Hockey, Jackass, "s", and Attack of the Redneck Mommy consume my life... oh and lice.

So there I was on a Saturday night in my Caps uniform semi watching the game (they kicked butt by the way), I complained about having nothing to blog about. Boyfriend, who was sitting next to me, gave me this look and said "What? You live in a house with 4 crazy people!"

Well it's 5 and I'm not sure which one he forgot, but he has a point. I still live with my parents at two months shy of being 21 which makes for some insane conversations with sisters #1-3, mom, and british step-dad.

Just to prove my point sister #1 walked in the door with sister #2 asking how to spell mannequin. No pretense at all, just opens the sliding door and says those words.

Sister #2 holding a Jackass 3D poster she brought from her work, and sister #1 in Christmas colored pajamas preparing for their outing to Walmart to buy pieces for a zombie costume for sister #2 to wear to said work.

My life is insane. For example: I am typing this entire post with a busted "s" button. I spilled soup on my dear little Orla (Yes that is my computer's name, and no I haven't missed the irony in soup breaking my "s"). How am I typing this complete with "s"es? I have the internal keyboard pulled up on my screen so I either click "s" or copy it and paste it every time I need to use "s".

SO APPRECIATE THIS POST!! Also the left shift button doesn't work so I have to use the right one for everything, and I type by feel so this really screws me up.

Back to my crazy family. So we're all enjoying a fairly a-typical Saturday: everybody is home and the Caps game starts at 10pm which is crazy, I know. Not to mention this is what our living room looks like:

Actually... messy is pretty typical.

In the back you'll see Roland the bunny whom sister #3 spilled my cup of water on that night and I had to freaking wipe the whole thing up. It was so very annoying because I had just dragged that sorry piece of plastic out into the teeny-tiny front yard and hosed it down. Well, whenever I do that Roland feels that he too must contribute to the redecorating and throws his litter everywhere and that's what sister #3 spilled my FULL glass of water on.

Also, you'll notice that there is a pile of unsorted socks and  bin full of matched ones. That bin was previously full of unmatched socks that has been around since we moved into our half-of-a-town-house (yes. HALF of a town house) almost five years ago. That's why I went to Walmart and bought a ton of socks for a buck each one day because I wasn't sorting through that bin anymore.

And why I didn't wear socks at ALL to high school.

Ever.

Seriously.

Clogs were made for a reason.

Additionally, every brush and hair-thing that exists in our house is on a towel right in front of Ovie on the big screen.

Why, you ask? Because lice are crazy. We've been struggling to completely get rid of lice for the past eight weeks now. Seriously. Every time it seems we've gotten rid of them, they come back! So yet again we boil everything that has touched our heads and washed all the sheets and sprayed every chemical known to man on our beds and cars.

Mom also saw this as an opportunity to get a ton of cleaning done including sorting a bunch of socks.

Sister #2 grabs random socks not even looking for matches. Luckily her favorite OCD big sister found them for her. :]

Side note: Personally I love cleaning. I know it's nerdy and whatnot but I love it. I was assigned to clean our upstairs bathroom (the one I share with three messy and gross girls) and I couldn't be happier. It looks awesome. Though it kind of freaks me out to walk in now because it's not caked in loose hair and the products we use to try and keep it in.

Also watching the Caps was awesome like always. They ended up winning 7-2 after being down in the beginning. I was mostly distracted by my new favorite blog to read: http://www.theredneckmommy.com/ (she's my new reason for not blogging so blame her). 

He shaved his beard and I'm sad. Note the sheet on the couch as an attempt to protect them from lice.

Boyfriend and sister #3.

So this is just part of my crazy but awesome life in a part British, part angry, part awkwardly-too-comfortable-with-each-other, part broke, home. We make it.

Boyfriend and I being awesome.

But not without a little occasional sisterly boob-grabbing...