What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

I declare this day my Sabbath Day of REST. I was so sore yesterday (God only knows WHAT all I did during that cleaning/pruning frenzy on Saturday), that upon sleeping until almost midday, I figured why not just trash the rest of the day and be a bum.



It wasn’t meant to be. I could not leave the clean confines of my end of the house and enter into the filthy house HELL of my mom’s end without feeling like I had to wear a gas mask and rubber gloves. Even when this end of the house is clean, it looks like a slum. Getting motivated to even begin one of the countless cosmetic projects needed by this end of the house is extremely difficult, as my mother is a total PIG from hell…and I’m sure NO one needs any explanation for how filthy a 10 yr old BOY can be. It’s hard to get motivated to work like a dog to make a place look good, when you know that no matter what you do to it, a week later it’s going to look like a slum again.

Anyhoooo…(how the hell did I get off on THAT tangent?!)…I was driven to at least do a cleaning job of the surface of this hopeless area of the house…you know, just enough so that your hand didn’t stick to the table when you touched it, or your shoes didn’t get filled with dirt and food when walk through the living room, or so you don’t have to worry about some sort of creature coming out of the toilet and biting your butt or something. OK, now even my mom’s end of the house is at least VAGUELY fit for human habitation.

THEREfore, I declare TODAY my personal independence day. I’m doing NOTHING today except what I FEEL like doing – something along the lines of eating barbeque and watermelon, drinking rootbeer, and laying on the sofa in the AC and watching movies.

Looks like everyone else on the place is following suit, in their own way…





Have a good 4th, Mindsay friends! Don’t blow yourselves up tonight (with either fireworks OR barbeque!)!