Sarcasm helps keep you from telling people what you really think of them...

So there's this smell emulating (emulating? No, that's not right...emanating, yeah that's it)...EMANATING out of the bathroom. It's worse inside said actual bathroom. Granted, I know the toilet-area is not a wonderful smelling place in general per se, but currently it smells worse than it ought to. I called the husband upon noticing said aroma and mentioned that the room smelled less than pleasant. His answer? Well what is it? How am I supposed to know that? All I know is whatever it is smells especially repugnant and that I would prefer it not to. He told me to go outside and drain the lines. I told him that he's funny. Outside is a "man" job. Inside is woman's job. If inside has a complication due to an outside malfunction, it therefore falls into the responsibility of the outside maintainer by default. It's in the by-laws. What he then said is that perhaps he left the sewer line open and maybe the smell is getting in that way? I don't know. I don't care. All I know or care about is that the foul smell cease and desist as quickly as possible.
There were leaves on the couch when I returned home today. Now, I am fully aware that I did not leave a window or door open from which leaves could blow in from. Nor are there any leaves other places than the couch. The culprit has four paws and long blonde hair and knows good and well he isn't allowed on the couch. He's yet to 'fess up to his crime. Though the couch is developing a gorgeous coat of fur.
Gray clouds are sneaking around the edges of the visible sky. I know they are toying with me. There will be no rain today. Unless, of course, I wash and wax the car. Which will also not happen today. Perhaps I will just continue to admire the light brown color of the majority of the grass and the nice green from where the kids sprinkler hits.

Thankfully, my children make my hair color look believable...

Definition:
Trailertrashtastic (n.)- To emulate or otherwise complete the stereotype of white trash by displaying tires on the lawn, multiple loads of laundry hung out to dry in the front yard (unmentionables included) in full display of the trailer park, children playing wearing only diapers or underwear, all while drinking a beer and watching car racing on television (via antennae, of course).

If I did not have my sense of humor then my life would be very disturbing at times. To save money we decided to only wash last week's clothes at the laundromat and bring them home to line dry. Perhaps the best way to do this is at one load at a time, but we had four. So our yard resembled something between a yard sale and a scene from the movie Twister Sunday afternoon.
We had to bug bomb the RV. I had endured my final flying insect and spider, so yesterday when I woke up I pronounced Sunday would be "bomb day." We loaded the cats into the crate, dog and children (and cats) into the car, set off the foggers, and set out to the park to try and kill the four hours required to annihialate small creatures and insects. The park did not allow pets, so we put them under a shade tree and let the boys play. It's hot in Huntsville in June. Like middle of the sun, ninth circle of hell, core of the Earth hot. And it doesn't rain. Ever (apparently). So the moral of that little story is do not bug bomb your house in July in Huntsville if you have no indoor options in which to pass the time. Oh. And the CO2 monitor apparently thinks whatever is in bug fogger is CO2 compatable and continually screamed until the mist settled. TJ went in several times to fan it off. I suggested that perhaps humans were not intended to breathe in the misty fumes, but his response? "I've breathed worse." Great. Does that life insurance policy cover inhalation mistakes? Just curious.
I have also discovered that I only sleep well in our room if our A/C is on "coldest" and turned on all night. Last night (and this had never happend before thus far) I asked TJ to set it to "coldest" so I wouldn't hear the "click" each time the unit went from "fan" to "freon" (or condition or whatever.) He argued that both A/C's turning on at the same time would trip the circuit breaker. I rolled my eyes. He no sooner had turned it on and climbed into bed that the power shut off. Really. What are the chances? I'm telling you if he hadn't put it out there into the universe it would not have happened. The best thing about this little documentation I'm keeping of this journey is that it is from my perspective. I'm sure if you asked his take on much of this he'd have a different story.
We broke down and bought a new laptop. The cheapest version of the best one we could afford. I've got to admit though, with my less than stellar track record with technology and my husband's threat if I break this one, I'm on pins and needles with every keystroke! Speaking of technology, our new little handheld vacuum now overheats after three minutes of use. It's two months old. This time I blame the pet hair and not the operator. Perhaps it's time to invest in a Roomba.
So. During our marriage we have lived in two houses with dishwashers and two houses with a dishwasher named Mommy. I am the only one who ever has or ever will do dishes, except when my mother-in-law has visited and she is wonderful enough to pitch in. My point is that the husband does not, has not, will not do dishes. Have I made my point? It's not that I enjoy doing them, I hated it as a child and like it substantially less now. But unless I want to waste money on disposable dishware, washing dishes myself is the only option. Having said that I would like to throw my husband "under the bus" for a moment. He says (to me), "You're not a very good dishwasher" (or something along those lines)... (A few years back he said "I like the way I clean the bathroom better" then proceeded not to do it for three months. Just making a point here...) I do admit that perhaps my dishwashing abilities are not five-star quality. It's not my favorite job. My family's lucky I do them at all. What I'm trying to get at here is people who live in houses where dishes get done for you should not throw stones. Or dishwater. Or something like that. Especially in a tiny "kitchen."
Speaking of dishes, I had a little contest with myself the other night to see exactly how many pots and pans I could dirty up to do that evening's meal. It was quite impressive, just so you know. I managed to top it the following night when I used two more than the night before. Rachel Ray's got nothing on me (hahaha)!
My husband was never into sports, especially not car racing. But as of late he has taken up to watching it on television. Full races. Nascar, Formula 51, whatever. Which is great (I guess). But I have to wonder: does he watch it because I'm sitting two feet away doing homework and the sound of the engines disrupts my concentration or because he really enjoys it?
Well, it's quiet now. Naptime. Perhaps when the boys wake from their slumber I'll throw on their swimsuits and let them play in the water sprinkler. Hey, we've got an image to uphold here!!!
Praying for rain.......

Having one child makes you a parent; having two makes you a referee...

The problem with technology is that when you publish a daily online blog, not having the capability to get online seems to prevent the online blogging. Funny how that works. I lost my netbook hard drive a month ago, had to order replacement discs, and had a laptop and desktop to use in the interim. Or so I thought. The laptop's motherboard is making her exit and the whole pc will completely shut down without notice. The desktop has lost the ability to get online at all, plus it takes up an enormous amount of table space. So I had to wait for the netbook to be released from the "hospital" (read: Best Buy). Now on with more interesting tidbits of camper life.
We moved our camper a week ago to a new site. Same RV park, just a different location. My husband lovingly informed me that  we were going to pack up the camper, pull it out of the lot, drive it around, and then bring it back. His reasoning was to see how the truck handled the camper. What he didn't realize is how much work that created for me! Instead of ranting about having to tie down, secure, and move stuff around I'll simply say that the good Lord was on our side because a lot we had been eyeing opened up that very day and made all this "moving" worthwhile. Now. For two days prior to the move we had the privelege of acquiring a new neighbor who was all kinds of interesting. His RV was, well, of an older variety. He would sit outside the camper and face the woods (there's nothing there but trees, we looked). On several mornings he had his belongings set out in front of the camper with "for sale" and "yard sale" signs around his lot. It was special. Who knew you could have a yard sale in a campground?
Yesterday we had tucked the children into bed and settled in to watch a movie. The dog began growling. TJ took and put him on his lead and opened the door. The dog bolted outside, not realizing he was securely fastened to the steps of the camper (as he always is outside). All I heard was a loud "thud" as he reached the end of his lead. Luckily the steps were welded to the camper. But what I need to know is, what was he racing toward?
Grandaddy Longlegs are rampant at this site. They're harmless, and the only spider that will not send me into a tailspin, but they are EVERYWHERE! I hang dry clothes outside and have to shake and beat them before they come inside, because putting on pants and discovering extra legs crawling inside is one more thing that will put me in a straight jacket.
Oh. Yes. So we finally found the limit for the circuit breaker. It kept popping the other day. I had the A/C on and the air purifier on, and it tripped. We later found out it was actual trouble in the lines, not just ours, but I had some definite choice words for the circuit as it kept popping while the boys were napping!!!
We need rain. It's the third layer of hell hot here and dry as a bone. Sorry, I just believed that a post without a weather reference is no post at all. Au dieu!