Monday, May 10

Andersen Cook

Is a dumb little girl.

But at least now she knows it and is moving on.

She also has a cute new hair cut and is thinking about dying it a little darker, with some gold which will be just the teeny change that she needed.

"In other news", her room is almost clean, which means that she will soon be able to paint! Hooray!

She is also terribly excited about the visit she will be having from a friend named Liz Worn whom she rarely sees but loves spending time with.



Also, I had a thought about family while I was cleaning.

You know they say that you don't see the product of a parents parenting until the grandkids. The reason being that you don't really know how well you did with your offspring till you see your offspring's offspring. So props to G-moneies for making me turn out awesome.
But really, I was thinking on a more specific level. I don't know, it's menial what I thought of, but nonetheless I thought of it, so here goes.
One way in which I will differ from my parents:
They always complain about the cleanliness of a household. Always. Unless it's spotless. But rarely do they ever ever actually clean it. So they bitch and moan for days or weeks or what have you, but nothing ever gets done until company is coming over, which means that everyone flips out for 2-4 business days right up until the visitor has arrived.
I don't play that shit. My parents claim they love for a place to be clean, but really, it's dirty. All of the time. Myself on the other hand, I prefer a clean living space. I don't really complain about it (from what I can guess). I just see a need and fulfill it.
That's just one thing I thought of earlier. Set an example for your kids by cleaning up after yourself. Rather than leave a mess and bitch later.

Also, I refuse to have a dog that's not house-trained or is a fucking retard. My basset hound will be brilliant and well-behaved.

1 comment:

Elizabeth Andersen said...

And they've done it again.
We had that recital here yesterday. Guess when they started the deep-clean?
Saturday.
The day before the recital. And mom was shitting bricks over getting everything done.
I wonder if they've ever heard of pacing themselves?