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Does anyone remember the “he’s her LOBSTER!” episode of Friends?  Ahhhh I miss that show.

Birdie.

If you’re a longtime reader, you might remember two years ago when my mother signed us all up to decorate a birdhouse for charity.  The houses are then auctioned off at the Toledo Farmer’s Market.  I ended up doing the house from Up! 

Last year, I was nine months pregnant, so I didn’t participate.  But the birdhouse?  It’s back. 

I need help.  Lots of help.  And quick.

Here she is.  My birdhouse of 2012.  And she’s naked. 

Did I mention, she needs to be dressed by Saturday?  I’ve tossed around tons of ideas and nothing fits.  {Much like half the clothes in my closet.}

So, I’m asking you.  What should I do this year?  If I chose your idea, I’m going to send you a little something as a thank you.

I will take all your crazy ideas.  Obscure concepts.  Thoughts.  Themes.  Share them in the comments.

Do You Know How To?

In the last couple weeks, two of my friends posted on Facebook about mowing a lawn for the first time ever.  What?  Yes, the first time ever mowing a lawn and they are both in their thirties!  I think it’s awesome and I have to wonder if they felt excited to be doing something brand new.  {Girls, if you are reading, let me know!}

Shortly after, another friend posted that she was watching one of the morning news programs and they were discussing gender-specific chores.  Specifically, to not give your children gender based chores. 

I have written before how spoiled I am, that Davester of mine he does the vast majority of the dirty work, but it wasn’t always that way.  I grew up in a single parent household, so my sister and I had to do things like mow lawns and take out the garbage.  My dad taught us how to change a tire the moment we turned 16, it was literally one of my proudest moments when my mom had a flat and I was able to change it for her.  Likewise, Dave’s parents taught him how to cook and do laundry and the Air Force taught him how to sew a button back on. 

And maybe, we’re odd.

So I want to know…

Do you know how to mow a lawn? 

Have you ever changed a tire? 

Does your husband know how to cook?

Does he know how to do laundry?

And what will you teach your children?  Do you think they should learn how to mow a lawn and do laundry regardless of gender?  Or are there clear gender lines in your house?

Happy. With a Side of No Pictures.

Blogging can sometimes be exhausting. 

Oh, I know as a blogger, we’re not supposed to reveal this fact.  It’s like Fight Club.  We’re not supposed to bitch about blogging in of itself because really, a lot of you who read aren’t bloggers and could care less.  Anywho, it’s sometimes a pain in the ass.  Just know that I like writing rambling enough that I’m not going anywhere.

I can’t remember why I started writing this post. 

Oh, yes.  So I’ve been feeling a little burnt out and we have a load of stuff going on right now that is blog-worthy, but here is the thing… sometimes I want to just not.  I have this kick ass recipe for grilled broccoli and asparagus.  This weekend alone, we went to the zoo, the park, the drive in {Avengers rocked my socks off!} and had friends over for a yummy outdoor barbeque and time in our cheapie blow up pool from Tar-jay.  Plus, I came within one day and twenty minutes of my friend Jen’s birth guessing poll, so YAY for baby Katherine’s good timing!

I also took a nap three days in a row. My house is a disaster area.  My CRV cargo area was somehow filled with popcorn {that because I am watching what I eat, I couldn’t even partake in!} so the Davester spent the better part of an hour removing car seats and vacuuming every crevice.  Diet and exercise is bullshit, but necessary.  Plus, at thirty-six years old, I should know that my white ass Irish/Scottish skin needs a slathering of sunscreen or I will burn and yet, I continually neglect to do so.

Just keeping it real.

In summary, I took this weekend off and it felt good.  Fight Club.

What did you do?