My First Titled Blog

Learning Curve
So, a friend pointed out to me that my previous blogs have not been titled. Well look at me now, all titled up, and no place to go. This blogging thing is new for me, so I'll get there... just give me time. I mean, I just got texting on my phone three months ago for goodness sakes... please let me crawl out from under this rock nice and slowly!

Kids
It always amazes me how much fun a simple roll of tape and a pair of scissors can be to a kid. My son had a blast last night cutting the junk mail into a million pieces, and sticking tape all over everything. $2 worth of tape and scissors can keep him entertained longer than a $20 toy!

Charity Fun
I went over to a friend's house last night to work on planning an upcoming charity event. It was a very successful evening of planning and chatting with the gals. It's amazing how much easier it is to plan things with a nice glass of red wine in your hand. This did cause me to miss the premier of Survivor, my TV guilty pleasure. I'll have to catch up online tonight... assuming they post it by then. I should have gone old school and TAPED it... yes, I still have a VCR, and no, I don't have a DVR (but I do have a DVD player, so go easy on me!)

Doesn't everyone else?
I iron. I iron a lot. Rarely does a day go by that I don't iron at least one article of my clothing. I'll iron my jeans, t-shirts, sweaters, tank tops, dress shirts, camisoles, my son's baby blankets, my table clothes and cloth dinner napkins. If it wrinkles, I'll iron it. I iron my 2 year old's shirts and shorts, and my daughter's clothes (when she lets me). If I wear something all day, and want to wear it out in the evening, I'll iron it again. Wearing linen is sooo painful for me, so I usually avoid it. I have a beautiful linen top that looks great, WHEN IT'S IRONED. I've been known to put it on a hanger in the car in the monring, and not actually put it on until AFTER I drop my son off at daycare...carrying a kid on you hip wrinkles your clothing! Apparently, this is not quite the norm... and I didn't realize this was an oddity until fairly recently.

Maybe wrinkled clothing represents some underlying sense of disorder in the universe that I'm trying to resolve with a little heat and steam in the morning? If any ironing addicts are out there, please let me know and we can start a local IA (Ironers Anonymous) support group. Ironers of the world, unite...and keep it smooth.