Holla With Masala Tuesday

I know I am wordy and talk about myself a lot. Thanks for listening guys. Today, it's not about me. It's about honoring some wonderful bloggers who I think deserve a little shout out.

A little "Holla with Masala," if you will. Here goes:

Cool chicks (who always bring the funny):

Meredith at (flash) pasteurized; Monique at A Day in the Life of a Surferwife; Tracy at Stir-Fry Awesomeness; Lisa at Lemon Gloria and Beth at What I Should Have Said

Gorgeous bloggers who "sparkle" to me. (You guys above are also sparkly, but I already put you in the "bringing the funny" category so you can't qualify two times):

Shandal at My Life in 3D; Karls, my new favorite Aussie, at Karlsophies; Sarah at Stroller Ballet; Cher at The Only Girl;

Inspiring Minds. I look to the women below for some inspiration. They seem a teensy bit more grounded than I am:

Elise at Oh My Goddess; Anna at An Inch of Gray; Maven at A Fabulously Good Life; AJ at Simple Sweet Inspiration

And last, but definitely, never EVER least. My good friend, Glennon at Momastery.

Glennon and I run in different "bloggy circles". But we are good friends in real life. But in blog life, we go to each others blogs and comment quietly, and then kind of scamper out, not wanting to cause a scene or draw too much attention to ourselves.

Glennon is probably one of the funniest people I know. She is also one of the most honest people I know. And I love her for that.

I am including a post I think you will enjoy.

Oh. And this is Glennon. With her husband, Craig.


Yeah, I know. I know. LOOK AWAY. They are very, VERY scary looking.

Oh, did I mention that sometimes she posts pictures of him?

Pause.

Did I also mention the pictures of Craig were, um. . . topless?

(sound of stampede)

Hey, hey! Where'd you guys all go? Come back! I'm not done yet.

Thank you. Wipe that drool off your face, Monique. You already had your hot firemen today.

I can't really say anything, because Craig is my husband's best friend and they are like family. But you probably could, if you felt so compelled.

Drumroll . . . . here's Glennon.

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Airing Our Dirty Laundry

Ah…it’s Sunday. The day I don’t blog, launder, sweep, or cook -you know, out of love for Jesus. And utter exhaustion.

Today however, I must break my Sunday rule. Because something happened yesterday that I can’t NOT tell you about.

Yesterday, I sneaked out of the house at the crack of dawn to go to the grocery store. I don’t even change out of my pajamas to do errands anymore... it has come to that. I just brush my teeth, grab my purse and I’m out the door. Okay, I don’t always brush my teeth, but I use mouthwash every time.

So as I’m walking up and down the grocery aisles, I notice this distinct, mildewy, putrid odor following me. And I keep looking around for the responsible party, until I discover that she is me. I stink.

When I get home, Craig rolls out of bed to help me with the groceries and I say “Honey, smell me. I stink.” And he sniffs my shirt and says without surprise, “Yes, you do.” And I say “Well, what IS that? It’s disgusting.” And he says the following:

“It’s mildew. All our clothes smell like that. We always stink.”

I’ll just give you a few seconds to digest that information. I know I needed a little time.

“WHAT? WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME, HUSBAND?”

“I was scared to tell you. You get sensitive about….housekeeping stuff.”

“Oh. So let me clarify here. You’d rather reek all day at work and allow Chase to be THE STINKY KID IN CLASS than risk me getting mad?

“Yes. Yes, I would. Definitely.”

Kay.

I left the groceries on the counter and immediately drove back to the store to buy some fancy detergent, the kind that costs more than five dollars. I smelled them all until I found one that reminded me of flowers and every popular girl I’d ever met. Then I came back home and started washing each Old Navy t-shirt, Dora panty, and pair of yoga pants in this house. I’m still not done.

I learned two very important things yesterday, and I’d like to share them with you, just in case you are in the Laundry and Wife Remedial Classes, like I am.

#1. Okay- this is, apparently, how laundry works. Say your laundry day is Wednesday. You cannot put the laundry in the washer on one Wednesday, and then wait to put it in the dryer until the following Wednesday. You must finish it all on the SAME Wednesday. It’s unfair, but true. If you don’t, your family will smell like dead mice.

#2. You must be sweeter to your husband so he is not afraid to tell you that your entire family reeks.

Sigh.

Housekeeping and marriage are complicated.
Momastery, Posted on August 23, 2009

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So go fall in love with Glennon and her fellow "Monkees" a little more every day. Read about how she thought she was getting punk'd by Ashton ("It's the End of the World as I Know It") today. When I tried to help her in her quest for domestic domination, look what she did with the pan I got her ("The Panhandler"). Yes, girlfriend has yet to use the pan to cook, but she found another use for it.

Sneaky, Glennon. Very sneaky.

So later guys. I hope you are inspired by G-Love. She won't cook for you or bake any cookies or anything, because . . . well, um. It's just not her forte.

But she is a brilliant writer and an even better friend.

Shoo! Go on now.

XOXO,
Kiran