Laundry League

None too good at domestic chores my friend Sue and I were lamenting the piles of laundry taking over our respective bedrooms. We decided the only way to motivate ourselves was to get it out in the open and host a showdown. Over on her blog Sue covered the introductions:

Who's laundry pile is larger - the DINK or the WMOO?

In my finest boxing emcee voice...

"In this corner at 6'2" tall...she's a lean mean design machine. Her favorite reasons for avoiding the laundry are: gardening, stalking people on social networking websites, and fixing tea for her husband!"

"In the opposite corner at 5' 2 1/4"...she's the school secretary and wiper of butts. Her favorite reasons for avoiding the laundry are: reading Elmo books, watching Elmo television, and changing poopie diapers."

LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE!

Here is Sue's pile:

And my pile:

Join the fun, show us your dirty laundry!

So...

I joined Jazzercise (yes, you read that right, Jazzercise) as part of my "Getting Fit" campaign.

My friend told me I looked like a marionette with my long arms and legs flailing aimlessly around the room.

I am scared to think what the other fifty women thought.

No explanation needed

Calla lily

I had never had success with calla lilies until recently. I always managed to make them die. Quickly. Apparently, the key to success is ignorance. Over the fence, my neighbor gave me root cuttings one afternoon. The only empty pot I had didn't have any drainage holes but I filled it with soil, threw in the cuttings and hoped for the best. Then I left on holiday for two weeks. When I returned I was stunned the plant was still alive and better yet? Growing! Then January and February were filled with rain which constantly made my drain-less pot overflow and sit with lots of water. I would pour off the excess water and shake my head certain the lilies would rot. The plant didn't rot, but thrived. Come spring, I have been rewarded with bloom after bloom and am amazed with its beauty.

Get well soon

My dad had another round of brain surgery yesterday. Since flowers didn't seem right, we sent him a Craftsman baseball cap and some new tools as a get well gift. I picked some pink sweet peas from my garden as a get well bouquet but since he lives about 3,000 miles away they are going to stay on my table and I can think about him every time I admire them. Get well soon Daddy!