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Ally and I just got back from the gym. I went every day last week and even though it's Spring break for the kids and me this week, I promised myself I wouldn't fall off the wagon.

No, not that one.

I've fallen off so many times I've got callouses and other assorted damages from hitting the ground. We'll see how this works out this time. One day at a time, right? I can't do more than I can do. Whoa, how profound is that?

You're right. Not very. I'm fighting a cold right now---scratchy painful throat, ears that won't unplug and a heavy feeling in my chest that I fear does not bode well for the rest of the week.

Not that we're taking a vacation. We'd love to of course, but what with times the way they are and the things we need to get done here, it simply wasn't an option.

So what are we doing for our spectacular spring break? I'm glad you asked.

We're cleaning! Yes, you heard right. And my kids (Ok, the younger ones at any rate) are even excited about it! The reason being that what we're cleaning out and fixing up is a big basement room which will then become a family room here!

So we all donned dust masks, gloves and dug in. I think the kids had more fun than the adults, in fact I'm sure of it. They treated it as though it were an archeological dig.
"Hey Mom! Look at this! What is it?"
"It's a jukebox"
"What's that?"
"It plays records"
"What's a record?"

Ok, maybe it was an archeological dig and this is a picture of me standing next to our jukebox. Yeah, ok, not really. My hair is longer. But the jukebox looks like the one we have in the basement.

It used to be a big hit with my friends when we were in high school. You know, back when dinosaurs roamed the earth and when you said some one was gay it meant they were happy.

But I digress.

The archeological dig cleaning will continue through the week. We'll let you know if we find Jiimmy Hoffa.


  1. Good luck cleaning! That does sound like a good project to accomplish and that jukebox, how cool! You could rent it out for parties.

    I always want to paint during spring break but I don't want to paint with children around and with the weather so cold that I can't open windows. So I'm not painting.

  2. I know what you mean! I can't wait to paint this room. It's a nice size for a family room, but I'm also looking at it and thinking "hmmm...this would make a GREAT bedroom for Lance and I" We'll see what it morphs into after we've cleaned it out.

  3. I usually just lurk, but thought I'd comment this time. Not because I have anything significant to add, I just want to say attagirl.

    I should also tell you that your posts often touch me, or a part of me to the point that I can't even comment.

    So thanks...

  4. Welcome Laurie! So YOU are my other reader :) I knew I had two!

    Thanks for commenting and for visiting. I used to be a lot more fun---I'm working on getting that back. :)

  5. don't you mean WHEN you find Jimmy Hoffa?! hee hee

    seriously, good job on tackling such a huge project!


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