Today is laundry day, which means I watch trash TV while I'm folding clothes. I mean REAL trash....E Behind the Story (Snooki), ICE T Loves Coco, and then when I'm thoroughly disgusted with myself, Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. I'll need a shower after this.
While waiting for the next load to finish, I've been looking at real estate and decorating ideas. Because besides loving to look at houses that are MUCH more organized than mine, I'm starting to gear myself up for a move. I've lived in my house for 15 years and, even though I made it mine, it was never the house "my house". My ex picked the house based purely on base price - it was a mess. We were in that unenviable position of having to make a fast decision, and talked me into promising me we'd fix it all up. Well, Murphy's Law, we split up less than two years later and I've had to do it on my own. I'm not bitching, I made it work and it more than fit my needs for the years I lived here - it provided a good home for my kids and I was able to take care of my mom here before her passing. But now, it's time to move on. I'll write more about where I'm going next post, right now it's fantasy looking.
My youngest is moving into her senior year of high school, and once she finishes, I want to be ready to go. With this market, I'm not sure when to put it on, but first I have to get serious about paring down and organizing.
I need a wife........
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Sunday, August 7, 2011
Saturday, January 5, 2008
My Idea of Hell on Earth?
Taking down Christmas decorations, even though I went and spent a small fortune at The Container Store (oh, I heart The Container Store) buying organizational tools for putting away Christmas decorations. What I learned today:
1. Those nifty tree boxes? Made for skinny trees that are under five or six years old. (no judging here - I went to "permanent trees" about 10 years ago when I was a road warrior. If I didn't get a tree up Thanksgiving weekend, there wasn't going to be a tree). My tree is 15 years old and as much as I hate it, it looks better than anything I've seen. Problem is, it doesn't fold up to the size of a postage stamp the way the new ones do, so now I have my tree sitting in an open box.
2. I suddenly got very old and creaky somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Years. I had no problem running up and down the steps to put the damn stuff up, but now have a host of aches and pains carrying the stuff back down to the basement. All of this activity is standard operating procedure - I should be a size 2. It wore me out so much that I crashed on the couch at 8PM and am now wide awake (hence the blogging at midnight).
3. Teenagers, even if you bribe them, are slower than dirt. I didn't know it was possible to make taking ornaments off of a tree a day long event. Even when I explained to her that her hourly rate would be dipping well below minimum wage, her speed remained somewhere in the vicinity of reverse.
4. Stopping to organize your pantry - using all of those wonderful containers you just had to buy at TCS is a sign of middle-aged ADD. Stopping again to make lasagna in between basement runs is another sign.
5. A glass of chilled chardonnay when you finally sit down never tasted so good - even if the effect is the same as applying a hammer to the side of your head ;-)
1. Those nifty tree boxes? Made for skinny trees that are under five or six years old. (no judging here - I went to "permanent trees" about 10 years ago when I was a road warrior. If I didn't get a tree up Thanksgiving weekend, there wasn't going to be a tree). My tree is 15 years old and as much as I hate it, it looks better than anything I've seen. Problem is, it doesn't fold up to the size of a postage stamp the way the new ones do, so now I have my tree sitting in an open box.
2. I suddenly got very old and creaky somewhere between Thanksgiving and New Years. I had no problem running up and down the steps to put the damn stuff up, but now have a host of aches and pains carrying the stuff back down to the basement. All of this activity is standard operating procedure - I should be a size 2. It wore me out so much that I crashed on the couch at 8PM and am now wide awake (hence the blogging at midnight).
3. Teenagers, even if you bribe them, are slower than dirt. I didn't know it was possible to make taking ornaments off of a tree a day long event. Even when I explained to her that her hourly rate would be dipping well below minimum wage, her speed remained somewhere in the vicinity of reverse.
4. Stopping to organize your pantry - using all of those wonderful containers you just had to buy at TCS is a sign of middle-aged ADD. Stopping again to make lasagna in between basement runs is another sign.
5. A glass of chilled chardonnay when you finally sit down never tasted so good - even if the effect is the same as applying a hammer to the side of your head ;-)
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