tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post114550729790694782..comments2024-01-15T03:32:03.328-07:00Comments on Salsa Night: Jenny Lures Herself into False ComplacencyNickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16680099072195435304noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1148358569879815132006-05-22T22:29:00.000-06:002006-05-22T22:29:00.000-06:00I love your website. It has a lot of great picture...I love your website. It has a lot of great pictures and is very informative.<BR/><A HREF="http://3886.abizel.info/" REL="nofollow">»</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1146006754453378362006-04-25T17:12:00.000-06:002006-04-25T17:12:00.000-06:00If you need homework to motivate housework, I'd mu...If you need homework to motivate housework, I'd much rather give you homework that doesn't get done than housework ... :)JennyWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02535209437895615609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1146004999634716852006-04-25T16:43:00.000-06:002006-04-25T16:43:00.000-06:00Amd also because I just don't have very much homew...Amd also because I just don't have very much homework anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1146004929800648612006-04-25T16:42:00.000-06:002006-04-25T16:42:00.000-06:00I no longer wax the floor for safety reasons.I no longer wax the floor for safety reasons.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145986360518129472006-04-25T11:32:00.000-06:002006-04-25T11:32:00.000-06:00Nick,As your legal counselor, I advise you to say ...Nick,<BR/><BR/>As your legal counselor, I advise you to say that you no longer wax the floor for safety reasons.JonFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13692440807087956879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145910281498301012006-04-24T14:24:00.000-06:002006-04-24T14:24:00.000-06:00Sorry, I don't know why that comment came up twice...Sorry, I don't know why that comment came up twice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145910194188302452006-04-24T14:23:00.000-06:002006-04-24T14:23:00.000-06:00Wait a minute--Nick never waxes your floor?I would...Wait a minute--Nick never waxes your floor?<BR/><BR/>I would come home from class or work ALL the time and find a warning sign outside our kitchen (and only) door that we had to stay off of the floor to let the wax dry. Nick would wax or otherwise clean whenever he had a test to study for or a paper to write. The habit partially rubbed off on me and continues to this day. Not that I wax the floor often, but sometimes I'll put off doing something I ought to be doing by vacuuming the house or reorganizing my DVDs.<BR/><BR/>Nick's legacy lives on in many ways.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145890864595376182006-04-24T09:01:00.000-06:002006-04-24T09:01:00.000-06:00Wait a minute--Nick never waxes your floor?I would...Wait a minute--Nick never waxes your floor?<BR/><BR/>I would come home from class or work ALL the time and find a warning sign outside our kitchen (and only) door that we had to stay off of the floor to let the wax dry. Nick would wax or otherwise clean whenever he had a test to study for or a paper to write. The habit partially rubbed off on me and continues to this day. Not that I wax the floor often, but sometimes I'll put off doing something I ought to be doing by vacuuming the house or reorganizing my DVDs.<BR/><BR/>Nick's legacy lives on in many ways.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145653362246786112006-04-21T15:02:00.000-06:002006-04-21T15:02:00.000-06:00Wait a minute--Nick knows how to wax the floor?All...Wait a minute--Nick knows how to wax the floor?<BR/><BR/>All seriousness aside, I agree with Jon's point. And I'm aware that at times I'm over the top in terms of how "perfect" I want my home to be. My sister and I both agree that this is a family trait, engineered and ingrained by my mother. If there was only some way to achieve balance without feeling that somewhere, somehow, my mother is disappointed in me for my lack of precision cleaning ... (and yes, I'm aware how ridiculous it is to be sliding towards thirty and still feel this way, but I'm sure you all have your own quirks in your relationship between your adult self and your upbringing. Right? Oh ...). Guess I'll just have to grow up and, you know, form my own identity.JennyWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02535209437895615609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145651425840038122006-04-21T14:30:00.000-06:002006-04-21T14:30:00.000-06:00I can attest to that. Just make sure Jon doesn't ...I can attest to that. Just make sure Jon doesn't hit his head on the doorframe as he gets his running-jump start from across the hall.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145650394011888202006-04-21T14:13:00.000-06:002006-04-21T14:13:00.000-06:00But it's so FUN to slide around on the kitchen flo...But it's so FUN to slide around on the kitchen floor in your socks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145645218786367442006-04-21T12:46:00.000-06:002006-04-21T12:46:00.000-06:00Now I'm no expert on cleaning. Those of you who ha...Now I'm no expert on cleaning. Those of you who have been my roomates know how annoyingly high my tolerance for filth and general untidyness is. Fortunately for all involved, Katie is working on me. Despite all that, I will say that it is possible to care too much. You shouldn't feel guilty when you don't. There are things that are more important than ironing your sheets and scrubbing the logs in the fireplace. It's all about balance. And if Nick isn't helping enough, you wag your finger at him and tell him to stop waxing the kitchen floor and tell him to start doing something useful.JonFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13692440807087956879noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145566205434712652006-04-20T14:50:00.000-06:002006-04-20T14:50:00.000-06:00Erin, it's nice to know I'm not alone. As for your...Erin, it's nice to know I'm not alone. As for your shower power cleaning experience this morning, it brought back memories of living in the condos. There I'd be in my bedroom, reading and reading and reading, and suddenly "BAM POW SCRUB SCRUB SCRUB SHH SHH CLANK"--and there you'd be, happily scrubbing away at some poor unsuspecting spot. It was great :) I like the battle metaphor you employ here in your comment--it makes it all so much more noble somehow. And it changes my nagging (poor Nick ...) into, you know, tactical commands (Honey, quick, grab the windex and attack the mirrors--while they're distracted, I'll chip the hard water off the bathroom sinks and they'll never know what hit them!).JennyWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02535209437895615609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23935428.post-1145546908597786102006-04-20T09:28:00.000-06:002006-04-20T09:28:00.000-06:00Jenny, I'm with you all the way. I like cleaning,...Jenny, I'm with you all the way. I like cleaning, too, but when it becomes Bunker Hill and I'm the British and I don't even end up winning, you just have to wonder, right? For example, this morning at the crack-o-dawn (I don't have children, so I can do this) I was scrubbing in the bathroom. It started out harmless enough--there was a little spot that had been gnawing at my conscience every time I saw it for the last...well, honestly several weeks. The little spot had practically grown into an intelligent life form weilding a club at me, but luckily I disarmed and disinfected using stuff that foamed and sizzled. I was up to my wrists by this point and on my knees and since the shower was right there and I could see the reflection of the orange lights there around the bottom, I went to work on that, too. I really wanted to get that hard water off, so I went off in search of something "a little stronger" I believe were my exact thoughts. I found it and got into a rhythm of scrubbing, showering (Hah! no pun intended!) myself with bits of white foams that instantly started eating through both skin and clothing. I tried to rinse down the walls and doors of the shower, but turned the water on full blast and got everything wet, soapy, and probably radioactive. It looks great now, but you should see me. Is there no balance? Is there no reason? Is there no was to live a healthy, clean life without having to declare yourself a veteran of the Clorox?Erin Teichert Barbutohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06404660921703909400noreply@blogger.com