That title? It is the lesson Man-Child has learned in spades in the past few weeks.
He had his oil changed and the car people so "helpfully" informed him that he needs four tires and that his shocks need changing to the tune of way more money than he has to spend. "Why were they even looking at those things? I just wanted to have my oil changed!" he fumed.
His father calmed him down by saying the shocks could wait and so could three of those tires - but he needed to replace the one immediately. Has he done so, as of today? That would be no.
Then he went to change the registration from us to him. His dad did something wrong when transferring the title, so they told him he had to fill out another form, have it notarized and come back, which he did. Only to be told that he was missing the "explanation" for what had happened; this despite the fact that what happened was clearly evident in the paperwork that he did have. The upshot? The Husband has to write up an explanation of what he did wrong; have it notarized and then Man-Child has to go back to the DMV; totally aggravating.
After he called his dad and vented to him; he called me to vent to me. Which is when I relayed what happened when we first moved here. The DMV spelled The Husband's first name wrong. Well, technically, it's a name that can be spelled both ways but the version they went with does not match his birth certificate. When he pointed out the error, he was told - and I quote - "It would be easier for you to go to the courthouse and have your name legally changed."
As an aside, can I tell you the absolute grief this has caused at various times for the past twenty two years?
And then, this morning - The Husband received a call from Man-Child. His car key snapped off the fob. His only key.
Another tidbit about this particular key - it's already been broken once before in the past two years or so. Heads up Honda; you might want to take a critical look at the design of your keys.
I drove out to his place to pick him and the pieces up, as it were, to take him to the dealership. Where the first guy we spoke to informed us that we would have to have the car towed to the dealership to have this dealt with; luckily, the older guy was within earshot and was able to help us come up with a solution - to the tune of $60. Which was WAY better than towing the car and having to spend however many gazillions of dollars to fix the key only for them to tell us that, oh by the way, his whatzit is bad and needs to be replaced and also the widget has died.
Around about this point, I looked at Man-Child and said, "This is adulthood. Aggravation. But you can't let it ruin your day. Besides, be glad that key broke today; if it had snapped tomorrow, you would have been out of luck as they would have been closed." He agreed and we went to lunch at one of his favorite places.
When I asked him how he planned to spend his afternoon, he told me that it wouldn't include driving the car; because he just knew that all four tires would explode. Fair point. Some days, it does seem like that.
Now, hopefully, he'll get that one tire changed before he has to call me from the side of the road...
May 25, 2019
May 23, 2019
Can you say FIVE day weekend? And a bunch of other stuff.
The company I work for generously gives us both Friday and Monday off for Memorial Day. Wisely, I decided to take one of my vacation days today to give myself a week of vacation.
I really want to complain - at length - about a co-worker. But, I can't in the event someone finds this post and puts the pieces together. So I won't. Just know this - this person is incompetent and in over their head; it's only a matter of time before something explodes.
I know, if it were me, I would not want to be in that position - and no matter what they were paying me would not be enough to keep me in a job where I knew I was failing.
So, having gotten that much out, I can move on to other subjects.
Of which I have none. Oh, wait! Yes, I do.
At any rate, I am headed into a five day weekend and hoping to get some more things done around here. I would love to get Man-Child here to finish weeding through the detritus in his old room and to take everything else away. He is dragging his feet on this process. I think what he would prefer is that we keep everything here - this is not going to happen - it will all go, one way or another.
Remember the front door debacle? Yes, the one that has been going on for almost a year now - this morning found me down at the local building supply company (which is only open during the week - WHY?! People like me NEED you to be open on weekends! At the very least, on Saturdays). While they don't install doors, they can give me a recommendation. They will also come and measure - now, if I order the door from them I know I will pay way more than I want. But I also know that if they measure and order and the door doesn't fit, they will have to eat that cost. The Husband kind of balked at the price but he also agreed that he doesn't really trust the other big box store to get it right either. So The Husband and I are currently in "negotiations" mainly because we don't need a new door (in his opinion); and theoretically. he's correct. But, in my opinion, we do need a new door because our living room is a black, depressing hole - and who wants to live like that? Not me.
After having lunch with The Husband - a treat on a weekday, as we work too far apart for this to occur on a regular basis - he asked what I had planned for the afternoon. Considering that the day, up to then, had been mild and cloudy I reckoned that I would attack the weeds in the juniper - to be honest this juniper vexes me almost as much as that damned blackberry bush, which I am still fighting but (knock wood) that I seem to be slowly conquering (as long as I stay on top of it).
We actually have two beds (maybe three, but that side of the yard barely registers on my To Do list as it gets very little sun and isn't that visible) of juniper. One is up against the house - along with some random plants - and this particular bed doesn't bother me as much as the one on the slope near the road. Why? Because this bed - which quite possibly also has snakes and other vermin lurking underneath, doesn't require me to wade into it much. For the most part, I can deal with the weeds from the sidewalk.
And the bed down near the road? It would require me to wade ALL the way into it. And The Husband had informed me that he had actually witnessed a snake sliding into it. So, despite the fact that the bed on that slope desperately needed weeding, I just couldn't make myself go there; despite my heavy, rubber rain boots. So, I attacked the "easier" bed. What I wasn't anticipating?
That the clouds would part and that the humidity would rise. And that there were more weeds in that bed than I initially thought. *sigh*
While in the middle of this task, The Husband came home from work and realized that I was afraid of that other bed and very thoughtfully arranged for someone to come in to deal with the bed down by the road next week. He had promised to do it for me but has somehow pinched a nerve in his back and is pretty much down for the count for any heavy labor at the moment.
So all I have to do now is close my eyes when looking at that stupid bed for the next week. I truly wish I knew someone with a backhoe because I would bribe them to come over and rip out all of that juniper.
Considering it's supposed to get hot and sunny this weekend, I'm thinking I'm done with weeding for this weekend.
I know there was something else I wanted to mention...*thinking* *hmmm, nothing ringing a bell...*
Oh!
Have you heard of Erase Your Face? Basically, it's a cleansing cloth that removes your makeup with only water and are chemical free (they say - apparently, it has something to do with the the amount of fibers) and is completely reusable. I've been hearing about these for a while and have been skeptical. But I ran across them at Bed Bath & Beyond a few weeks ago. Seeing as they were only around ten dollars, I figured I'd give them a try.
Surprisingly, they work! Now, I do have to say, with mascara (not waterproof) you have to REALLY rub your eyes - and being a woman of a certain age this is NOT something I want to do. So generally, I use cold cream to gently remove the mascara and then use the cloth.
So, how do I know they work? My litmus test...
White towels.
Whenever I dry my face after using the cloth - the towels remain white. When I use my normal face wash inevitably a bit of makeup residue would transfer to the white towels - which honestly? Would irritate me to no end. I bought a product to remove makeup; but yet the product didn't remove ALL the makeup - and? Nine times out of ten I had to use cold cream anyway.
If you've been wondering about this product, try it and let me know what you think.
***
Usual disclaimer, this is not a sponsored post. I bought it, tried it and liked it.
***
In the latest edition, What is Blooming in Gigi's Yard Now - this week we find Asiatic Lilies!
So very pretty. Sadly, they are pretty short lived - kind of like that peony. Next up are the day lilies. Which, to be honest, I'm kinda MEH about. Sure, they look great for a hot second and then they are scraggly. And, they really need to be divided - but I'm thinking I'd rather remove them and replace with another perennial (because let's be honest, I am NOT going to baby annuals), flowering something. Any ideas?
Now, to paraphrase my last sign off...off to pop some ibuprofen, in anticipation of the sore muscles tomorrow from all that weeding.
I really want to complain - at length - about a co-worker. But, I can't in the event someone finds this post and puts the pieces together. So I won't. Just know this - this person is incompetent and in over their head; it's only a matter of time before something explodes.
I know, if it were me, I would not want to be in that position - and no matter what they were paying me would not be enough to keep me in a job where I knew I was failing.
So, having gotten that much out, I can move on to other subjects.
Of which I have none. Oh, wait! Yes, I do.
At any rate, I am headed into a five day weekend and hoping to get some more things done around here. I would love to get Man-Child here to finish weeding through the detritus in his old room and to take everything else away. He is dragging his feet on this process. I think what he would prefer is that we keep everything here - this is not going to happen - it will all go, one way or another.
Remember the front door debacle? Yes, the one that has been going on for almost a year now - this morning found me down at the local building supply company (which is only open during the week - WHY?! People like me NEED you to be open on weekends! At the very least, on Saturdays). While they don't install doors, they can give me a recommendation. They will also come and measure - now, if I order the door from them I know I will pay way more than I want. But I also know that if they measure and order and the door doesn't fit, they will have to eat that cost. The Husband kind of balked at the price but he also agreed that he doesn't really trust the other big box store to get it right either. So The Husband and I are currently in "negotiations" mainly because we don't need a new door (in his opinion); and theoretically. he's correct. But, in my opinion, we do need a new door because our living room is a black, depressing hole - and who wants to live like that? Not me.
After having lunch with The Husband - a treat on a weekday, as we work too far apart for this to occur on a regular basis - he asked what I had planned for the afternoon. Considering that the day, up to then, had been mild and cloudy I reckoned that I would attack the weeds in the juniper - to be honest this juniper vexes me almost as much as that damned blackberry bush, which I am still fighting but (knock wood) that I seem to be slowly conquering (as long as I stay on top of it).
We actually have two beds (maybe three, but that side of the yard barely registers on my To Do list as it gets very little sun and isn't that visible) of juniper. One is up against the house - along with some random plants - and this particular bed doesn't bother me as much as the one on the slope near the road. Why? Because this bed - which quite possibly also has snakes and other vermin lurking underneath, doesn't require me to wade into it much. For the most part, I can deal with the weeds from the sidewalk.
And the bed down near the road? It would require me to wade ALL the way into it. And The Husband had informed me that he had actually witnessed a snake sliding into it. So, despite the fact that the bed on that slope desperately needed weeding, I just couldn't make myself go there; despite my heavy, rubber rain boots. So, I attacked the "easier" bed. What I wasn't anticipating?
That the clouds would part and that the humidity would rise. And that there were more weeds in that bed than I initially thought. *sigh*
While in the middle of this task, The Husband came home from work and realized that I was afraid of that other bed and very thoughtfully arranged for someone to come in to deal with the bed down by the road next week. He had promised to do it for me but has somehow pinched a nerve in his back and is pretty much down for the count for any heavy labor at the moment.
So all I have to do now is close my eyes when looking at that stupid bed for the next week. I truly wish I knew someone with a backhoe because I would bribe them to come over and rip out all of that juniper.
Considering it's supposed to get hot and sunny this weekend, I'm thinking I'm done with weeding for this weekend.
I know there was something else I wanted to mention...*thinking* *hmmm, nothing ringing a bell...*
Oh!
Have you heard of Erase Your Face? Basically, it's a cleansing cloth that removes your makeup with only water and are chemical free (they say - apparently, it has something to do with the the amount of fibers) and is completely reusable. I've been hearing about these for a while and have been skeptical. But I ran across them at Bed Bath & Beyond a few weeks ago. Seeing as they were only around ten dollars, I figured I'd give them a try.
Surprisingly, they work! Now, I do have to say, with mascara (not waterproof) you have to REALLY rub your eyes - and being a woman of a certain age this is NOT something I want to do. So generally, I use cold cream to gently remove the mascara and then use the cloth.
So, how do I know they work? My litmus test...
White towels.
Whenever I dry my face after using the cloth - the towels remain white. When I use my normal face wash inevitably a bit of makeup residue would transfer to the white towels - which honestly? Would irritate me to no end. I bought a product to remove makeup; but yet the product didn't remove ALL the makeup - and? Nine times out of ten I had to use cold cream anyway.
If you've been wondering about this product, try it and let me know what you think.
***
Usual disclaimer, this is not a sponsored post. I bought it, tried it and liked it.
***
In the latest edition, What is Blooming in Gigi's Yard Now - this week we find Asiatic Lilies!
So very pretty. Sadly, they are pretty short lived - kind of like that peony. Next up are the day lilies. Which, to be honest, I'm kinda MEH about. Sure, they look great for a hot second and then they are scraggly. And, they really need to be divided - but I'm thinking I'd rather remove them and replace with another perennial (because let's be honest, I am NOT going to baby annuals), flowering something. Any ideas?
Now, to paraphrase my last sign off...off to pop some ibuprofen, in anticipation of the sore muscles tomorrow from all that weeding.
May 18, 2019
Today's News Report
We all know what happens when the guys are out of town - either a LOT gets done or a lot of nothing gets done. Today a LOT got done; so much so that I'm thinking tomorrow will just be a sit back and chill day. We shall see.
We all also know that when the guys are away, the odds that I will have two, consecutive posts are much higher. What with no one here tointerrupt talk to me or ask me to find whatever it is that is always right under their nose... Surely, I'm not the only one whose family does this. It's literally right there! But they can't see it. *sigh*
I have been hankering for a portable garment steamer for a while now; so today I bought one. We shall see whether it stays or goes back. The idea of releasing wrinkles from clothing without having to haul out the ironing board, etc. makes me happy but only if it does what it claims. I have a feeling though that the holiday napkins will only look right with a proper ironing. But maybe, just maybe, this might be the answer to the "ironing a tablecloth" dilemma...only time will tell. According to the cashier at Bed Bath & Beyond, I have up to a year to decide as long as I hold on to my receipt; which means it will be Thanksgiving, most likely, before I make up my mind.
And speaking of napkins, after reading Life of a Doctor's Wife's post yesterday - which included a link to an old post from Swistle - I decided to up my game in breaking The Husband's addiction to paper towels/napkins. While I wait for Part 2 of Suzanne's review of Reusable Paper Towels, I decided to bring in some cloth napkins - not crisp, white, holiday napkins. But just every day napkins - that, hopefully, I will learn to live with the wrinkles - as I certainly don't want to burden myself with ironing napkins every damn week. So while at the BB&B, I sourced some pretty napkins - that will *sigh* have to reside on the counter where the paper towels usually sit. I have moved the paper towels to a less convenient location.
In addition, I plan to re-instate the use of dish cloths in place of paper towels. Way back, when we were first married, we used dish cloths all the time. My disgust with his habit of leaving a sopping wet dish cloth laying in the sink is what prompted the banishment of dish cloths. Now, I am going to teach this old dog a new trick - wringing out the damn dish cloth.
I would also like to report that ALL the bed linens got washed today, as did the usual loads (yes, before you ask, sheets are part of the usual loads. Blankets and duvet, not as much), up to and including the duvet. I'm being honest here - I DESPISE washing the duvet; as putting it back on usually makes me curse and come close to angry tears; so I usually put it off. I am happy to report that this was not an issue today. Maybe, just maybe, I have figured out the best technique? We shall see.
I am also anticipating that tomorrow will be an ache-y day. Why? Because my back porch was utterly disgusting. So I hauled out the pressure washer that Man-Child so kindly gifted to me at Christmas. Can I reiterate here how much I love this thing?! Yes, it's kind of a pain to set up and tear down; but I'm finding the more I use it, the more adept I am at doing so...kinda like the stupid duvet. At any rate, I hauled it out and around to the back porch and cleaned off all the gross spindles, etc. Note to self: next time? Sweep the floor first. Guess what happens when the grossness of the spindles mixes with the pollen on the floor? If you guessed gross, goopy mess; you would be right. So I shall wait for the floor to dry and sweep tomorrow. Today I just used water and while it was effective - considering that it appears this porch has never been properly cleaned, I'm thinking the next go around needs to have some sort of cleaning solution added in to the mix...plus some strapping guys with muscles around to haul everything out onto the patio.
I briefly considered cleaning out The Husband's spice cabinet - before deciding that no, I really don't want him to leave me.
Despite the fact that is wasted, in my opinion, valuable storage - I closed those doors and turned my sights to the "Tupperware" cabinet (let's not even get into the fact that there is no actual Tupperware in there). From there I weeded out all the items that had no lids...and the random lids that had no mates. I also unearthed a few of Man-Child's things - if he doesn't take them to his apartment tomorrow they are headed for Goodwill.
Speaking of Goodwill, I also filled up two banker's boxes full of stuff which is destined to land there tomorrow morning. There *might* be a few kitchen items that The Husband will never miss included...yes, I'm looking at you tortilla warmer that's never, ever been used.
So tell me; why am I so much more productive when it's just me, myself and I? Probably because I have no one here to question what I am doing or why I am doing it.
And before I forget...Man-Child and I actually got a half decent picture for Mother's Day...
Now? Now I'm off to pop some ibuprofen in anticipation of tomorrow.
We all also know that when the guys are away, the odds that I will have two, consecutive posts are much higher. What with no one here to
I have been hankering for a portable garment steamer for a while now; so today I bought one. We shall see whether it stays or goes back. The idea of releasing wrinkles from clothing without having to haul out the ironing board, etc. makes me happy but only if it does what it claims. I have a feeling though that the holiday napkins will only look right with a proper ironing. But maybe, just maybe, this might be the answer to the "ironing a tablecloth" dilemma...only time will tell. According to the cashier at Bed Bath & Beyond, I have up to a year to decide as long as I hold on to my receipt; which means it will be Thanksgiving, most likely, before I make up my mind.
And speaking of napkins, after reading Life of a Doctor's Wife's post yesterday - which included a link to an old post from Swistle - I decided to up my game in breaking The Husband's addiction to paper towels/napkins. While I wait for Part 2 of Suzanne's review of Reusable Paper Towels, I decided to bring in some cloth napkins - not crisp, white, holiday napkins. But just every day napkins - that, hopefully, I will learn to live with the wrinkles - as I certainly don't want to burden myself with ironing napkins every damn week. So while at the BB&B, I sourced some pretty napkins - that will *sigh* have to reside on the counter where the paper towels usually sit. I have moved the paper towels to a less convenient location.
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| Bright and cheery colors! |
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| The napkin basket that will need to reside on my counter until he is trained *sigh* |
In addition, I plan to re-instate the use of dish cloths in place of paper towels. Way back, when we were first married, we used dish cloths all the time. My disgust with his habit of leaving a sopping wet dish cloth laying in the sink is what prompted the banishment of dish cloths. Now, I am going to teach this old dog a new trick - wringing out the damn dish cloth.
I would also like to report that ALL the bed linens got washed today, as did the usual loads (yes, before you ask, sheets are part of the usual loads. Blankets and duvet, not as much), up to and including the duvet. I'm being honest here - I DESPISE washing the duvet; as putting it back on usually makes me curse and come close to angry tears; so I usually put it off. I am happy to report that this was not an issue today. Maybe, just maybe, I have figured out the best technique? We shall see.
I am also anticipating that tomorrow will be an ache-y day. Why? Because my back porch was utterly disgusting. So I hauled out the pressure washer that Man-Child so kindly gifted to me at Christmas. Can I reiterate here how much I love this thing?! Yes, it's kind of a pain to set up and tear down; but I'm finding the more I use it, the more adept I am at doing so...kinda like the stupid duvet. At any rate, I hauled it out and around to the back porch and cleaned off all the gross spindles, etc. Note to self: next time? Sweep the floor first. Guess what happens when the grossness of the spindles mixes with the pollen on the floor? If you guessed gross, goopy mess; you would be right. So I shall wait for the floor to dry and sweep tomorrow. Today I just used water and while it was effective - considering that it appears this porch has never been properly cleaned, I'm thinking the next go around needs to have some sort of cleaning solution added in to the mix...plus some strapping guys with muscles around to haul everything out onto the patio.
I briefly considered cleaning out The Husband's spice cabinet - before deciding that no, I really don't want him to leave me.
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| *sigh* all the crap on the counter! And seriously, who needs this many spices?! |
Despite the fact that is wasted, in my opinion, valuable storage - I closed those doors and turned my sights to the "Tupperware" cabinet (let's not even get into the fact that there is no actual Tupperware in there). From there I weeded out all the items that had no lids...and the random lids that had no mates. I also unearthed a few of Man-Child's things - if he doesn't take them to his apartment tomorrow they are headed for Goodwill.
Speaking of Goodwill, I also filled up two banker's boxes full of stuff which is destined to land there tomorrow morning. There *might* be a few kitchen items that The Husband will never miss included...yes, I'm looking at you tortilla warmer that's never, ever been used.
So tell me; why am I so much more productive when it's just me, myself and I? Probably because I have no one here to question what I am doing or why I am doing it.
And before I forget...Man-Child and I actually got a half decent picture for Mother's Day...
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| I love this kiddo so much! |
Now? Now I'm off to pop some ibuprofen in anticipation of tomorrow.
May 17, 2019
Life lately
Oh hey! Hi! Yes, it has been about three weeks since my last post - why are you surprised? Life has a way of intruding.
And by "life" I mean nothing worth sharing. Wait...I take that back. Surely, there were some blog worthy moments/events/thoughts - but just too much of it all at once with not enough time to stop and record my thoughts and reactions.
So this post? This post will live up to the blog's name - random, at its finest (or boring-est - you decide).
Spring has sprung! Well, kinda. The past few mornings have been WAY more chilly than they should have been; so much so that I may have had to use the heater in my car in the mornings; but yet I'm hearing that this weekend we will skyrocket up to 90 degrees; it's way too early for that nonsense.
But things are blooming! Which means there is much eye-watering, sneezing, etc. happening. Speaking of blooms, I happened to snap this photo a few weeks ago and shared it to my neglected, fairly unused Instagram account.
As the blooms started to drop almost immediately afterward, I lamented to The Husband that it is such a shame that these blooms are so short lived. He told me to take a picture and have it framed. At first, I scoffed - because what with my mad, photography "skills" - hah! But on a whim, I uploaded the photo to CVS and began to play with it. I made a few minor tweaks with their editing tools and ended up with this...
A frame-worthy shot that will now remind me daily of just how much I love my peony while it's in bloom. And look at that - who would have thunk that *I* could have a piece of "art" in my home that *I* inexplicably created? I love it and smile every time I see it.
In other news, about a week or so ago; in a fit of frustration I threw some of my house plants out on the back porch because they were looking so bleak from the lack of sun; despite the fact that the nights were probably still too cold for them. Only to be rewarded with this...
Yes, I know. That IS the saddest looking shamrock that has ever lived. BUT, two weeks ago there was only one, half dead stalk. I just *knew* the darn thing was done for...but no, apparently there is still some life in there somewhere. If it follows last year's pattern then by the end of summer this pot will be overflowing with shamrocks and white flowers. I don't know if it would survive being left out during the winter, so I bring it in and watch it wilt away to nothing. Maybe this year I'll take a chance and see what happens if it's left out. And will feel completely guilty if it dies - because a friend of mine gave me this plant and every time I look at it, I think of her...even when it's at it's worst.
And in even more other news, the guys headed out this afternoon for a boy's fishing weekend; there was also talk of cigars and bourbon; which I am going to pretend I didn't hear. We all know how much I appreciate a quiet weekend alone; but I will be ready for them to come home on Sunday I'm sure. Stuff will either get done or it won't - that's usually the case - either a lot gets done or lots of nothing will be done; so we shall see.
In an effort to show you just how quiet office life has been; (oh sure, we had our moments this week, but for the most part it's been dead.) today I decided to wade into my personal email and weed out things. I wasn't quite brave enough to hit the Mass Delete button so I would select all the emails on the first page and scroll through to see if there was anything I needed to keep; and repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat through nearly 2,000 emails! Needless to say, this "project" kept me busy for a couple of hours. Want to know how many I kept? About three! Which I promptly filed away in their relevant folders. Then I repeated the process with my blog email. Until I got to the "promotions" and "social" folders (these emails don't pop up in my inbox) - with those I hit the Mass Delete button. And just like *snaps fingers* that all those emails are gone. Can I tell you how fabulous it feels to have zero emails in those inboxes (until tomorrow)? It's amazing! I did try to unsubscribe from repeat offenders as I went through the process; whatever I missed this time around, I will try to get as they come in.
As you can see, the effort to cut clutter is everywhere. Next up? The kitchen counter which The Husband has once again taken over. *sigh*
And by "life" I mean nothing worth sharing. Wait...I take that back. Surely, there were some blog worthy moments/events/thoughts - but just too much of it all at once with not enough time to stop and record my thoughts and reactions.
So this post? This post will live up to the blog's name - random, at its finest (or boring-est - you decide).
Spring has sprung! Well, kinda. The past few mornings have been WAY more chilly than they should have been; so much so that I may have had to use the heater in my car in the mornings; but yet I'm hearing that this weekend we will skyrocket up to 90 degrees; it's way too early for that nonsense.
But things are blooming! Which means there is much eye-watering, sneezing, etc. happening. Speaking of blooms, I happened to snap this photo a few weeks ago and shared it to my neglected, fairly unused Instagram account.
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| My peony in action! |
As the blooms started to drop almost immediately afterward, I lamented to The Husband that it is such a shame that these blooms are so short lived. He told me to take a picture and have it framed. At first, I scoffed - because what with my mad, photography "skills" - hah! But on a whim, I uploaded the photo to CVS and began to play with it. I made a few minor tweaks with their editing tools and ended up with this...
A frame-worthy shot that will now remind me daily of just how much I love my peony while it's in bloom. And look at that - who would have thunk that *I* could have a piece of "art" in my home that *I* inexplicably created? I love it and smile every time I see it.
In other news, about a week or so ago; in a fit of frustration I threw some of my house plants out on the back porch because they were looking so bleak from the lack of sun; despite the fact that the nights were probably still too cold for them. Only to be rewarded with this...
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| Those ceramic mushroom things? Absolutely love them! I keep them in the pots because they will shatter over the winter if I leave them in the ground. |
Yes, I know. That IS the saddest looking shamrock that has ever lived. BUT, two weeks ago there was only one, half dead stalk. I just *knew* the darn thing was done for...but no, apparently there is still some life in there somewhere. If it follows last year's pattern then by the end of summer this pot will be overflowing with shamrocks and white flowers. I don't know if it would survive being left out during the winter, so I bring it in and watch it wilt away to nothing. Maybe this year I'll take a chance and see what happens if it's left out. And will feel completely guilty if it dies - because a friend of mine gave me this plant and every time I look at it, I think of her...even when it's at it's worst.
And in even more other news, the guys headed out this afternoon for a boy's fishing weekend; there was also talk of cigars and bourbon; which I am going to pretend I didn't hear. We all know how much I appreciate a quiet weekend alone; but I will be ready for them to come home on Sunday I'm sure. Stuff will either get done or it won't - that's usually the case - either a lot gets done or lots of nothing will be done; so we shall see.
In an effort to show you just how quiet office life has been; (oh sure, we had our moments this week, but for the most part it's been dead.) today I decided to wade into my personal email and weed out things. I wasn't quite brave enough to hit the Mass Delete button so I would select all the emails on the first page and scroll through to see if there was anything I needed to keep; and repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat through nearly 2,000 emails! Needless to say, this "project" kept me busy for a couple of hours. Want to know how many I kept? About three! Which I promptly filed away in their relevant folders. Then I repeated the process with my blog email. Until I got to the "promotions" and "social" folders (these emails don't pop up in my inbox) - with those I hit the Mass Delete button. And just like *snaps fingers* that all those emails are gone. Can I tell you how fabulous it feels to have zero emails in those inboxes (until tomorrow)? It's amazing! I did try to unsubscribe from repeat offenders as I went through the process; whatever I missed this time around, I will try to get as they come in.
As you can see, the effort to cut clutter is everywhere. Next up? The kitchen counter which The Husband has once again taken over. *sigh*
April 28, 2019
He's subtly thwarting me...
It's no big secret, but I've been following the "less is more mantra" lately. Much to The Husband's chagrin. Why the chagrin? Because that means I have been expecting him to follow the same mantra, which is failing.
Although, I've been able (so far) to get him to let go of some things - and food - that we absolutely have no need for; he continues to bring things into the house - that we probably have no need for. I figure he's a work in progress. In fact, this weekend we were able to successfully rid the garage of a bunch of stuff we did not need. Granted, this project is far from over, unfortunately.
But lately, I have noticed a new, recent obsession of The Husband's. An obsession that I think is his silent rebellion. The new obsession?
Underwear and socks.
Random, right? He seems to have developed an unnatural fear of not having enough. It's like he thinks I'm going to fall down on the job one day and he won't have enough of either clean items.
This despite the fact that I faithfully do laundry every week. And every week, despite the dwindling options in his drawer throughout the week, fresh laundry always appears just in the nick of time.
Last weekend, he asked if I was going to be doing laundry any time soon. Why? Because there were only two clean pairs of undies in his drawer. While the rest were in the dryer.
I kid you not.
We have been married for twenty-eight years. In that time, he has never, ever - not even once - been without clean underwear or socks. Never.
But what did I discover today while putting his folded unmentionables away?
That he had purchased new socks and underwear.
Generally, this wouldn't be an issue (particularly if he routinely tossed worn items. He does not. I usually do that if I notice the wear while folding) but the drawers that hold these items are not limitless. And now, I am struggling to fit everything neatly into their respective drawers. He cannot explain this compulsion. I'm putting it down to the fact that this is rebellion of the "less is more" movement going on in this house. Or he wants to see how creative I can get to keep those drawers tidy with more stuff.
Those drawers that I Marie-Kondo'd the heck out of - and, after all this time, still stay fairly tidy. I know! Even I'm surprised it still works...until he introduces new items - that he didn't need.
Although, I've been able (so far) to get him to let go of some things - and food - that we absolutely have no need for; he continues to bring things into the house - that we probably have no need for. I figure he's a work in progress. In fact, this weekend we were able to successfully rid the garage of a bunch of stuff we did not need. Granted, this project is far from over, unfortunately.
But lately, I have noticed a new, recent obsession of The Husband's. An obsession that I think is his silent rebellion. The new obsession?
Underwear and socks.
Random, right? He seems to have developed an unnatural fear of not having enough. It's like he thinks I'm going to fall down on the job one day and he won't have enough of either clean items.
This despite the fact that I faithfully do laundry every week. And every week, despite the dwindling options in his drawer throughout the week, fresh laundry always appears just in the nick of time.
Last weekend, he asked if I was going to be doing laundry any time soon. Why? Because there were only two clean pairs of undies in his drawer. While the rest were in the dryer.
I kid you not.
We have been married for twenty-eight years. In that time, he has never, ever - not even once - been without clean underwear or socks. Never.
But what did I discover today while putting his folded unmentionables away?
That he had purchased new socks and underwear.
Generally, this wouldn't be an issue (particularly if he routinely tossed worn items. He does not. I usually do that if I notice the wear while folding) but the drawers that hold these items are not limitless. And now, I am struggling to fit everything neatly into their respective drawers. He cannot explain this compulsion. I'm putting it down to the fact that this is rebellion of the "less is more" movement going on in this house. Or he wants to see how creative I can get to keep those drawers tidy with more stuff.
Those drawers that I Marie-Kondo'd the heck out of - and, after all this time, still stay fairly tidy. I know! Even I'm surprised it still works...until he introduces new items - that he didn't need.
April 25, 2019
"You just want me to be perfect!" Or...why our garage looks like it does.
The Husband and Man-Child are taking a trip next month where they plan to fish and do manly things, I guess. Which resulted in the following conversation.
The Husband: "I need to get some new fishing gear for the trip."
Me: "Okay. But don't you already have some gear in the garage?"
The Husband: "Yes, but some of it is broken."
Me: "Then WHY is it in the garage?! Throw it out."
The Husband: "I'm not sure what is broken and what isn't."
Me: *blankly stares at him, while wondering why he didn't just get rid of the gear that was broken when he figured out it was broken*
The Husband, accurately reading the expression on my face: "You just want me to be perfect! And to throw things away. And to not bring plastic bags into the house!"
Me: "If that's your interpretation of perfect, then yes, that is what I want."
And he wonders why the garage is in the state it's in.
We are working on it though - and it looks a lot better than it did, but obviously, still has a long way to go - gee, I wonder why?
He has promised that once we get it in shape he will keep it that way. Considering he's been pretty good about his closet, I have a glimmer of hope - but just a glimmer, mind you.
April 6, 2019
A treat to celebrate getting those pesky taxes done...
Before I left for Texas (yes, by now, I've gone and returned) The Husband declared that the weekend after I returned we would do our taxes, and that weekend? It was today.
As I've mentioned before, several times, I HATE doing our taxes. Usually, I am the one at the keyboard asking The Husband for the necessary data while he scrambles through the assorted paperwork to find the information, usually throwing out an "I DON'T know! I can't find it! Oh! Here it is!" In addition to doing our taxes, I had to show Man-Child how to do his taxes. Fun, fun. Especially, since the sun was shining and the day was glorious...here's hoping tomorrow's forecast is more of the same, so maybe I can get out and play in the dirt.
But to be fair, this time - for both our taxes and Man-Child's - was fairly uncomplicated and dealt with without all the hand-wringing and "I DON'T knows!"
And as a reward for getting those pesky taxes over and done with, I decided that I would make a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting...
It is currently sitting in the fridge for the requisite hour - I can't wait to try it. I found the recipe here.
As for the trip home?
I had a great time - as I always do when spending time with one of my oldest friends. She is getting married in May and I was happy to help her get some wedding planning squared away (Dress? Check. Cake? Check. Centerpieces? Check. Minister? Check. Venue? Check. What the groom will wear? Check. Yes, we WERE busy!) all while playing "catch up."
Were their hiccups along the way? Of course. We are talking about me after all. But my suitcase finally caught up with me, I didn't run out of gas and I eventually made it home. And the taxes are done for another year. And I have cake waiting for me...so I have no reason to complain, no reason at all.
(FYI, I just had a very small slice and,...if I do say so myself, it IS delicious!)
As I've mentioned before, several times, I HATE doing our taxes. Usually, I am the one at the keyboard asking The Husband for the necessary data while he scrambles through the assorted paperwork to find the information, usually throwing out an "I DON'T know! I can't find it! Oh! Here it is!" In addition to doing our taxes, I had to show Man-Child how to do his taxes. Fun, fun. Especially, since the sun was shining and the day was glorious...here's hoping tomorrow's forecast is more of the same, so maybe I can get out and play in the dirt.
But to be fair, this time - for both our taxes and Man-Child's - was fairly uncomplicated and dealt with without all the hand-wringing and "I DON'T knows!"
And as a reward for getting those pesky taxes over and done with, I decided that I would make a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting...
It is currently sitting in the fridge for the requisite hour - I can't wait to try it. I found the recipe here.
As for the trip home?
I had a great time - as I always do when spending time with one of my oldest friends. She is getting married in May and I was happy to help her get some wedding planning squared away (Dress? Check. Cake? Check. Centerpieces? Check. Minister? Check. Venue? Check. What the groom will wear? Check. Yes, we WERE busy!) all while playing "catch up."
Were their hiccups along the way? Of course. We are talking about me after all. But my suitcase finally caught up with me, I didn't run out of gas and I eventually made it home. And the taxes are done for another year. And I have cake waiting for me...so I have no reason to complain, no reason at all.
(FYI, I just had a very small slice and,...if I do say so myself, it IS delicious!)
March 27, 2019
I wrote a post about an article - even if you ignore my post; please read the linked article.
I read an article this morning that I think you should also read...to be honest, EVERYONE needs to read it and then actually buy into the concept because I think, if this takes off, it could revolutionize the world as we know it.
The company, Terracycle, is promoting a new shopping platform called Loop, which plans to do away with disposable containers - like shampoo bottles, laundry detergent, etc.
They are partnering with major manufacturers to deliver the products in reusable containers. And, once those products are used they will pick up, clean and re-fill the the containers and send them on to the next customer.
Basically, they are bringing back the "milkman" concept. As the CEO, Tom Szaky, said,
The company, Terracycle, is promoting a new shopping platform called Loop, which plans to do away with disposable containers - like shampoo bottles, laundry detergent, etc.
They are partnering with major manufacturers to deliver the products in reusable containers. And, once those products are used they will pick up, clean and re-fill the the containers and send them on to the next customer.
Basically, they are bringing back the "milkman" concept. As the CEO, Tom Szaky, said,
"We're going back to the milkman model of the 1950s. You buy the milk but the milk company owns the bottle, which you leave in the milk box to be picked up when you're done with it."
How awesome is this concept? In my opinion, it is EXTREMELY awesome!
They are set to begin test marketing in key areas this spring.
I can't wait until they actually launch here because I am SO there for this initiative.
Click here for a link to the article.
***
Truth be told, I wrote this post months ago and just left it to languish in my Drafts folder - but today, Man-Child and I had a conversation that reminded me of this draft. So I did a little more exploring and discovered that you can sign up for the wait-list so that when/if the program is rolled out in your area you will be informed.
***
Truth be told, I wrote this post months ago and just left it to languish in my Drafts folder - but today, Man-Child and I had a conversation that reminded me of this draft. So I did a little more exploring and discovered that you can sign up for the wait-list so that when/if the program is rolled out in your area you will be informed.
March 23, 2019
A brownie is a brownie is a brownie...or is it?
Last weekend, I asked The Husband to pick up two boxes of brownie mix. I had planned on making brownies for our car guy as he was going to work on my car, on his day off no less, and that's just one of the many reasons he is our car guy. The other mix was just to have on hand for when the next "brownie emergency" cropped up. What, you don't have "brownie emergencies?"
Now, knowing that I make all of my cookies and most of my cakes from scratch - you are probably wondering why I don't make brownies from scratch. And there is a reason. It's quite possibly the STUPIDEST reason in the world. . .
It's because I don't keep cocoa powder on hand. Why? Probably because most of the cookies or cakes in general rotation around here don't call for it. Generally, I keep plenty of those ingredients on hand...but not cocoa powder.
At any rate, I sent The Husband off with no further instruction as to what buy other than "brownie mix." To be honest, I figured he would come home with the cheapest brownie mix he could find. Which was fine by me because a brownie mix is a brownie mix, right?
At least, I used to think that.
He came home with two boxes of Ghirardelli Double Chocolate brownie mix with chocolate chips. And I am just here to tell you that, hands down, this mix kills the myth that a brownie is a brownie. Of course, I would never turn down a brownie that was whipped up from another mix, because brownies are delicious. But these brownies? Oh, so heavenly. And I can confirm our car guy thoroughly enjoyed his batch.
Man-Child dropped by after I had already passed the brownies on to the car guy and as he was walking in he noticed the empty box in the recycling container and, literally, the first words out his mouth was "Where are the brownies?" So I promised to make him some this weekend. See? I knew a "brownie emergency" was imminent.
But now that I see, in writing, how stupid my reason is for not making homemade brownies, I will promptly buy a can of cocoa powder and await the next "brownie emergency" so I can try my hand at homemade brownies. In the meantime, take my word for it, if you need a brownie mix this one is fabulous.
Now about that pie crust that I also don't make from scratch - well, that will never happen because no matter how hard I try, I just cannot master that.
Not sponsored in any way, shape or form. Promise.
Now, knowing that I make all of my cookies and most of my cakes from scratch - you are probably wondering why I don't make brownies from scratch. And there is a reason. It's quite possibly the STUPIDEST reason in the world. . .
It's because I don't keep cocoa powder on hand. Why? Probably because most of the cookies or cakes in general rotation around here don't call for it. Generally, I keep plenty of those ingredients on hand...but not cocoa powder.
At any rate, I sent The Husband off with no further instruction as to what buy other than "brownie mix." To be honest, I figured he would come home with the cheapest brownie mix he could find. Which was fine by me because a brownie mix is a brownie mix, right?
At least, I used to think that.
He came home with two boxes of Ghirardelli Double Chocolate brownie mix with chocolate chips. And I am just here to tell you that, hands down, this mix kills the myth that a brownie is a brownie. Of course, I would never turn down a brownie that was whipped up from another mix, because brownies are delicious. But these brownies? Oh, so heavenly. And I can confirm our car guy thoroughly enjoyed his batch.
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Man-Child dropped by after I had already passed the brownies on to the car guy and as he was walking in he noticed the empty box in the recycling container and, literally, the first words out his mouth was "Where are the brownies?" So I promised to make him some this weekend. See? I knew a "brownie emergency" was imminent.
But now that I see, in writing, how stupid my reason is for not making homemade brownies, I will promptly buy a can of cocoa powder and await the next "brownie emergency" so I can try my hand at homemade brownies. In the meantime, take my word for it, if you need a brownie mix this one is fabulous.
Now about that pie crust that I also don't make from scratch - well, that will never happen because no matter how hard I try, I just cannot master that.
Not sponsored in any way, shape or form. Promise.
March 16, 2019
Not enough hours in the day...especially on weekends
Fun fact: Did you know my oven racks aren't actually black? Me either.
Considering all the things I wanted to get done today; mentioned here - plus all the things that weren't on that particular list but reside on my constant, ever running, To Do list, the list was monumental.
One of the things that I wanted to do today was clean the kitchen sink. We have a double, white porcelain sink. When it is clean, it is a thing of beauty. When it isn't, it is hellish, and no matter how clean the rest of the house is - if that sink isn't clean the whole house doesn't feel clean.
And considering how many messes The Husband makes in that kitchen, it feels like that sink is always in need of a scrubbing.
So I cleaned it and I was pleased. The Husband had dropped a hint before he left that "if I had any free time and loved him, I would clean out the refrigerator for him." This is the chore that he hates the most, even more than emptying the dishwasher. I think it hurts him to see all the food that he has prepared thrown in the trash. Well, that's his own fault for creating more than the two of us could possibly eat. Now, to be fair, a LOT of the food he makes, he takes to work to share with his co-workers - or, if I'm quick enough, I take a small bit for a few of my favorite co-workers.
Then, because "I love him and I had a little time," I cleaned the refrigerator from top to bottom and discovered that we have more carrots than any one house needs. We don't even eat that many carrots! So, I am at a loss as to why we have so many.
Now here is where I mention that the Lazy Genius' hack to vacuuming out the fridge IS genius! Cleaned those drawers in no time flat.
My day then got totally side-tracked when I noticed just how disgusting the oven glass was and, on a whim, decided that on this gorgeous, sun-drenched day, that I would clean the stupid oven. I need a Lazy Genius guide to dealing with that.
Now, I know that our oven is self-cleaning but I was wary about using it as it appears our oven has NEVER, EVER been cleaned. And, I also know that the more you can get out before you start the self-clean then, supposedly, the less toxic the fumes are (or is that all just in my head? Probably).
At any rate, I started with the oven door. Not long after I started, my friend from two doors down called and reminded me that we are all getting together tomorrow for her youngest's second, and her husband's (I have no idea how old he is, I'll find out tomorrow), birthday. Naturally, this set off alarm bells in my head...GIFTS. I needed to get gifts. And lunch.
So I made a paste out of Barkeeper's Friend and Dawn dish soap on the oven glass and headed to Target and the ABC store. Can you guess whose gift came from where? 😉
Two stops and a lunch later, I came home to finish cleaning the oven door. Guess what I decided halfway through cleaning the oven door? That The Husband can clean the actual oven. Dear God, that was a nightmare. At one point, I stopped and Googled "easiest way to clean a gross oven door."
One woman suggested that one wet and one dry Mr. Clean Eraser worked for her. Also, her "dirty" oven door looked suspiciously cleaner to begin with - but I tried it. It did not work. Bob Vila told me to use baking soda and vinegar - so basically, the exact same method I used - to make a paste and let it sit. He did mention, that a razor could come in handy to remove those "extra tough" bits of grease and grime. While I did not have a razor handy (plus, I would have worried about slicing myself to ribbons) I did have a butter knife. You would be surprised at how much gunk a butter knife can remove from oven glass...I sure was.
After I wiped the glass clean one last time, I stood up, turned around and was faced with the oven racks. Being the "genius" that I am, I figured I would pop those in the dishwasher and call it a day.
Until...
They didn't fit in the dishwasher. And, I knew from my previous research, that these needed to be cleaned outside the self-cleaning oven. Here is what I now know, when my dishwasher dies and I need a new one, I will be taking an oven rack with me to purchase the next one. And I will find one that can hold an oven rack.
Cleaning an oven rack, by hand, has to be hands down, one of the world's most tedious tasks. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that yes, my oven racks AREN'T black! You can also now imagine that my oven racks still have bits of grease and grime because no amount of "elbow grease" can remove that - as my very sore fingers can attest.
Also? Perfectly good manicure; ruined.
And that clean, white sink? Had to be re-cleaned.
So to recap - today I cleaned the sink, the refrigerator, the oven glass and racks, and the sink again. That is a total of five whole tasks...which took all day.
I have a feeling that if I want to complete the other nine tasks on that To Do list, I may need to get up at 3:00 am.
***
And, just I was wrapping up this post, Tipsy Swistle popped into my head and reminded me how much Future Gigi is so grateful for something Past Gigi has done. So, Today's Gigi got up and crossed four more tasks off the list - things that Future Gigi will be so relieved are done.
One of the things accomplished? Changing the sheets on the bed. This is shocking only because I usually change the sheets in the morning. Now, it should be told that I ADORE clean sheets so much that I would change them every day if I could. But I HATE changing the sheets. Why? Because our mattress is ridiculously heavy. And, to my thinking, if the mattress is THAT heavy then why do they already have body-shaped ruts in them after only X amount of years (I thought I had posted when we bought a new mattress, but apparently not. I'm thinking maybe six years ago?). But, whatever, that chore is done. And instead of spending the whole day waiting to crawl into a bed with clean sheets, I only have to wait until this post is done. Delicious.
Isn't it funny though, how you envision your day (or weekend) one way, only to get totally waylaid and end up going in a different direction?
Considering all the things I wanted to get done today; mentioned here - plus all the things that weren't on that particular list but reside on my constant, ever running, To Do list, the list was monumental.
One of the things that I wanted to do today was clean the kitchen sink. We have a double, white porcelain sink. When it is clean, it is a thing of beauty. When it isn't, it is hellish, and no matter how clean the rest of the house is - if that sink isn't clean the whole house doesn't feel clean.
And considering how many messes The Husband makes in that kitchen, it feels like that sink is always in need of a scrubbing.
So I cleaned it and I was pleased. The Husband had dropped a hint before he left that "if I had any free time and loved him, I would clean out the refrigerator for him." This is the chore that he hates the most, even more than emptying the dishwasher. I think it hurts him to see all the food that he has prepared thrown in the trash. Well, that's his own fault for creating more than the two of us could possibly eat. Now, to be fair, a LOT of the food he makes, he takes to work to share with his co-workers - or, if I'm quick enough, I take a small bit for a few of my favorite co-workers.
Then, because "I love him and I had a little time," I cleaned the refrigerator from top to bottom and discovered that we have more carrots than any one house needs. We don't even eat that many carrots! So, I am at a loss as to why we have so many.
Now here is where I mention that the Lazy Genius' hack to vacuuming out the fridge IS genius! Cleaned those drawers in no time flat.
My day then got totally side-tracked when I noticed just how disgusting the oven glass was and, on a whim, decided that on this gorgeous, sun-drenched day, that I would clean the stupid oven. I need a Lazy Genius guide to dealing with that.
Now, I know that our oven is self-cleaning but I was wary about using it as it appears our oven has NEVER, EVER been cleaned. And, I also know that the more you can get out before you start the self-clean then, supposedly, the less toxic the fumes are (or is that all just in my head? Probably).
At any rate, I started with the oven door. Not long after I started, my friend from two doors down called and reminded me that we are all getting together tomorrow for her youngest's second, and her husband's (I have no idea how old he is, I'll find out tomorrow), birthday. Naturally, this set off alarm bells in my head...GIFTS. I needed to get gifts. And lunch.
So I made a paste out of Barkeeper's Friend and Dawn dish soap on the oven glass and headed to Target and the ABC store. Can you guess whose gift came from where? 😉
Two stops and a lunch later, I came home to finish cleaning the oven door. Guess what I decided halfway through cleaning the oven door? That The Husband can clean the actual oven. Dear God, that was a nightmare. At one point, I stopped and Googled "easiest way to clean a gross oven door."
One woman suggested that one wet and one dry Mr. Clean Eraser worked for her. Also, her "dirty" oven door looked suspiciously cleaner to begin with - but I tried it. It did not work. Bob Vila told me to use baking soda and vinegar - so basically, the exact same method I used - to make a paste and let it sit. He did mention, that a razor could come in handy to remove those "extra tough" bits of grease and grime. While I did not have a razor handy (plus, I would have worried about slicing myself to ribbons) I did have a butter knife. You would be surprised at how much gunk a butter knife can remove from oven glass...I sure was.
After I wiped the glass clean one last time, I stood up, turned around and was faced with the oven racks. Being the "genius" that I am, I figured I would pop those in the dishwasher and call it a day.
Until...
They didn't fit in the dishwasher. And, I knew from my previous research, that these needed to be cleaned outside the self-cleaning oven. Here is what I now know, when my dishwasher dies and I need a new one, I will be taking an oven rack with me to purchase the next one. And I will find one that can hold an oven rack.
Cleaning an oven rack, by hand, has to be hands down, one of the world's most tedious tasks. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that yes, my oven racks AREN'T black! You can also now imagine that my oven racks still have bits of grease and grime because no amount of "elbow grease" can remove that - as my very sore fingers can attest.
Also? Perfectly good manicure; ruined.
And that clean, white sink? Had to be re-cleaned.
So to recap - today I cleaned the sink, the refrigerator, the oven glass and racks, and the sink again. That is a total of five whole tasks...which took all day.
I have a feeling that if I want to complete the other nine tasks on that To Do list, I may need to get up at 3:00 am.
***
And, just I was wrapping up this post, Tipsy Swistle popped into my head and reminded me how much Future Gigi is so grateful for something Past Gigi has done. So, Today's Gigi got up and crossed four more tasks off the list - things that Future Gigi will be so relieved are done.
One of the things accomplished? Changing the sheets on the bed. This is shocking only because I usually change the sheets in the morning. Now, it should be told that I ADORE clean sheets so much that I would change them every day if I could. But I HATE changing the sheets. Why? Because our mattress is ridiculously heavy. And, to my thinking, if the mattress is THAT heavy then why do they already have body-shaped ruts in them after only X amount of years (I thought I had posted when we bought a new mattress, but apparently not. I'm thinking maybe six years ago?). But, whatever, that chore is done. And instead of spending the whole day waiting to crawl into a bed with clean sheets, I only have to wait until this post is done. Delicious.
Isn't it funny though, how you envision your day (or weekend) one way, only to get totally waylaid and end up going in a different direction?
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