Geraldine

Ok in case you didn't know I am ALWAYS writing stories. All my life it's always been that way. I am constantly writing, not physically pen to paper, but in my head stories and perceived adventures. Maybe that's why I am little detached from reality.
Because while I am super interested in how your day went senior boss vice president, I am more super interested in what you would look like telling me about your day in a lederhosen and a cool hat with a feather coming out of it.
It is for that reason that I am submitting more than one blog on this day so I hope you enjoy. I came up with the idea that I would blog when I felt like writing and if I felt like writing three blogs in one day I would write all three and then post them one after the other in consecutive days. Well that lead to me not finishing because I knew that it wouldn't be posted that day anyway. So what's the rush right? Which then turned into, me coming back to the saved blog the next day and COMPLETELY having no idea what the hell yesterday me was talking about. So here you go multiple blogs in a day. Christmas came early this year kids, and Santa's writin' nonsense stories.
So where was I? Ah yes, Geraldine. She is the most fascinating and magnificient woman that I have ever met. If gay marriage were legal in the state of Texas and she weren't already married, I would strongly considered it.
"Who the F*** is Geraldine???" Don't cuss at my lady friend alright? I am sure we can handle this like resonable adults.
In all seriousness Geraldine is the lady that cleans my house. I hasten to call her a maid or a housekeeper because I have had the chance to get to know her and she's good people, and the nicest person that I have yet to meet.
So I will consider her a friend and the fact that she comes over and cleans my place makes her a super friend.
If you have ever had a maid you know the golden maid rule... you have to clean before they clean. You don't want to be "that house". The house that was dirty before the maid came to clean. I know it sounds backwards, but follow me it's soooo worth it.
So this morningI got up early and I picked up miscellaneous clutter, emptied out all the trash cans and picked up all Jack's toys , cleaned the dishes and put clean sheets out on mine and Jack's bed.
I come home after a stimulating trip to Wal-Mart and I open the door to CLEAN. Like beyond super clean. Like harking angels kind of clean.
The carpet was vaccuumed but somehow there are no vaccuum lines. The sinks were sparkling, the stove was glistening, the bed corners were hospital. It looked like I was in an episode of designed to sell and my place had been staged... fo' real.
I felt like Julie Andrews on the top of the freakin' Swiss Alps twirling around like a lunatic in the clean.
She even cleaned things that I had no intention for her to clean. I had a laundry basket full of jeans. First off, let me say I HATE washing my jeans. They are a heavier fabric so they take FOREVER to dry.
Geraldine or G as I like to call her, had cleaned my jeans! totally unexpected, brought a smile to my face. Also, she straightened my closet. WHAT?!?!? super happy end zone dance.
I even closed my closet door as an unspoken. "Girl, don't be going in my closet and thinking you can straighten things out, cause you can't"
But did Geraldine listen? NO! she trotted her happy ass into my closest and straightened it out! hung up clothes, sorted shoes. She kind of made me feel like that Radiohead song, " Everything is in it's right place. " And it totally was. :)
So cheers to you Geraldine, wherever you are. You cleaned my toilets and that is all right in my book.