So it's been a while since I've had a chance to sit down and write anything.  We haven't really had anything funny or interesting happen, either.  That is, until yesterday. The mom's group I belong to started a topic of which celebrities you'd be allowed to sleep with, should the opportunity arise (as we're surrounded by celebrities who are dying to sleep with moms with strech marks all over their bodies out here in the suburbs of Chicago).  So we did a top 5 list.  Interestingly enough, a lot of the women also listed their husband's top 5.  That got me thinking about who my hubby slobbers over.

So I emailed him at work and told him about the topic and asked him what his top 5 were.  He emailed me back and asked me to try to guess them.  I got 3/5!  I even guessed Katharine McPhee from American Idol, whom he's never said he liked, but always raves about her singing when she's on, and I swear sometimes I see a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth.

So here are our picks in no particular order:

Mine:

Jack Black, John Corbett, Keanu Reeves, Johnny Depp, and Kevin Spacey

His:

Jessica Biel, Jenny McCarthy, Katharine McPhee, Jessica Simpson, and Drew Barrymore

He doesn't know mine yet, so don't tell him!  He's supposed to be guessing.  I guess I'm an inward drooler though, because he claims to have no clue as to whom I like.  So I ask you this:  Who are your top 5?

Gotta go.  Son #3 is crabbing.  I swear that kid can sense me even thinking about sitting down on the computer! 

I have been thinking about how I was going to start blogging here for weeks and weeks.  Maybe months.  I admit it:  I've been a stalker.  I'm a regular reader of n8ivwarrior and queensuchandsuch's blogs, but have been too scared to start myself.

I've come across things that would be really cool to start with, like something son #2 has said (he's 3 years old, so says lots of cute things), or something stupid I've come across in my mostly boring life, but never remember them by the time I sit down and actually have time to write something.

So today I'm gonna start with something that happened today that thankfully happens very rarely in our household.  Hubby and I got in a fight.  At this point in our relationship, it happens maybe once a year or less.  Usually we both realize extenuating circumstances (haven't eaten, lack of sleep, kids making too much noise, etc.), and we laugh it off.  Our big thing is we ask each other, "Wanna fight?"  That's the cue that we don't.  Well today, I guess we did.

We are currently trying to get our house ready to put on the market.  This means that pretty much every weekend we attempt to schlep all 4 of our kids onto his parents (it was actually their idea and they claim they like it) so we can work our butts off.  Thus far, it's been pretty enjoyable, albeit a lot of work except for last weekend, but I'll fill you in on that fiasco another time.

Today we got home from church, ate lunch, and he immediately started grumbling about what a mess the house is (well, we've had 2 key rooms torn up for over a week, and I've had the flu; what does he expect?), and steps into my office.  I'm a part time admin assistant for a physical therapy company, and work from home.  We had just finished the painting and reflooring process in there the day before.  After a few minutes, I hear him swear after knocking a pile of paperwork from my desk to the floor.  I'm called in, and I see him standing in front of my work storage cabinet, and has already emptied an entire shelf and is asking me why it's such a mess in there.

I am aghast that he is going through my work cabinet, and take offense that he thinks that it the source of the evil afoot.  What makes him think he can reorganize my cabinet in which I store important material for projects and such?  He won't know what half the stuff is, and won't know what I use the other half for.  This is besides the point that what if I need to find something down the road, and not only has he moved it, but he has no idea of what I'm talking about when I call him in a panic trying to find it for my boss.  No way, buddy.  You're not touching my crap.

Now I am not a fighter.  I can be a bit fiesty at times, but I have been with my husband for over 15 years, and I know how far I can go before we step over the edge.  The fact that he was demanding that I explain my mess while touching my precious and un-orgainized-but-organized work stuff pushed me past it.  I flew into a rage, and didn't care if he got pissed.  I actually told him to shut up at one point, which was new for me.  We worked the rest of the afternoon only speaking when necessary.  OK, so it wasn't as much fun as working together usually is, but I have to say that my office is really organized, and I didn't have to do it by myself!  What is my point?  I have none!  And probably rarely will. 

The main source of the fight was that he felt he was trying to help me, while I felt attacked and violated, and in my opinion it wasn't my work crap that was the problem, it's the other stuff.  So anyway.....  Maybe we'll have makeup sex tonight.  If he's lucky.  On to another subject.

I'd like to start a thing where I write somewthing each kid has done that day....

My oldest (a girl) played with my hair (we butt heads a lot, so she must have REALLY liked me today)

My son #1 took a nap.  A big deal, since he's almost 8 years old

My son # 2 started counting in Spanish (thanks, Dora!)

My son # 3 said a new vowel.  Can't remember what it was already, but I know he did it!

Well.  I feel much better.  And I have been de-virginized in the blog world.  It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would.  As matter of fact, I kind of liked it.  Gotta go find a cigarette...