Laundry

I am pretty certain there is nothing that I despise more than laundry. When I sit back and think about it logically, I'm not really sure why I hate it... it doesn't smell too bad (usually), it's not terrible dirty or disgusting. I think the problem is that it is so mundane and NEVER ENDING - that's the kicker, never ending. We have a fairly small household - two parents and one baby, but we consistently have MOUNDING piles of laundry. I like to blame it on my husband - he does wear a lot of clothes, but really it's both of us. The baby's clothes don't count, yet. She has little clothes and they get done separately. While I'm writing this there is one large basket of clean laundry staring at me and I can hear that both the washer and dryer have stoppd (although I'm ignoring the silence) and there are 3-4 more loads lined up ready to go.

I can't decide if it's better to save the laundry and do it all on one weekend day, or do a load or two each night. Usually I decide the weekends is better- better to get it all over with in one day than to prolong the misery.

Oh well.... here I go, off to be the laundry fairy!

Live life the fullest, and don't be stupid.

While driving down the 17 (the road from Flagstaff to Phoenix) we came upon a car in the median that had obviously rolled multiple times. There were no emergency personel on the scene, only a couple of cars had stopped, but we could see a small group of people gathered by the car. I immediately stopped the car and Aaron jumped out to go help, however he could. He could tell that the group was moving very quickly or with much panic. He was pretty sure that the people had died. When he got to the group he realized that the driver AND the passenger were out of the car, walking around and talking. They were fine, not even a scratch. One guy had watched the car pass him going at least 95 miles an hour and then watched the car flip over at least six times. There was no way these people should be alive, let alone walking around. We were shocked. All night we kept saying, "can you believe those people were fine?!" (Clearly they were both in shock, however that is NOTHING compared to how incredibly terrible it could have been.) Aaron stayed with the group for five or ten minutes, then the emergency personel arrived. It was simply amazing.

So the moral of the story? Live every day to fullest, no regrets. And don't be stupid!!!