Where's the maid?

Cleaning the bathrooms is the bane of my existence.

I get that my "job" as the homemaker is to keep the house clean.  No problemo.  I don't always have shiny floors or clean baseboards, but I am anal enough that eventually the mess will bother me and I keep the house presentable.  I like to vacuum, I have been on a "get rid of all of the junk" kick lately and in my house everything has its place.

However, I think bathrooms, more specifically the toilets, should be an exception to that rule.  Why?  Because the women in the house are NOT the ones who make the mess.  When we pee, it goes IN the toilet.  By process of elimination (pun intended), the gross yellow STUFF that ends up under the outside lip of the toilet, all down the back of the toilet, on the floor behind the toilet, can only be blamed on the men in the house.  Since we women tend to sit and face forward when we use the bathroom, it would be pretty tricky indeed to somehow get some substance from our bodies onto anything behind us.  Correct?

I am so thoroughly grossed out that even the end result of a clean bathroom isn't enough to give me the "job well done" pat on the back.

Give me dishes, laundry, even mopping any day of the week, but please please PLEASE don't make me clean up after you in the bathroom.  Gag.

Music's biggest night

Some things I've learned while watching the Grammy Awards tonight:

1. If there was any question about why I do not like pop music, tonight explains it.  Back in the day when I was a fan, pop music was Madonna and Bruce Springsteen and Bryan Adams and yes, Whitney Houston.  Rock music was the Eagles and Def Leppard and Bon Jovi.  I loved it all.  Lady GaGa, Nikki Manaj, Bruno Mars, Foo Fighters... why are talent & success measured on a weirdness scale???
2. Jennifer Hudson gave a stunning, emotional tribute to Whitney Houston.  Not bad for an American Idol reject.  Ha!
3. Katy Perry is my hero.  If I could rock blue hair and a curvy body in a painted-on gold outfit I would! (not really)
4. I will miss Whitney Houston.  I admit I haven't listened to her or even paid one bit of attention to her in many, many years, but her songs were a big part of my childhood and she was a beautiful, talented lady.  Her Super Bowl performance of the Star Spangled Banner is my very favorite - ever.  That her life ended up the way it did is such a tragedy.
5. Glen Campbell is the ultimate rhinestone cowboy.  Out of all the grandpa performances tonight, his was the most endearing.  Sometimes, people, you have to know when you ain't got it anymore (McCartney, Beach Boys).
6. Adele is the bomb.  I don't live under a rock, so I know who she is and could even name a couple of her songs, but I can't say I've gone out of my way to listen to her.  She was phenomenal tonight, though - a brilliant vocal performance which also happened to be one of the most NORMAL of the entire night.

After speed-watching tonight's show (thank you DVR), all I can say is thank God for country music!

The mind is the first thing to go...

My son got this really neat clock for Christmas.  It has a picture of a football field/stadium as the clock face, and every hour on the hour, it plays a sound like a crowd cheering for their team.  Cool, huh?  The only problem is that it scares the CRAP out of me EVERY. SINGLE.  TIME.  It's not loud, and I know what it is when I hear it, and yet I still get startled.  As a stay-at-home mom, it is my job to be home.  Whenever I'm not out running errands, I am usually at home by myself.  I rarely watch tv, so the house is quiet.  Until this clock goes off.  I immediately jump, look around as if to find out who is breaking into the house, and then settle back down once I realize what that insane noise is.

The worst part?  I'm the one who put the batteries in the clock and I'm the one who put it up on his wall.  Not to mention that *I* am the genius who bought the darn thing.

Happy 39th birthday to me!