To-Do List
June 05, 2006
Attempting to pull out an established plot of English Ivy.
May 17, 2006
Unpack kids' books and load up the bookcases
Drop Becca off at school
Drink Triple Venti Non-Fat Cinnamon Latte
Enjoy subsequent heart palpatations
- Organize linen closet
- Finish organizing bathrooms
Pick girls up from school
- Unpack box of kitchen miscellaney
- Get bedroom furniture placed (with help from Steve)
- Eleventy-three loads of laundry (can only be started after 5 pm because otherwise, I'm fighting the workers for space, and God knows I'd rather have them work uninterrupted than have a little thing like no clean clothes come between me and a finished basement)
- Talk to FIL about putting rods up in the coat closet (don't even ask)
- Start eyeballing the liquor currently residing on the tool bench
April 17, 2006
Days Left Until We Move: 10
Stuff Packed And/Or Moved This Weekend: Nada. Zip.
Steve and I couldn't bring ourselves to actually do anything productive this weekend. Anything. Everytime I think about what needs to be done both here and the new house, I start to panic. So unless a teleportation device is created and made affordable in the next ten days, we're screwed.
Things we need to do in our current house:
1. Pack
2. Move the in-law's furniture into their garage.
3. Call a moving company.
4. Move
Things we need to do in the new house:
1. Clean up all the drywall dust.
2. Buy mirrors and light fixtures.
3. Paint the kids' rooms.
4. Finish the basement.
5. Move in.
We need a miracle. And lots and lots of liquor.
Stuff Packed And/Or Moved This Weekend: Nada. Zip.
Steve and I couldn't bring ourselves to actually do anything productive this weekend. Anything. Everytime I think about what needs to be done both here and the new house, I start to panic. So unless a teleportation device is created and made affordable in the next ten days, we're screwed.
Things we need to do in our current house:
1. Pack
2. Move the in-law's furniture into their garage.
3. Call a moving company.
4. Move
Things we need to do in the new house:
1. Clean up all the drywall dust.
2. Buy mirrors and light fixtures.
3. Paint the kids' rooms.
4. Finish the basement.
5. Move in.
We need a miracle. And lots and lots of liquor.
February 27, 2006
Holy shit you guys! We have been spending some time de-cluttering around here to try to get the house ready to go on the market. I cannot believe how much stuff I had crammed in the tiny 10x10 spare bedroom. I think it filled up the entire bed of the pickup truck my brother-in-law borrowed. And fiber? Good lord people, I have a sickness, and it has to stop. I have roughly 3 pounds of undyed wool, and if I guesstimate, I would say at LEAST three times that in dyed unspun roving. Horde much? Steve took probably 80% of the girls' toys to the new house, and you know what? They barely noticed.
All the Christmas decorations went over there, as well as more VHS tapes than I care to admit we have (three 18-gallon bins full). You know, I'm more than a little horrified that we have so much stuff. Don't get me started with clothes. Apparently, we never get rid of any. Steve made the analogy that the laundry is like airplanes (stick with me here). Just as you cannot have all the planes in the sky at one time, you cannot have every stitch of clothing clean at one time, because when that happens? We run out of room in the dressers and closets.
For those of you that haven't heard from me in a while, that's what I've been up to. Busting my ass trying to wade through much of our possessions, packing up some, organizing others, pitching the rest. And today, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to continue to lay low. I'm thinking of playing the Sims 2 for a while. I can spend nearly a whole day designing a house, while not obsessing my hypochondriac little mind, thinking I gave myself food poisoning from dinner last night.
All the Christmas decorations went over there, as well as more VHS tapes than I care to admit we have (three 18-gallon bins full). You know, I'm more than a little horrified that we have so much stuff. Don't get me started with clothes. Apparently, we never get rid of any. Steve made the analogy that the laundry is like airplanes (stick with me here). Just as you cannot have all the planes in the sky at one time, you cannot have every stitch of clothing clean at one time, because when that happens? We run out of room in the dressers and closets.
For those of you that haven't heard from me in a while, that's what I've been up to. Busting my ass trying to wade through much of our possessions, packing up some, organizing others, pitching the rest. And today, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to continue to lay low. I'm thinking of playing the Sims 2 for a while. I can spend nearly a whole day designing a house, while not obsessing my hypochondriac little mind, thinking I gave myself food poisoning from dinner last night.
February 21, 2006
Ok, so I'm legal again. After pissing off everyone waiting in the DMV while I got preferential treatment (don't I feel special), I finally got my license renewed.
Even better, I have a new picture which is much better than the old one. As these people could tell you, my old picture made me look like I recently escaped from the women's prison. In fact, last time I saw Wad, he threatened to "lose" it for me so I could get a new one with a new picture.
Even better, I have a new picture which is much better than the old one. As these people could tell you, my old picture made me look like I recently escaped from the women's prison. In fact, last time I saw Wad, he threatened to "lose" it for me so I could get a new one with a new picture.
February 10, 2006
While I was digging out my Starbucks card to pay for my latte this morning, I happened to glance down at my driver's license. Whoops, it expired on my birthday....a week ago.
Well, no problemo, the DMV is across the street, I'll just pop over there and renew. After waiting for 45 minutes, my number is finally called and I go up to the counter. Apparently, the state I've lived in my entire life feels the need to verify my social security number, can they see my card please.
Uh, no, I never replaced it from when I lost my wallet a year or so ago. I'm told to go to the social security office. Just to cover all bases, I grab my birth certificate, my passport and anything else I can find. I go back to the happy friendly DMV and I'm told, no dice, they need the actual card.
Ok, fine. I go to the social security office because I have nothing but time and unlimited gasoline to burn (*sniff sniff* was that sarcasm?). I fill out the requisite paperwork and wait, again.
My number is called and I'm told it will be around two weeks before I get my social security card. There is no way to speed up the process.
So for those of you who want to know if I have a wild side, guess what? I'm breaking the law, driving on an expired license until I can get the required paperwork to renew my license.
The worst part of all this? I seem to remember getting a form in the mail allowing me to renew either by mail or internet. It is nowhere to be found and if I had just renewed when I had recieved this, I wouldn't have to jump through all these hoops.
And if you are keeping score, the albuterol/orapred rage has kicked in for Becca and I got a call from her preschool saying school was cancelled today. Apparently the entire school has the flu. You have to admire the consideration they show by cancelling.
Let's hope I don't get pulled over in the next two weeks or so. I don't feel like trying to explain this all over again.
Well, no problemo, the DMV is across the street, I'll just pop over there and renew. After waiting for 45 minutes, my number is finally called and I go up to the counter. Apparently, the state I've lived in my entire life feels the need to verify my social security number, can they see my card please.
Uh, no, I never replaced it from when I lost my wallet a year or so ago. I'm told to go to the social security office. Just to cover all bases, I grab my birth certificate, my passport and anything else I can find. I go back to the happy friendly DMV and I'm told, no dice, they need the actual card.
Ok, fine. I go to the social security office because I have nothing but time and unlimited gasoline to burn (*sniff sniff* was that sarcasm?). I fill out the requisite paperwork and wait, again.
My number is called and I'm told it will be around two weeks before I get my social security card. There is no way to speed up the process.
So for those of you who want to know if I have a wild side, guess what? I'm breaking the law, driving on an expired license until I can get the required paperwork to renew my license.
The worst part of all this? I seem to remember getting a form in the mail allowing me to renew either by mail or internet. It is nowhere to be found and if I had just renewed when I had recieved this, I wouldn't have to jump through all these hoops.
And if you are keeping score, the albuterol/orapred rage has kicked in for Becca and I got a call from her preschool saying school was cancelled today. Apparently the entire school has the flu. You have to admire the consideration they show by cancelling.
Let's hope I don't get pulled over in the next two weeks or so. I don't feel like trying to explain this all over again.
October 05, 2005
By the time the A/C guy came to check out our system, it was 86 degrees in the house. And Hu. Mid.
Since both our A/C and furnace are original to the house we are getting them both replaced at the same time. Apparently there is some government regulation thing that will be going into effect next year that would add over $1000 to the total of what I am spending currently (as if a 64% increase in natural gas prices isn't enough).
He threw around terms like 100,000 BTU, 10 Seer, but I can't remember details. I think I may have blacked out when he told me that the total would be $4000.
It was, however, cooler on the floor.
Since both our A/C and furnace are original to the house we are getting them both replaced at the same time. Apparently there is some government regulation thing that will be going into effect next year that would add over $1000 to the total of what I am spending currently (as if a 64% increase in natural gas prices isn't enough).
He threw around terms like 100,000 BTU, 10 Seer, but I can't remember details. I think I may have blacked out when he told me that the total would be $4000.
It was, however, cooler on the floor.
June 30, 2005
Sister-in-law and kids coming in couple hours.
House looks like bomb exploded.
I haven't showered in2 3 days (ick).
Have yet to make coffee.
Probably won't be back online until tonight or tomorrow.
House looks like bomb exploded.
I haven't showered in
Have yet to make coffee.
Probably won't be back online until tonight or tomorrow.
June 26, 2005
I finally got around to cleaning the basement Toy Bomb Testing Area today. I was motivated by Amvets, they are coming on Friday. We have some toys to take to Grandma's house (she's woefully lacking in toys for the kids) and have an entire Little Tykes Toybox full of toys to be donated, not to mention SIX bags of garbage. Good lord I had no idea how bad it was down there. Now you can walk without stepping on legos or a naked Barbie. There are still about 100 stuffed animals too many, but we made a lot of progress by getting rid of what we did.
Anyone wanna place bets on how long the organization lasts? Hours? Days?
Anyone wanna place bets on how long the organization lasts? Hours? Days?
June 22, 2005
But not like last time. This time because I managed to spend $1100 without even trying.
How?
I thought you'd never ask. Here's how to do it in 26 easy steps:
1. Locking the house at night, hit the garage door button, close and lock the inside door to the garage and go to bed.
2. Wake up the next morning and when preparing to leave, notice the garage door is open.
3. Realize it's been open all night.
4. Drive kids to day camp, press garage door opener/closer as I'm leaving, watch door start going down.
5. Come home after chauffering duties to notice garage door is open.
6. Admonish youself for being an airhead and forgetting to close the garage door.
7. Go to pick up youngest daughter, press garage door opener/closer. Watch it go halfway down, stop, and reverse direction.
8. Get out of car and use extensive knowledge of garage door technology to notice broom handle in the path of the garage door.
9. Move broom.
10. Press garage door opener/closer and drive away.
11. Come home to open garage door.
12. Admonish self for being total dipshit and be thankful nothing was stolen.
13. Go to enter house, press garage door opener/closer.
14. Watch door go halfway down, start bowing, stop and reverse direction.
15. Apply vast garage door technology knowledge and repeat step #14. Twice.
16. Grab phone and go into garage. Look at sticker for repair company and dial numbers.
17. Agree on an appointment time.
18. 5 minutes until the end of the window, repairman arrives.
19. He tells you that you own, quite possibly, the cheapest most flimsy garage door ever (1990 model POS), and it's not worth it to repair.
20. You are told your only option is replacement.
21. And while you are at it, you might as well upgrade to a double steel wall insulated model.
22. Agree at a price of $1100 for delivery and installation.
23. Write deposit check.
24. Have garage door guy tell you he'll show you how to operate the door manually.
25. Garage door guy leaves without showing you how to operate the door manually.
26. Wait until Friday for installation.
How?
I thought you'd never ask. Here's how to do it in 26 easy steps:
1. Locking the house at night, hit the garage door button, close and lock the inside door to the garage and go to bed.
2. Wake up the next morning and when preparing to leave, notice the garage door is open.
3. Realize it's been open all night.
4. Drive kids to day camp, press garage door opener/closer as I'm leaving, watch door start going down.
5. Come home after chauffering duties to notice garage door is open.
6. Admonish youself for being an airhead and forgetting to close the garage door.
7. Go to pick up youngest daughter, press garage door opener/closer. Watch it go halfway down, stop, and reverse direction.
8. Get out of car and use extensive knowledge of garage door technology to notice broom handle in the path of the garage door.
9. Move broom.
10. Press garage door opener/closer and drive away.
11. Come home to open garage door.
12. Admonish self for being total dipshit and be thankful nothing was stolen.
13. Go to enter house, press garage door opener/closer.
14. Watch door go halfway down, start bowing, stop and reverse direction.
15. Apply vast garage door technology knowledge and repeat step #14. Twice.
16. Grab phone and go into garage. Look at sticker for repair company and dial numbers.
17. Agree on an appointment time.
18. 5 minutes until the end of the window, repairman arrives.
19. He tells you that you own, quite possibly, the cheapest most flimsy garage door ever (1990 model POS), and it's not worth it to repair.
20. You are told your only option is replacement.
21. And while you are at it, you might as well upgrade to a double steel wall insulated model.
22. Agree at a price of $1100 for delivery and installation.
23. Write deposit check.
24. Have garage door guy tell you he'll show you how to operate the door manually.
25. Garage door guy leaves without showing you how to operate the door manually.
26. Wait until Friday for installation.
