In high school I had 4 alarm clocks...my pager (does that age me or what?), an alarm clock by my bed, my stereo alarm, and the other alarm clock I borrowed from my brother (come to think of it I don't think it was ever returned) that was across the room on a high shelf so I had to stand up and walk. But what really woke me up was my Mom coming in my room "Averi it's 6" knowing my ride came by 10 after 6. I would jump up like a bee stung me in the rear. I don't even react that way to hearing "Mom look what brothers doing" anymore. Back to this morning. I decided to get up a bit earlier then the kiddos. I was determined to make myself a cup of coffee and not have to share it. Or to check my e-mail without a monkey climbing on my back. Funny how I noticed when I checked my e-mail that it was 07:15...yeah...that early! My alarm clock was an hour fast! How did I manage that? I got more done in that hour then I have all week! I did 2 loads of laundry, drank a cup of coffee, checked my e-mail and responded to the select few people that permit me to be their friends, vacuumed downstairs, cleaned a bathroom and got cleaned up... all without yelling "No Max, your sisters tea pot is not a toilet!"

Tonight Kalee told me she wanted to make salad for dinner. Salad and leftovers are good enough for me! She insisted on preparing it herself. She washed and peeled then I chopped the veggies and she added every thing together. We sat down at the table and she served her brother and I. Since Bear ran off to the bathroom with his bowl I decided to follow him...with his history there's no saying what he'd do with it. I came back to the dinner table to find a pool of ranch dressing on my plate. "Thanks for the salad dressing babie but it belongs on TOP of the salad". She replied "I knoooow Mooom, open your eyes, I put salad on the plate first." "Ohhh...yeah. I see the carrot sliver and 2 pieces of lettuce now." For those that have never seen me eat salad...I hate dripping leaves! Salad dressing is always on the side and dip my fork about 1/4 of an inch before loading it with salad...if I opt for dressing at all that day. So I got the privilege of choking down a tablespoon of ranch on a piece of lettuce while saying "Boy, your going to have to make this for Daddy when he gets home. He's gunna love it!" I wonder where she gets her Betty Crocker gene from?
Off to lay down...my stomach hurts.

*Note- I was looking to link a pee story to the word 'history' when I realized this whole blog is about peeing. Peeing in plants, peeing in Japanese toilets, peeing in a trash can, peeing in popcorn, peeing on balls, coloring a pee-pee, flush n' pee...I can go on but it's easier for you to type "pee" in the search bar on the top left you'll see the list.