Random Things I've Smelled Lately

My laundry detergent smells like my dog shampoo--which simultaneously grosses me out and makes me miss my dogs.

I'm debating calling the number on the back to see if they'll give me a refund (I've only used it for one load), but I just called the company yesterday to replace a swiffer sweeper that broke before I could use it. I don't want them putting me on some sort of black list ;D.

I threw away some dirty dishrags that could NOT get clean. I don't think I need to explain the smell. But first, I used them to clean up the drain in front of the washing machine. THAT smell is a little more unique. Something is stuck down there, so every time I do the wash, it backs up and this black, chunky gunk comes up with it. It smells like something inbetween perm chemicals and a poopy diaper. I check my kid's almost every time the smell hits.

Went to the dentist yesterday to fill cavities. If there ever was a time to have a stuffy nose . . . Well, the smell of disintegrated tooth more or less made me choke, but I couldn't cough because I'd be coughing directly in their faces. Ah, good times.

We've never been much of a perfumy family, but after so many trips to Rite-Aid, I have quite a few room fresheners. I started using one in the kitchen after the kids cooked all of the grease and meat out of a few hot dogs in the microwave. Unfortunately, Robert now associates the smell of the freshener with the smell of the obliterated hot dogs. I think it smells a little like men's cologne--which is kind of weird for a kitchen scent, but I like it well enough. I plug it into the wall when Robert's not home to help cover the smell of the laundry and yesterday's cooking.

Robert's been gone on a different rotation--a MUCH busier rotation. So, I have to actually cook dinner every night (Robert's awesome and cooks and cleans and all that--with a few limitations). I've discovered that I like cooking mostly for the smell--if my food tasted as good as it smells . . . oh, heaven. However, the smell of beans cooking in the slow cooker never was my favorite, but paired with men's cologne air freshener. Well, it pretty much turns my kitchen into a frat house--especially if I'm washing a dog down in the basement at the same time.

New Year's Resolution

I sat down with Robert for like half an hour trying to figure out how to perfect our lives by setting 'realistic' goals. . . only one pencil was thrown and I don't even think it hit him (okay--I'm exaggerating a LITTLE bit). But we did make a long list. I really think we'll do better this year (especially on the get to bed by 11 one ;D--Don't look at the time this was published, please).

However, this afternoon, as I was lovingly watching over my dear little sweethearts, feeding them, reading them stories, bathing them, and ever so gently getting their feces off of their fingers and out of my clothing. . . another thought occured to me. Perhaps I have been setting the wrong goals!

So forget earlier bedtimes and more meaningful prayer--before my life is over, I want to be able to unashamedly poop all over my children and laugh hysterically at the fact (or at least watch my grandkids do it). At the moment, nothing else seems to matter, and revenge is much more 'realistic' anyhow.

Ali Mae Needs. . .

Some days I feel so full; I don't think I really need anything--Today was one of those days. But just for kicks, I wanted to see what google thought I needed. . . you know, in case someone is trying to find me a Christmas gift ;D. (I just googled "Ali Mae Needs")

So, here are my top 5 "needs:"

Ali Mae "needs" My Space (with three kids in diapers. . . you bet!)

Ali Mae "needs" a Christo-centric missiology (don't we all [I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but it sounds good to me]).

Ali mae "needs" her Rocky fix (last night Robert wanted to watch Rocky. . . or are we talking Rocky Road?)

Ali Mae "needs"social acceptance in school, and it helps if she wears what celebrities do (riiiiight--although from the look of the holes in my pants. . . ummm. . . maybe that isn't so far fetched).

Ali Mae "needs" Better Explaining – And Fast (Part of my interest in linguistics and editing is to become more eloquent)

Well, hope that helps with your gift lists. Now I just have to search what Robert needs ;D.

I am SooooooOooo Hungry

We used to have a rule that we wouldn't eat past 7:30--it was good for us. I would feel sick all night long when I broke it--kind of like when I drink soda. That rule is one of the first to go when I have a baby in my belly.

I've been busy tonight, and since Robert was gone, and Eenie had leftovers (Nana wasn't feeling up to eating anything more than bread and juice tonight), I forgot to make myself dinner. I need to start getting ready for bed, but all I can think about are the immitation oreo cookies way up high above the kitchen pantry cupboard. . .

He looks a little like you, dad. . . okay, maybe it's just the glasses :D

Brisco County Jr.

Did anyone else out there LOVE this show? To be honest--I was too young to really understand innuendo when my family watched it (I would've been about 8). . . although I do remember some parts that weren't exactly high quality television. . . so I don't exactly recommend this show. But. . . it was my favorite growing up. I remember being at dinner and we all had sat down, and then I remembered the show was on, and all of us got out the tv trays and went down to the family room to watch it.

I think this show gave me my first real movie star crush, too. What? You don't think Bruce Campbell is a hottie? Okay--he looks a little different than I remember :D. But I do remember a pretty vivid dream where there were all these bad guys trying to get me and my family, and I locked myself in the bathroom, and Brisco came and saved me. . . (*sigh).

(I was eight--it's okay that I was pathetic).

Besides Brisco, though, I really LOVED the professor. He's hillarious. What is his name? I really can't remember. What other movies does he play in. . . It's going to bother me that I can't remember!

Some More Great Business Ideas:

So far I'm having a lot of fun with Alt-erior Design. I think it has a lot of potential. I don't get many comments, but I've already gotten quite a few emails (apparently I come up under the google search "painted brick"). I'm thinking maybe I have a knack for this new product stuff (or at least reinventing the wheel). What else has been running through my mind lately. . .

Maternity Depends


The duo-itor/keyboard (still working on the name). . . Now you and yours can work together without buying two computers (did I mention that it stinks that Robert's laptop broke--right when I decide to start an online businessy bloggy thing)


The Critter Crib (A crib that is more entertaining--resembles a hamster habitat--complete with wheel and feeder bottle)

And speaking of critters. . . Groundhog Taming Camp (Can't get rid of your groundhogs--*embrace them! Groundhogs could make great pets--ours is named King George.)

*We do not recommend that you actually embrace them.

Yup, Bored Again

So, Robert just got a new battery for his laptop. That means that I'm free to use the desktop when he studies in the evenings. This is both good and bad news. Because Robert's in the living area, I don't want to work out there (i.e. do the dishes). I have issues with people watching me work--unless their working with me--unless their telling me what to do. Anyway, before I stoop to the level of searching random videos on YouTube all night (a recent past time of mine), I thought I might right another post.

What I'm thinking right now:
I want Brick Oven Pizza AND Root Beer. . . Right Now.


I can't believe I spelt "write" wrong just now.
Is spelt a word?
I took an English Linguistic class from Dallin H. Oaks's son.
Sometime I should right (I mean write) a brag post about all of the neat things I've done (so people could realize how cool I am, of course. . . bwah hah ha hah).
I think I've had too much sugar.
I wonder if there's any rootbeer downstairs.
Is rootbeer one word or two?
I totally saw something move out of the corner of my eye.
I am NOT going downstairs!
Darn it. I didn't switch the laundry.
I won't have clean pants for my dr appt tomorrow.
Shoot. I wish I could find where I wrote down what time my appt is.
I used to use google calendar a lot. I wish I still did.
I wonder if Robert needs a study break.
"RahhooooOOOooobert, would you mind putting the darks in the dryer for me and bringing up the lights?"
I'm so glad he didn't complain--he just said, "Sure."
I'n't he great.
There's no way I'm asking HIM if there's any rootbeer down there. :oP
He gets upset when I eat bad food.
Woe is me.
That was probably too personal to put on a blog, oh well.
I've been trying to find this cartoon forever. . . it's about a bald eagle that is so bald that when he flies, the sun reflects off his head and his bird friends all fall to the ground because they are blinded. Then there's this buffalo that has such a long beard that he can't walk around because he trips over it. They both sing this song "Woe, woe, woe is me. Things for me are as bad as can beEe." I'm sure you can guess the end of the story--the buffalo shaves his head to give the eagle a beard, and they both realize things could always be worse.

And with that, I'm going to go search random videos on YouTube all night.

P.S. If you actually read all of that--you amaze me.
P.P.S. (as in post post script--it drives me nuts when people right [uhhh. . . write] P.S.S.) If you actually read all of that, you are probably just as bored as I am. We should hang out.