Wednesday, June 23, 2010

When I Get Time

When I get time, I'm going to tell you all about my wonderful husband, who just had a birthday. And I'm going to post a picture of him. But it has to be perfect, so I haven't had the chance to do it yet.

When I get time, I'm going to tell you that I broke my foot by a freak vacuuming accident. I'll post pictures about that, too. And when I get time I'll tell you I hired a cute gal to clean my house, because it's way to risky for me.

Speaking of risks, when I get time I'm going to share my opinion about people who take risks and expect others to risk their lives to rescue them. Stupid, stupid, irresponsible people.

And when I get time, I'm going to tell you how one of my biggest peeves in life is death - well, when people say, "He died doing what he loved the most." How do you know he didn't really like living and he's really peeved that he did something so stupid and now he's dead? If I choke on cheesecake, please do not resuscitate. I'm just giving you permission now to let me die doing what I love the most.

And when I get time, I'll tell you that my dad just moved in with us and we weren't expecting him for another week and that's why I was vacuuming when it attacked me.

And when I get time, I'll post a picture of my hubby in a Speedo when we were dating because that was the style in Australia. And when I get time I'll tell you I could barely look at him in his Speedo time to explain that.

And when I get time, I'll tell you it's our 21st Anniversary this Sunday and tell you how he has become the perfect man and I'm so glad we've made it over some hurdles.

And when I get time, I'm going to read your blog from the very beginning so I know why your blog is named what it is, or just because I like to laugh for that long. And now that I have a broken foot, I can't go walking and I need my abs exercised.

And when I get time I'm going to tell you my opinion about how I thought slavery was banned a long time ago, but some people hiring illegal aliens for pittance didn't get that memo.

And when I get time, I'll show off some Photoshop skills I've been learning in school. Because I need my pictures to look perfect.

And when I get time, I'm actually going to write on my other blog and share pictures that need to be Photoshopped because they have faded.

And when I get time, I'm going to leave you the funniest, most awesome comment on your blog. Wait! There's always time for that! Even if I don't post, I can still visit you. I'm just a good friend like that.


KyAnn (like Cayenne Pepper, only HOTTER) said...

I cannot believe your foot it broken! WTH? Do you need anything?

Cluttered Brain said...

Yay! I'm first!
I am so excited!!

Now onto the REAL comment! :)

Cluttered Brain said...

The REAL comment=
I guess there could be another comment lurking that you have not accepted yet. But I hope I'm the first.
I just let people publish their comments. It is an accomplishment to me to see MY comment on another blog. :)
Anyhoo, WELCOME Back! I was afraid the great cheescake monster ate you and you weren't going to be around to blog about it.
Did you see my dancing to Cotton Eyed Joe?
Did you see I started another blog last week?
And get this?
It already has 25 followers already.
I mean, It was started a week ago. I am so excited.

And also wanted to tell you that in the fall Lisa and I and some others are going to meet up in st. George UT for a gab and eat session. and we WANT you to go. And bring your camera. 'Cause we will have blog fodder I'm sure.
We could talk about Twitter, Blog frog and the powerful effects of the social media.
Or whatever.
All over a slice of cheesecake.
So what do you say?
Are you in?

Nancy said...

I loved loved all those little snippets into what is going on in your life. I think the little pieces were as entertaining as a whole post on just one could have been. Wow, having your dad move in is big stuff! And, I saw your foot on fb and all I can say is, "WOW!" or maybe "WOAH!" and as I vacuumed today I called it to mind and was nervous vacuuming. Also, I laughed at the husband in a speedo, and if I were you, instead of a pic, I'd just post him talking because I have oft times thought how I would be 100 times cooler if I had an accent. So, even having a husband with an accent, by association, makes you at least 50 times cooler. (Cooler or more cool?? Oh grammar).

Teachinfourth said...

When I get time I'll comment on your blog…oh wait, I just did.

Rock on me.

DJ said...

Wow! You had time to write all that? Sorry about the foot!

Leenie said...

Your pink blog is such a great place to come. Wow! about your life. How you can spill out words and assemble them like that amazes me. Laughing at the thought of ANY guy(even Olympic swimmers) in a speedo. Oh! No! about the hurt foot. (Those vacuums are evil). In total agreement about the stupid risk takers (not those attacked by their own vacuum). Best wishes with your new guest. Hope it is not too much of a challenge for either of you.

And I can think of worse ways to go than choking on cheesecake when you still have your body and your brains. LINGERING, in my opinion, is the worst death.

Welcome to the Garden of Egan said...

When I get time I'm gonna tell you I think you are the most freaking funny hilarious chick I've never really known!
I totally love you!

I wish I lived closer so that I could bring you a piece of cheesecake and we could talk for hours. Maybe you don't have time, but I'd vacuum for you.


Saimi said...

Oooo I can't wait to read everything you're gonna write when you have time, cause I have all the time in the world right now to read!!

Yay for summer, Boo for a broken foot! Hurry and post a picture or I'm gonna have to stalk your fb page, can we be friends first??

Sharon said...

Looks like you need to take some time off work so you have time to write about all this stuff. Loved this post!

Diane J. said...

Nothing like a good laugh to keep my mind off the paper airplanes flying over head and the request for more band-aids (if my boys keep this up they will have no legs at the end of summer).

Sorry about your foot, hope it heals quickly.

Lisa said...

So, okay...when will you have time? Obviously, your fans have been waiting with twiddling fingers and baited breath. Your foot did look pretty horrid. Now I've snapped a toe nail off half way down by rolling the vacuum on top of it, but never busted the foot itself. How does one do that?

Karen said...

You are fabulous like that. I am looking forward to hearing that speedo story. How could I have never heard that? I am sorry about your foot. I hope you are all adjusting to one more person in the house. And I am as jealous as anyone could be over you having a cleaning girl. Most of all though.....I am thrilled that you won't have to be cleaning anything for a while.

Charlotte said...

I always suspected vacuuming was too risky a job. Wouldn't want to put myself at risk, you know. I sure hope you find time to write some more!

Holly said...

Thank you thank you THANK YOU for solidifying that HOUSEWORK is EVIL! It MUST be STOPPED!! ;p

When I get around to it, I'm going to let you know that a foreign guy with an accent in a SPEEDO has GOT to be better then a teen boy in a Speedo... and your DAD!!! BLEH!! (Sorry, I just threw up a little in my mouth...) Yes, somewhere buried DEEP in a hidden box is the photo of 1st hubby in his swim team speedo (YUCK) & my DAD in one... It is NOT a pretty sight... OOPS!! I guess I just told you... well, I wouldn't have remembered later, anyway!! ;p

I AGREE on the STUPID PEOPLE and TRULY HOPE your foot heals FAST! (((HUGS)))

Just a bed of roses said...

Krista...Your dad is moving in with will you ever have time for anything now?

I am so jealous about someone cleaning for you...that's the American dream girl!

Had my foot in a cast once 6 weeks when raising kids, oh I feel for you, my sympathy and anything else you need except dinner cause I dont cook anymore. Can you deal with that?

Stupid vacuum. I'd get a new one.