Housewife in full force.

I need to find a job soon.

I am now the woman who paces back and forth in the yard in search of the evil dandelion.  I dig each of them up one by one and put them in a large environmental yard waste bag like a prized possession.  Of course, I sport my 99 cent overalls from Goodwill, which are fashionably rolled up, a baseball cap, and my larger than life headphones (because they sound great).  Oh and don't forget my tank top because I am worried about tan lines.

An update on sewing...not good people, not good.  Last night under the supervision of friends (who were drinking a bottle of wine), I attempted to sew.  I proudly put the bobbin in on the first try.  Please keep in mind, this is normally a 30 minute swearing session.  I went to put the thread on the spool with a little too much flair only to discover there somehow was needle tucked in there (I smelled the universe's work at hand).  I was very surprised to learn how deep the dull side of a needle can be punctured into skin.  I was put on pillow stuffing duty because there were no sharp objects hidden in the poly-fill.

Yep!  I need to find a job soon.

To clean or not to clean

Here is my latest struggle...clean the house or look for a job.  Neither of them are fun.  The job front is a little bleak as is the entertainment level of cleaning the house.  I think I'll choose looking for a job.  I can sit on my butt and pretend to do something.  I can't be faulted for that, right.
Actually today, I gave a double donation of platelets.  This has worn me out (in my head) and I must rest up.

Oh no! Now what?

Well, this past week I went from being the wanna be part time housewife to the unexpected full time housewife.  I can't decide if I should be devastated or thrilled about my job loss.  I say thrilled because there are few projects I would like to try my hand at such as gardening and sewing.  Both of which, scare the hell out of me.  I mean, what if I sew my fingers together or worse yet kill all the vegetation?  Will my husband still think I'm cute and clever once I destroy the backyard?  Quite honestly, how long will he support my mishaps?  
Another thought to ponder, is how will I do as the new June Cleaver?  I have found myself thinking, what would a 50's housewife do.  Really, I have no idea what that means, but I have been thinking it.  I also have a cute apron for cooking.  I'm halfway there, don't you think?  On the other hand, I probably won't be a really successful June Cleaver, since I really enjoy drinking and swearing.


Oh dear Lord, I am going to need to find a job rather quickly, before I start saying, "Ward, I'm very worried about the Beaver."

Snow blowers and car just don't mix.

Winter challenge...to actually help with the snow removal since I have been lacking in this department.

I attempted to use the neighbor's snow blower.  Bad idea!  In my opinion, it is way too big for me to handle.  Perhaps our little one would have worked just fine.  But I digress.  I started off okay, but quickly realized that I couldn't turn it around, put it in reverse, or stop it.  It turns out stopping is important when it's about to ram into my car.  There was a lot of swearing, which is not cool for wanting to be a 1950's housewife.  What will the neighbors think of my swearing in the driveway at 6:30 in the morning?  If I really think about it, did the 1950's house wife use a snow blower? Probably not!

Maybe I should just stick to shoveling.  It's better for me and the environment.

God knows I don't like manual labor, so I'm praying that it just stops snowing for the rest of the winter.

Who's with me?

House guests a go-go

My first post as a wanna be part time housewife has us hosting guests for the weekend.  This has been a monthly tradition for us since we moved into our house in July of 2009.  We have already hosted people on 8 different occasions.  That's a lot for new home owners.  We almost have it down to a science now.  There is permanently a basket full of towels and toiletries in our guest bedroom along with a guest journal.  With that many guests coming into our home, we need to be reminded of who has done what.  Ah the pressures of being the perfect hostess.  What our guests don't know is that we scramble to clean the house about 4 hours before they show up.  Yep it's just an illusion that we have our act together.
Someday we will give our "bed and breakfast" a name.  Any suggestions?