In case my blog title is confusing, which I hope it isn't because that means you cannot quote "The Grinch" by heart.....
The Grinch: One man's toxic sludge is another man's potpourri.
The Grinch: I don't know, it's some kind of soup.
My Saturdays can be summed up in a few sentences.
Scott gets up first, goes and sits in the chair.
When I hear him start to cook breakfast, I get up.
We both sit at the table and eat.
Afterwards, he goes back to the chair, and I open my laptop.
I sit there roughly 2 hours blogging and reading emails.
He sits in the chair and watches crappy television.
I get up around lunchtime, and fix something to eat.
He jumps up and says "why didn't you tell me you were hungry!"
I look at him, continue fixing my food.
He goes back to the chair.
After I eat I start to make dish water.
He jumps up and says "I was just about to do those".
I glare, then finish the dishes.
He usually grabs a broom and sweeps some of the living room.
I sit back down.
About 15 minutes later he will ask when do I want to go buy groceries.
I shrug and say I don't care.
I move to the bedroom.
He comes into the bedroom about 20 minutes later and stares at me.
Sometimes touches my butt.
Then walks out.
I lay there and read until 3 or so, then get dressed and go buy groceries.
We come home, unload he groceries.
I sit in the green chair until he puts up all of the cold stuff.
I say, "I really need to get stuff done".
He says "what do you want to eat?"
20 minutes later we eat, then I go back to the chair and catch up on DVR until bedtime.
I can delete all of htis and type it word for word.
Saturdays never change.
I failed big time on this blog post, I had so many pictures saved, and a few quirky stories.
Well I am sorry, I failed to document everything.
You get a big ol' blog of potpourri.
I don't know when they were taken, by whom, and nothing is in order.
Just as I stated how every Saturday is the same around here, this one was a doozy.
My mother has an China cabinet that she wanted to get rid of, and for normal people that means maybe moving a table or so, sweeping the floor, and moving the China cabinet in.
I moved one small shelf. Then I decided that it would look too cluttered where I was going to put the China cabinet and decided to move my movie shelf to the bedroom. That means I had to move the bed. That also meant that my bed, which was a haven for all of my clothes meant that I had to fold and put up 7 loads of laundry. I also had to take the bed apart, vacuum the spider web coven below. I had to bring in backup.
Thank you Bailey.
All of the DVD's were moved whilst Bailey attempted to put them all back in the correct cases.
Then came the time to move the China cabinet from my mother's to here.
I was actually told to get out of the way, I TOLD them I am useless when it comes to moving furniture.
I have the strength, just not the common sense.
The same goes at work when I attempt to help in the laundry room.
"Left".....I go right.
"Lisa, your other left!"
I told them, "I will be back tomorrow", to which she replied, "Baybay, I would rather a blind man, with no arms come in here and help me".
Anyway, the bedroom was rearranged, the living room was rearranged, and both rooms are still tore up to hell.
While I very much want to put my two cents in about the Confederate Flag and Gay marriage, I am reminded of some advice I got this week.
"Relax, have fun, and do what makes you feel good".
So I am going to keep my mouth shut.
I leave you these 2 weeks with Morgan Freeman.
"Stop talking about it".
After I posted last week's blog, I remember so many thing that I wanted to add, like this text convo:
And this one...
This video here. Amazing. Tearful. I ugly cried.
Saturday was non eventful. I used almost half of our Internet allowance. I read over 150 blogs. That is not an exaggeration.
I whined and moaned over my ear and toothache.
I started all of my LOST DVD's over again. Never mind all of the DVR that is just sitting there not getting watched and deleted.
I originally began watching right as the last season premiered, back in the day when I had unlimited high speed internet.
I think I watched 5 seasons in 2 weeks.
I wanted to make sure that I could watch the finale with everyone else.
I say I am going to do that with CSI, but I think I am 7 seasons or so behind.
I strolled into work with a "let's kick this day in the butt" attitude, and walked out broken, hunched over, sweaty, and sore.
On a normal Sunday I am there 4 hours, and I walk out at the latest, 4pm.
Not this day.
I walk out and street lights are on, yo.
But it was better than the past few Sundays, so I am not complaining.
When I got home, however, I moaned and groaned to no end, and I didn't bother with dinner, just a quick salad and right to bed.
I didn't even watch the race.
On an average week workday, I am out of the bed 7-10am, and usually out the door at 7:30-35.
I left at 7:50 and then remembered I needed gas.
It wasn't too bad, luckily there isn't a specific time I have to be there, and 8:11 deemed perfect today.
The moaning and groaning didn't stop either.
It was a good day though. Stopped by before I went home and saw the fam.
Before bed I dumped Orange Kool Aid down my shirt, under the boob, I even got it in my eyeball.
I a clealty not responsible enough for a beverage.
Wednesday was a long, long day.
When Laura is off, I check all of the checked out rooms when the housekeepers finish.
4pm at the latest.
It was almost 7.
I can't even remember dinner and when I went to sleep.
But it was a good day!
I have been reading The Pioneer Woman's blog for over a week now. I think I am 180 or so in.
This one is my favorite so far:
Bull in My Yard
Speaking of Ree, the last episode of her show was about cooking meals with just what you have in your pantry.
Her pantry; 2 story, complete with a ladder, no doubt bigger than my living room and kitchen combined.
Work was good, got off and went to see the fam.
Was a good day.
I actually posted a SnapChat on what a good day it was, and I forgot to screenshot it.
I am the worst blogger ever.
Bailey and I drove around for awhile, ate lunch at El Nopal, hit up Fred's, then onto The Walmart.
I also found this rug for $4. I didn't notice until the lady at the checkout asked did I get them together because they matched.
Yeah!!! I totally pay attention.
On opposite day.
Lula has made it hers, and Callie was laying on it this morning.
We shall see if that "no-stain" sticker was telling the truth.
While we were driving around, Bailey took a bunch of pictures of all of the flooded areas in Natchitoches Parish.
I posted this blog:
Lawd Jesus, It's a Flood
My mother has been low-carbing it. She asked us to bring her a surprise.
I leave you this week with all things Harry Potter.
18 Harry Potter Facts
Bailey and I were on our way to the bank yesterday and out of the blue I decided "Let's go look at the Alligator Park".
There has been a lot of flooding in the past couple of weeks, and all I have seen personally is my own yard.
So we ride.
Some of these may look exactly the same, but keep in mind in most places, there is not supposed to be any water.
This is the same area Bailey and I were with an aerial view.
I screenshotted these from Facebook this morning, they are from the Natchitoches Parish Sheriff's Office feed:
I have never been to the Alligator Park, but I have heard it is amazing.
The Shreveport/Bossier City area has been hit hard as well.
And....more rain to come.
Better get our floaties ready.
The rainy weather is ruining my life.
I didn't do much, watched Pretty Little Liars, did laundry, and ran to the pharmacy.
Bailey and Dylan went to the Spring Formal.
Here is a nice pic of them together:
And here they are, in their true form:
The rest of my night consisted of being angry at the storm, and watching PLL.
To add insult, it would not go away, I was still awake at 3am.
I did snap a quick pic with a fake smile :)
Not entirely horrible. When the 1st of the month and Monday are the same, it always makes an interesting work day.
I finally got some sleep. I went to bed at 7 and slept until 7 the next morning.
Kinda like Sunday.
My SnapChat sums it up.
I have been told all week how sad and depressed I look.
On an LOL note, I was entering a rooming list today, and someone was listed as "Babby's Daddy".
It was a good day.
Had a vivacious lunch at Cane River Bar and Grill. Food makes me happy.
After work I went to see the fam.
I let Callie ride in the car. I figured she would want to climb in the front seat, but she did good and sat still.
We have chalk boards at work, and they gave us free range to write whatever we want.
When they initially rolled out I was so nervous, I really don't have a creative bone in my body.
Thankfully Megan stepped up and made them whimsical.
That was a few months ago, and they have become smeared a bit, so I had to make new ones.
And by me, I mean Ariel-Marie.
I scoured the Internet and other Hampton sites to find breakfast-related quirk.
Thank you Ariel-Marie for having a smooth hand.
Spent all day my Mother's. We watched Gone With the Wind and Pretty Little Liars.
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An open letter to Ashley Wilkes
Lily was in a good mood;
She is taking her daddy's underwear to a whole new fashion level.
When I got home I tried to make a dent in the my DVR. I got through some Once Upon a Time, Criminal Minds, NCIS:Los Angeles, and Hawaii Five-0. I still only have a couple of hours available.
After scarfing down two hot dogs, I was on my way back to my mother's and I ran into Krystin.
We drove around to help Justin go to sleep.
Saw this during our drive:
I absolutely did make her stop in the middle of the road.
I rounded off this day with some Josh Gates looking for a Giant Sloth:
Random things I screenshotted throughout the week:
I just noticed I skipped Wednesday.
I can promise it would have been me complaining about my sinuses and maybe a picture of the pile of laundry I need to fold.
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