some things never change

For the past few days now I've been feeling under the weather and only seem to be getting worse. But as I lay here in bed wishing that my headache would finally go away or that by some miracle I could instantly feel better, I think back to when I was younger and all of the wonderful things my mom would do to make me feel better.

It's times like these that I wish she were here making me my orange tea that only seemed to taste perfect when she put it in my favorite mug, which of course, she always did.

There is nobody that can compete with my mom when it comes to making blanket beds on the couch or making the perfect chicken noodle soup. (You know, that super tasty kind in the box.) It may not have been homemade, but it was the best.

I would fake being sick on (more than one) occasion just because I liked that she would take the day off work and hang out with me. Even when she probably knew I was faking she would pull out all of the stops and make me all of my feel better treats. And by the end of the day, faking or not, I always felt better.

Of course as I got older I was forced to fend for myself (unless I was really sick) or she'd send in Grandma as the back up!

Too bad she can't be here with me now, because I know I would feel much better if she were. I guess no matter how old we get, sometimes we just need our moms for a little TLC.

Paint is like Duct Tape...

Again I've been ignoring my blog because of all the activity surrounding my recent move. Well, tomorrow is officially our final day in our town home and what a nightmare the cleaning process has been.

Seriously, where did we get so much shit? We found things we hadn't seen in over a year.

As I cleaned, I learned an important lesson. Paint is like duct tape, it can apparently fix anything.

As I was scrubbing the baseboards and counter tops, like a good resident would do before moving, I discovered that everything was actually getting dirtier as I scrubbed. How can this be you ask?

After looking at my sponge, I found the answer. Paint.

Apparently instead of cleaning the apartment when the previous resident(s) moved out it was actually easier to PAINT OVER THE DIRT! The more I scrubbed, the more paint I was actually removing from the cabinets, baseboards, counter tops (yes, they painted the counter tops) and grout. Off with the paint came the dirt from who knows how long ago.

I thought I may throw up. But, instead I continued to peel away at the layers and decided that our place is now cleaner than the day we moved in.

Let's just see how our checkout goes tomorrow...