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Musings from the Laundromat: ‘Green Blue and Red things’ Edition


Came SO close to not coming today.

I’ve been ill since Christmas, yesterday I felt a lot better after becoming one with the couch all day, only throwing clothes on for my weekend job.

This morning I woke at 5:30 am and ended up falling asleep again like some modern-day old lady.  Instead of reading glasses slipping down my nose and a book in my hand, I nodded off with my ipad on my chest.

I dreamed then of my keys and trying to figure out how to take my dog through a mall and outside so that she could relieve herself.

Hey, if you’re going to dream, dream big right?

My subconscious was obviously telling me ‘get your arse up – you have somewhere to be and a 4 legged manatee that can’t let herself out. ‘

I realized at my second waking – that I felt rotten.

I mentally counted how many pairs of clean underwear I had remaining and decided it didn’t matter.  I can’t relax knowing I have skipped a chore anyway.

So here I am.

Ooo!  But not after this sign I ignored – I got into the car and the first lyrics I heard were those of a Maroon Five song.

“Please don’t go …”

Of course then I sat in the car wondering if Adam Levine knew something I didn’t.

Still – duty won out.

The drive was uneventful – then at the counter I was faced with a conundrum.

The laundromat leaves their key cards on the counter for you to select one.  I usually pick yellow.  Today there were only two, blue and green.

One of my favorite people on the planet favors the color blue, another, green.

What should have been a simple task of just grabbing a card became an internal conflict.  Felt like I was picking one person over the other rather than a piece of plastic.

Yes, this is how my mind works (or malfunctions?) all the time.

I picked this one.


I hope the person who loves green doesn’t see.


Found this in my sons pants pocket …


It’s a good thing I check pockets.

Last week I found his debit card – which made me wonder if perhaps the time to stop doing your child’s laundry for them is when they OWN a flipping debit card.

I have no idea what the ‘thing’ is.  But judging from the three tiny batteries inside, it’s probably good I rescued it from a certain watery death.


I’ll ask him when I get home.  I won’t be able to sleep tonight not knowing now.


Clothes are now in the dryers.

It’s become ever more apparent that I’m under the weather – as my OCD is accompanying me on every small mission.

I picked dryer number 43 and dryer number 45 for the honor of participating in my task at hand.

Because I’m 44.

These next 30 minutes had better go fast, because I’ll either fall asleep at this table, with my head on my ipad – or start arranging the laundry carts according to color.

I think definitely I need more rest.  After I clean the house – and discover what the ‘thing is.

Unless I hear a song with the lyrics: “Don’t clean” or “Don’t worry .. about a thing”

Wait – isn’t that Bob Marley??

He liked green too.

Musings from the laundromat: Black Friday edition

It’s a rare day today – the second in a row that I haven’t had to go to work.  Well, not to the building that pays me anyway.

I woke at 5 am, with Butters breathing in my face.  I could feel her staring at me and confirmed it by peeking under my lashes at her very close face.

Let’s chat about Butters a second, because after I got up, let her out, switched the coffee on and went back to bed – I found the most hilarious photo posted to my Facebook wall.

I had shared some Thanksgiving photos and put one of my canine manatee up last night.

This one to be precise.


There was a comment and an altered photo from my son’s girlfriend Chelsea.  If you’re familiar with the Doge meme, you’ll find it as hilarious as I did (I still insist on pronouncing ‘Doge’ like ‘vogue’ not ‘Doje’ with the ‘j’ sound the internet has declared to be correct.  Such Shibe.  Much there’s an ‘e’ on the end – pronounce the vowel as it is in the alphabet!)

Anyway – meme grammar tangent.

Here’s the doctored photo:


SO funny.

I already loved Chelsea, but it’s sealed now.

Anyway – so I’m laughing in bed at ‘Are-you-freaking-kidding-me O’Clock’ and decide to take advantage of this extra day off and finish preparing for my guest.

I grabbed a cup of coffee – made a list (no, I didn’t check it twice Nic) which didn’t have too much on it, but I knew had to go to the bank and get a money order to pay my rent and decided the best place to go was right next to it – Walmart.

It didn’t occur to me, until after I was showered and dressed and determined – that it was Black Friday.

A fun fact about me – once I’ve decided on something, I will not change my mind.  I will not wait.  I will go about accomplishing whatever it is I’ve decided to accomplish, no matter what.  (This has resulted in tattoos, a nose piercing and a Vegas wedding.)

Some people call me stubborn.

Some people would be very right. (Such stubborn.  Much pig-headed.)

Bottom line, I was GOING to Walmart – Black Friday stampedes be damned.


Traffic wasn’t bad as I left the house at about 8:15.  Hit green lights most of the way and a good amount of tension left my stubborn shoulders.  Even watched a coyote cross the road.  (No, I don’t know why – probably he was following the chicken.)

Pulled into the shopping center – and realized the bank wasn’t open yet.

Okay – Walmart first.

I’ve never been to Walmart on Black Friday.  I’ve heard the tales – read the stories about trampled people and broken limbs – shopping shenanigans.  So I was bracing myself and when I approached the store …


Okay, it wasn’t that empty.  But I easily found a parking spot, a cart, and this claustrophobic shopper was quite comfortable inside.

No mayhem!

I was in and out in 15 minutes with only the items on my list.  I did spy some Black Friday queuing in the electronics department – that was fun.  I walked by and looked upon them with amusement.  Much as you would an exhibit at a museum or a fair.

(Such shoppers.  So Savvy.  Much money savers.)

One of my best friends works at the bank – so I got a hug as she opened the door for the half-dozen people waiting outside.  Things were going so smoothly!

Drove to the property management company, money order in hand.  Popped that into their drop box and headed home.

Green lights.  Nice commute.  Wow.

I was still in determined mode when I got home.  AND somehow had energy to back my plans with action.

Lit a candle,  put on some Christmas music and went to work.


Cleaned out the fridge, scrubbed the floor, bathed the dog(e), cleaned the tub – then the rest of the main bathroom.  Went through the pantry – even washed the little salt and pepper shaker.

7 hours after having Butter breath in my face, I was still motivated enough to gather the laundry and come here.

And here I am.

Breezing through Black Friday like a pro and stubbornly accomplishing more than one person has a right to accomplish without a cape and an alter ego.

Am wondering though, what the hell this restless girl is going to do all weekend!

Because it won’t be this:


Musings from the Laundromat: Saturday Edition

Yes, Saturday!

Insert dramatic music and shocked face here.  Or, a dramatic chipmunk will do:


I am still determined to get two entire days in a row of pure movie-watching, snack-eating, guilt-free nap-if-I-want-to debauchery.  But, since I’m the kind of person who can’t sit still – it’s doubtful that will happen even with the opportunity.

I was going to name this post: Random nonsense – until I realized that could be the title of all my other posts (except the interviews.)

First random thing – as I drove here, I did have my reservations about switching up my routine.  Would my table be open?  What about my washing machines I like to use?  Would the place be mobbed?  Then I chuckled at the last thought – it IS Saturday after all, and other people have things that they do – outside of the house – for fun.

The place is pretty empty – but my table is taken.  I’m at the umbrella table.  But, on the upside, the umbrella table is right next to the washing machines I like to use, and they were available.  Color me … um … happy, but not as happy as this umbrella:

Actual view when I look up

Actual view when I look up

There’s something I’ve been meaning to share (and this is when the men who read my blog might want to go do something else.  Wait – there I go being sexist again!  Men could want beautiful hair!  Sorry guys.)  I have been meaning to share it because us ladies know that when it comes to products that actually work and live up to their claims, they are few and far between.

I found something that exceeded my expectations – and it’s only fair to pass on the good news.

AND … it’s cheap.

Here’s the product:


No, I’m not being paid for this testimonial.  (I wish – but I wouldn’t sell out on here) I would never endorse a product I hadn’t tried and loved.  But try and love this pair I did. 🙂

The shampoo has little beads in it – they burst and lather and the smell is amazing.  After I rinse, my hair is literally ‘squeaky-clean’.  It’s prepped and ready for the conditioner.  Usually when you don’t pay an insane amount of money on a conditioner – you can tell as soon as you squeeze some into your hand.  Not this one.  It’s thick – and rinses out leaving the hair feeling almost like you used a sulfate free, more expensive kind.

I have naturally wavy hair – so I straighten it quite a bit when I’m not in a curly mood.  As a result, I have some split ends.  The very first time I used the shampoo and conditioner – my hair looked amazing.  And not weighted down.  Light, soft, smooth.  Here’s me being smug with my freshly washed hair:


Anyway – get it.

I’ll wrap this up with some Butters.  With time on my hands, I’ve been annoying the hell out of her.  Taking so many photos and chatting to her, expecting an answer.  Here she was being adorable before I left with her ‘baby’:


And here she is giving me an increasingly common look. “Get out of my face with the camera.”


I say no.  I’m staying in that wrinkly, adorable face.

But, lucky for her, I’ll be occupied after I get home indulging in some arts and crafts.  I’ll be pulling out the clay and the paint today – I’ll share the results in another ‘Random nonsense’ post.

Until then Happy Saturday everyone!

Breaking News: My table just opened up.  I shall be relocating.  I sit with my back to the wall like a cop.  Like to keep an eye on the place … never know when a sock might try to make a break for it.