Chores

Kurt and I do pretty well splitting up the chores that are involved with being a family and keeping a clean house. Kurt takes care of the cooking, cleaning, yardwork, and getting Micaela ready in the mornings and watching her when she gets home. He does most of the work really, but I do the things he either dislikes or forgets- helping Micaela with her homework, remembering to feed the dogs and take the trash out, and I pick up stuff and move it around to make rooms look clean. But there's one chore the we both are HORRIBLE at - laundry. When I was living by myself in Alabama, I got into this bad habit of laying my clean laundry on my bed until I put it away. The only problem was that I only took up half of the king size bed and my clean laundry ended up on the other half for most of the six months that I was there. I thought once Kurt got home, we would get better at it, but no... we wait until we have about 8-10 loads of laundry to do, run the washing machine all day on Saturday and get it all clean, and then we dump it on the bed so that we have to put it away before we go to sleep. That trick didn't work so well. The clean laundry either ends up on the floor or on the guest bed. It takes a visitor to get us to finally put it away. We're pathetic, we know. I'm sure you have some chore that you hate doing too...

Kitchen Disasters

I fully admit that my culinary skills suck (and that's being slightly generous). Ask anyone in my family and they'll agree. I tried to boil water once and the pot caught on fire... I still don't really know what happened. But as time goes on, I imagine that I am getting better, and then I have nights like the other night. Kurt was out, so I took it upon myself to throw some chicken in the oven. I called Mari to make sure that I was doing the chicken right, and it seemed to be going okay. Then I went to make rice, one of the boxed versions. I started boiling the water and then I got distracted and forgot all about it. When I remembered, I was all worried about how much water had evaporated so I hurried and tore open the box and dumped the contents into the water spilling half of the rice all over the counter. Of course there was a seasoning pouch that went right into the boiling water too. Being the genius helicopter pilot that I am, my quick reaction was to reach in and grab the pouch out, slightly burning myself in the process. So, with half of the water evaporated and half of the rice on the counter, I figured it couldn't get any worse and I just put a lid on it and started laughing at myself. How in the hell do you mess up boxed rice?? If you want to know, now you know who to ask.

First Entry

First I learned of Bob's Marathon Quest blog, then Mari and Gabe's impressions of Fayetteville blog, and now I learn of Doug's blog / rant... I can't be the only former-Erdman not to have a blog, so here it is.