Bobby Pins and Vacuums

Bobby pins and vacuum cleans don't mix.
I just spent a very irritated hour trying to figure out why my vacuum wouldn't suck.
I took off all the filters, tried it, still wouldn't suck.
Took the bottom off, cut all the hair and string off from around the brushes (nasty),
still didn't suck.
Stuck a wire coat hanger into the tube, still not.

Took apart the flexible hose for attachments, Ah ha!!! It was plugged.
Couldn't blow it out, hanger not long enough to stick through it.
Searched around, found a curtain rod, shoved that through,
it got hung up on what I thought was a linty hair ball, nope...
out through the side of the hose, pops a bobby pin. Damn it!

Kelsey leaves that kind of stuff all over.
It took me forever to work the pin out and unplug it.
Now there's a hole in it, that I can't find again.
She's the reason our last vacuum was broke.
I sucked up some stones that were under her bed that I didn't see.
They broke the fins on the motor.

Yeah, the ding-a-ling used to just pick up stones and rocks and bring them home.
I can't tell you how many stones I found in my washing machine when she was younger.

I'm officially a size 16!

I'm officially a size 16!
A misses size 16, not a 16W in plus sizes.
In January I was needing to be in a 20W (jeans)but was still forcing my big butt into an 18W.
Well since Friday, I've bought 2 pair of straight 16's.
I'm so excited.

Still wearing an 22W in tops though.
I have wide shoulders and fat arms that need the bigger size, hopefully that'll go too.
This is so great! About 4 years ago, I was excited to get a size 22W jeans on. Before that all I wore was stretchy knit pants.

Today's weigh in brought me down another 2 pounds.
I've lost 33 pounds all together now.
I actually weigh less than Tim now. LOL

Thank you SparkPeople and all you girls that help keep me focused!

Happy Easter

Wishing all my friends
and their families
a very
"Happy Easter"

A Woman's Poem

A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole,
And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't like the stew.
I didn't mend his socks,
The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer,
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the shit out of him...
Like his mother used to do.