A Level of Comfort

We've been living with Vern's brother, Vince, for three months now. I guess, somewhere along the line, we have reached a point of comfort in living here. So much so, that we have been doing things like:

1. Messing up his stove:

(There is no sense in buying him new drip pans before we move out because I would just mess them up anyway. I am somehow unable to cook without making an utter mess out of the drip pans.)


2) Utilizing his kitchen:

(We leave used tea bags sitting out. I've got my kombucha brewing and some beans soaking. My knives are out. Occasionally, one of the kids (or me) will put a piece of bread in the toaster and then forget about it.)


3) Dirtying his dish rags:

All of these are signs of becoming comfortable in our environment. We have kind of taken over, in a way... which is kind of hard not to do with a family of five encroaching on a man of one.

I also wash the dishes the way I wash the dishes, even though they are Vince's dishes and the way I wash dishes is the way he puts them into the dishwasher. And I wipe the counters off without being conscious of if I'm brushing crumbs onto the floor. And I go to the bathroom with the door open (if I'm sure that he's in the basement) because otherwise Peace will cry if I close the door.

And... wait for it... we've also had sex here a couple of times (shh... don't tell Vince).

Which a guess is a good thing, albeit, still a little weird.

Another Rude Blog Comment

I like to think that all of you people who read this blog are lovely, respectful people. So it always comes as a surprise to me when somebody leaves me a rude comment after a blog post! I don't have a thick enough skin for this business, people!

So, before I talk about this latest comment, let's review the comments I got in the past:

1. The first one came not directly as a result from this blog, but from my Nursing Etiquette video on YouTube. Somebody called me homely. (I talk about that here.)
2. The next comments came in response to this post about Once Upon a Child and this one about Five Things. The commenter said I was judgmental. (I talk about that here.)
3. Another comment came from this post on The Dilemma with the Knives, which I talk about here.

Okay. Now on to the most recent one. It was in response to my post about Washing the Dishes. Somebody wrote, in response to some other comments left in the comment section:

So, you don't know why you do all the things you do?? Seems like a scary way to raise a family!!! Sure hope your kids turn out all right! 

WTF? (And by "F", I mean "Frick".)

I mean, seriously... who feels the need to leave rude anonymous posts on other people's blogs? I don't get it.

It's not even that big of a topic to get worked up over in the first place.

Which I guess doesn't explain why I'm responding to it. I am a paradox in that way, I guess.

Mannequin

I forgot to mention the movie Mannequin.

(And, seriously... why are so many people searching "Chris Gaines"? I don't get it.)

Washing Dishes, Goofy Mama Style

I feel the need to explain and espouse more on the benefits of washing dishes with only water, immediately after using them (which I mentioned awhile ago in this Lower Standards post).

Here's why this method is so wonderful:

Dishes never pile up.

Here is how I stumbled up on this idea:

When using a cast iron skillet, you're not supposed to wash it with soapy water because that ruins it. So, I figured that if you can wash that with just water, then why not take that principle and apply it to the other dishes as well?

And using really hot water sterilizes them. And you're not putting any chemicals on your dishes in the form of dish soap. And it's what you would be doing if you were camping (or, at least it's what I would be doing).

It is just a really, really amazing method, I'm telling you. It could revolutionize the world!

Jack Off To This!

It has occurred to me that I haven't posted a picture of my own self for awhile. So, for all of you who like to jack off to pictures of me (I'm looking at you, cousin Brian), here you go:

I'm shown here with my biggest accomplishment since the birth of Peace.

Speaking of Peace, remember how she learned how to say "Dora" and how that annoyed the heck out of me? Well, I taught her how to say "Homer" and that makes me feel better.