What is it about lawn care guys, mine are always hot. (And I usually hire them over the phone or net.)

Dang. Our lawn is WAY too small to have a lawn guy. Well, a lawn guy other than Tim. Although I *do* think our current lawn guy is pretty hot.

Okay, I just watched that snake video. I almost screamed in my cube. wiggins

Jilli,

For you. [link]

I wanted to see the snake open the other door, too! That was amazing.

The fly lady made me relize why I was so bad at cleaning my room - 1) i never really learned to pick up after my self - so it was a total disaster by the end of a week and 2) I needed things broken down into smaller task - so i had some place to start.

We started doing laundry when we started caring about which jeans were clean . and cooking started early, because I wanted to .

and I was never very good at somethings - but I got better when It was me or not done at all

I remember being astonished by a law school roommate who had never had to manage for herself: she'd gone from a house with either full-time help to a college where she could pay to get her laundry done, and then to law school, where she lived in the undergrad dorms her first year. So when she moved in with us, she'd never really cooked for herself, or done her own laundry, or anything.

She nearly set fire to the kitchen by trying to cook a hotdog in the toaster oven, without a pan to catch the drippings.

Me, I learned basic cleaning as a kid (my most hated job was vacuuming the rug, which was three floors and included the stairs), and when Mom went back to work when I was 11, I took over all the laundry for the house. Since there were 5 kids and 2 adults, that was a lot of sorting & folding.

We set the table, cleared it and did the dishes every night. I learned all about cleaning, but my mom is an indifferent cook and I didn't pick up much. I remember being in a grocery store and staring at the produce section, completely puzzled about how to choose and prepare fresh vegetables.

My lawn person is a grumpy teenaged girl who was hired at a distance by our landlord, and she mows the front lawn every week and won't talk to us. I think she's being punished for something.

You guys remember the three day filing fiasco with our intern, right? But he was also, in fact, lazy.

My family still tells the story of the girl I knew in college who didn't know how to cook at all -- someone handed her a block cheese and a grater at a graduation party, and she tried to shove the cheese through the holes.