I've just been working. A lot. Holidays. And pissed cuz I can't be out running with the bitches. The treadmill gets me by, but the sub-freezing temps and ice patches make me long for a warmer climate. So I've been obsessed with remodeling the kitchen. Man Friend probably regrets the suggestion, since I'm always online and taking pics of things at Lowes now. Anyhoo... this is the inspiration. To months of work and dollars to be spent.
Modern Country Style: Anne Turner's Cottage Living Kitchen Before & Afte...: Hey there, sugarplum, I hope you're feeling fine and dandy. But if you're not, if the cold wintry greyness is getting you down, then I ha...
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
A List is Just a List...
Once in a great while, I decide to really clean the house. Not that the place is ever ready for a reality show or anything; the dishes are done and the laundry is maintained. You would never have to be afraid to use the bathroom here, okay? I just wouldn’t earn the Good Housekeeping seal of approval…
However, the past few days have been incredibly productive. Man Friend and I spent time rearranging furniture and art, you know, really setting the place up. He’s good at that stuff, he says things like, “You have the square footage, you just aren’t fully utilizing it.” Swoon. Don’t get me started about when he talks about load bearing walls.
The fantastic part is that the living room feels a lot bigger now, as well as more functional. Plus, this gorgeous entertainment center that he built, AKA “The Big Unit,” is now the hub of the area. Alli is taking her time getting used to the new configuration and Joey could care less as long as she can sleep on the couch.
I have to be honest, though. The most fun of this whole escapade was finding a bunch of notepads with weird lists I made. I love lists. I have legal pads, notepads, and sticky notes stashed everywhere. I make grocery lists, lists for my days off, lists of errands, you get the drift. If I have an important baking project or holiday dinner to prep for, I make the list in the order in which I will go through the store. I have contemplated drawing maps. If I don’t write it down, it probably won’t happen. NOTE: Let the sun rise in the morning.
Much time in my life has been spent writing lists, checking off lists, and throwing away completed lists. I love the sense of accomplishment of a completed list. Thankfully, an uncompleted list doesn’t drive me crazy. I just add what’s left to the next list…
One of the lists I found really made me giggle as it was a list of ideas for blogs:
•Dumb hippies who try too hard
•You should have to maintain a certain GPA to get gov’t loans/aid
•Bread—how dependent we’ve become
•My closet love of Nicki Minaj and Hanson.
•Why do the teabaggers claim Ayn Rand?
•Professional athletes are prostitutes
•People who think Alli is a pitbull
I know Alli guest blogged on the last topic. That was a bitch to dictate.
Another list I found was super weird, but the fact that I made said list speaks to my love of lists… anyone who lives in my area will remember there was tons of flooding a few summers ago. In my city, it was mostly limited to basement flooding, but we had a few huge rains and lots of people living near rivers lost everything.
I was fortunate enough to not have to deal with those type of issues, but we did have a neighborhood issue with the sanitary sewer system. A line broke, everything was overstressed and we were asked to not flush our toilets, run our showers, or add any water to the sanitary system during “the crisis.” On the plus side, I learned that I am not afraid to shit in a bag and that I can get completely ready with a small bottle of water, a tin bowl, and a wash cloth. Call me Half Pint.
But the point here was that along with the call to not stress the sewer, I was also in the zone where the mayor said there could be sewer backups in the basements. That meant sorting through things in the basement and deciding what needed to come upstairs just in case Poop River picked my house.
Again, I got lucky. Poop River stayed north. The big sort in the basement got me thinking and I decided that I needed to do a big pitch. I challenged myself that I would get 100 items out of the house before I could bring anything into the house, not even a gallon of milk. A regular person might have just trusted that they would ditch 100 items or maybe do a slash count. You already know what I did, with a coded system of Gave Away = ga, Goodwill = gw, Sell = s, Recycle = r, or Trash = t.
I won’t bore you with the whole list:
1-7. Underwear for doggie periods (ga)
8. Diapers for dogs (ga)
30-39. Pairs of socks (gw/t)
56. Top Hat calendar (t) (You know which one.)
84. Peppers from flowers (t)
85. Callus remover (t)
95-100. Various projectors and film shit that sat in the garage for years
101-105. Expired condiments from fridge (t: food waste/r: containers)
147. Pom poms (gw) (I had pom poms?)
148. Earmuffs (gw)
149. Cast iron skillet (gw) (Weaponry?)
I have never felt so completely weird and so completely normal simultaneously. I guess that just means I like me.
However, the past few days have been incredibly productive. Man Friend and I spent time rearranging furniture and art, you know, really setting the place up. He’s good at that stuff, he says things like, “You have the square footage, you just aren’t fully utilizing it.” Swoon. Don’t get me started about when he talks about load bearing walls.
The fantastic part is that the living room feels a lot bigger now, as well as more functional. Plus, this gorgeous entertainment center that he built, AKA “The Big Unit,” is now the hub of the area. Alli is taking her time getting used to the new configuration and Joey could care less as long as she can sleep on the couch.
I have to be honest, though. The most fun of this whole escapade was finding a bunch of notepads with weird lists I made. I love lists. I have legal pads, notepads, and sticky notes stashed everywhere. I make grocery lists, lists for my days off, lists of errands, you get the drift. If I have an important baking project or holiday dinner to prep for, I make the list in the order in which I will go through the store. I have contemplated drawing maps. If I don’t write it down, it probably won’t happen. NOTE: Let the sun rise in the morning.
Much time in my life has been spent writing lists, checking off lists, and throwing away completed lists. I love the sense of accomplishment of a completed list. Thankfully, an uncompleted list doesn’t drive me crazy. I just add what’s left to the next list…
One of the lists I found really made me giggle as it was a list of ideas for blogs:
•Dumb hippies who try too hard
•You should have to maintain a certain GPA to get gov’t loans/aid
•Bread—how dependent we’ve become
•My closet love of Nicki Minaj and Hanson.
•Why do the teabaggers claim Ayn Rand?
•Professional athletes are prostitutes
•People who think Alli is a pitbull
I know Alli guest blogged on the last topic. That was a bitch to dictate.
Another list I found was super weird, but the fact that I made said list speaks to my love of lists… anyone who lives in my area will remember there was tons of flooding a few summers ago. In my city, it was mostly limited to basement flooding, but we had a few huge rains and lots of people living near rivers lost everything.
I was fortunate enough to not have to deal with those type of issues, but we did have a neighborhood issue with the sanitary sewer system. A line broke, everything was overstressed and we were asked to not flush our toilets, run our showers, or add any water to the sanitary system during “the crisis.” On the plus side, I learned that I am not afraid to shit in a bag and that I can get completely ready with a small bottle of water, a tin bowl, and a wash cloth. Call me Half Pint.
But the point here was that along with the call to not stress the sewer, I was also in the zone where the mayor said there could be sewer backups in the basements. That meant sorting through things in the basement and deciding what needed to come upstairs just in case Poop River picked my house.
Again, I got lucky. Poop River stayed north. The big sort in the basement got me thinking and I decided that I needed to do a big pitch. I challenged myself that I would get 100 items out of the house before I could bring anything into the house, not even a gallon of milk. A regular person might have just trusted that they would ditch 100 items or maybe do a slash count. You already know what I did, with a coded system of Gave Away = ga, Goodwill = gw, Sell = s, Recycle = r, or Trash = t.
I won’t bore you with the whole list:
1-7. Underwear for doggie periods (ga)
8. Diapers for dogs (ga)
30-39. Pairs of socks (gw/t)
56. Top Hat calendar (t) (You know which one.)
84. Peppers from flowers (t)
85. Callus remover (t)
95-100. Various projectors and film shit that sat in the garage for years
101-105. Expired condiments from fridge (t: food waste/r: containers)
147. Pom poms (gw) (I had pom poms?)
148. Earmuffs (gw)
149. Cast iron skillet (gw) (Weaponry?)
I have never felt so completely weird and so completely normal simultaneously. I guess that just means I like me.
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