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"witting" is the present participle of "wit". "lea" is my name. together they make "witting.lea". the word wittingly defined is...

1. Aware or conscious of something.

2. Done intentionally or with premeditation; deliberate.

3. Information obtained and passed on; news.

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wild and crazy family...

January 22, 2008

i know that you all think that it is all fun and games and crazy times at the marshall’s house (and we wear lots of strange make-up and dance around to KISS music all day), but it ain’t necessarily so. here is the highlights from our long weekend...

friday night after dinner, we went through each room and the kids put new light bulbs in for the ones that were burned out. whoo hoo, wish i had taken photos of all that craziness, you would never believe how much fun that can be...

this is what we know about our house... 

point #1- if you put in a new light fixture the bulbs will burn out EVERY MONTH. 

point # 2- the old light fixtures, ceiling fans, etc... NEVER need new bulbs. they seem to last FOREVER in those fixtures however those fixtures sometimes smell like they are burning and once smoke came out of millie’s old ceiling fan, so we are trying to upgrade some of our old light fixtures in order to not burn down the house. 

point #3- but the moment that we get some nice new light fixture and put in those new bulbs that are supposed to STOP GLOBAL WARMING and last UNTIL OUR CHILDREN ARE ALL IN COLLEGE and COST AS MUCH AS SENDING OUR KIDS TO COLLEGE, those bulbs burn out in approximately 3 weeks and we are forever changing light bulbs. and by “we” i mean the kids since they think it is really fun to do that and so friday night was bulb changing free for all. 

hmmm, house burn down OR always needing to change light bulbs? it is a toss up...

whilst the kids and adam were on light bulb duty, i took a shower and realized that one of those Mr. Clean white pads would clean the grout in the bathroom really really well. so i was scrubbing all the grout with the mr. clean pad for about 30 minutes and the bathroom was really really clean for about 12 hours. it looks pretty much back to status quo now, but once i convince the kids that scrubbing grout with the mr. clean pad is almost as much fun as changing light bulbs, then we are on like donkey kong.

and that is an exciting friday night at the marshall’s house. really, we could star in a movie with that kind of ribald humor and spellbinding activity...

and yes, really those are the highlights, it doesn’t get any more exciting than light bulb changing and scrubbing tile grout.

well, there was some cookie making,watching “planet earth” dvd’s and a family discussion about how we are going to NOT EAT OUT AT ALL (except for wednesday night for the kids and i which is only 10$) for a few months and see how much money we can save (believe me, that was ALL adam’s idea and i was brought onboard at gunpoint). 

to sum it up that means NO restaurants at all, no fast food, and no lunches out for me (adam has a lot of lunch meetings/business dinners so he will get to eat out some but that doesn’t come out of our budget at all, but i am not bitter at all, not a bit, not a teeny tiny bit of bittery buttery bitterness). 

i am sure it will be good for me and my waistline NOT to eat out at all. yes, i am sure i will be a better person any minute now, still waiting,,, and still waiting... not getting any better. 

in fact if you add the getting up early every day, going to the gym every day, and not eating out at all together into one person (with just a teeny tiny trace of bitterness)...well, if the catholic church doesn’t nominate me for sainthood right along side of mother teresa, i will be SHOCKED AND APPALLED (and a teeny bit more bitter)... 

so if you really love me, take me out to eat one day for lunch... please.... or just bring me a chick-fil-a sandwich...please.... a teeny tiny gift card to a restaurant...pretty please..... a smoothie after the gym... pretty please with a homemade meal on top.....is that too much to ask....

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