Laundry, Lizards, and Lifetime Fears

     Who knew you could have such crazy adventures doing laundry?!  I was going about my normal business, getting the clothes washed before the beginning of a regular week.  My husband needed his work uniforms washed and my children needed their school uniforms washed.  After everybody is tucked into bed, I'm still awake finishing up the laundry.

     I'm waiting for the last load in the dryer so I can fold it and put it away before I crash in bed for the night.  The dryer finishes and I, of course, open the door to start folding.  I noticed something fall out of the dryer, and I didn't really pay too much attention because I wanted to finish it and be done.  I fold the entire load, and that is when something catches my eye. 

     You know how when your dryer catches sometimes on clothes or on a dryer sheet and it leaves kind of a burnt mark on the piece of clothes or the dryer sheet?  Well, as I look down it looks like a piece of fabric that has been a little burnt in the dryer.  (Hey, I'm not claiming that my eyesight is the best, you can ask my optometrist if you want!)  Anyway, I see the object and bend down to pick it up.  It took me no more than 5 seconds to realize what I am holding in my hand is a dried (and I'm assuming washed) LIZARD!!!!  I immediately throw it down, jumping up and down in my laundry room screaming.  I run OUT of the laundry room and start scrubbing my hands obsessively and that's when I realized that I still had to get that disgusting little thing out of there! 

     I managed to work up enough courage to grab a plastic bag and pick up the lizard with that, running as fast as I can to the garbage can.  Anyway, the point of my story is that I am now terrified of doing laundry in  my own house and I can't help but think about how many other creepy crawly things are in here! 

Negative Nancy

     Have you ever felt like no matter what you do, you don't feel supported?  I do, more often than I should in my opinion.  I'm sort of a free-spirit who moves in all sorts of different directions.  Something catches my attention, and I'm off on a mad dash to do whatever it is until the next thing catches my attention.  If you know me well, then you know that I'm like that. 

     What's really frustrating to me is when people don't support me.  Especially those that mean the most to me.  Yeah, it's true; I may not stick with something for a long time...usually until I get bored with it, but it doesn't mean that you shouldn't support me while I am doing it. 

     I normally try to surround myself with people who make me happy, people who see the best in me and I in them.  Most days, I'm really good about it, but (and I'm sure everybody has them), I have those days where I feel like no matter what I do, it's not good enough, or that I am not good enough to be doing it. 

     What do you do to help yourself out of these little funks?  How do you explain to those that mean the most to you that all you want is their support and encourgement? 

This Is Me....

     I'm a 27 (soon to be 28) year old mother of two wonderful children.  My family has just recently moved to Texas from Wisconsin for my husband's job.  Yes, that's right folks...I'm a liberal, tree-hugging yankee who now lives in one of our great nation's most conservative states....dun, dun, dun!!

     Don't get me wrong, we love it down here!  We have met some wonderful people on our Southern journey so far and the kids have made some awesome friends!  From what I can tell, we will be down here for quite some time, however; I'm not opposed to moving again.  I want to be able to see all kinds of places and experience new things all the time.  And as far as I'm concerned, if my husband's job gives us that opportunity, we may as well hold on for the ride!

    I'm starting this blog, well, mainly for someplace to put all of my random thoughts, and crazy ideas, but also to have a place to keep our memories.  A place where I can record our life adventures, whether they are good, bad, or ugly.  A place where I can keep these memories for my children and family.  I would be fibbing if I wasn't to say that I'm a little nervous about starting this because, honestly, I have no idea what I'm doing. So I say this to you, my fellow bloggers (if I actually do ever get any followers), I hope you enjoy my life and all of its crazy antics that tend to follow it. 

     How many of you were unsure of how to start your blog?  Or how many of you had no idea what to write?  What helped you?