Merry Maids

You may have noticed me on your carton of 2% recently...'cause I have been missing! I have been so swamped that I haven't had time to write about anything. Not to mention, my life just isn't that exciting. (I am not sure how some people do it--and keep others entertained) I am still shredding--but not as much, and I will admit...I miss it. My life has been so chaotic as of late that I simply can not get myself up at 4:30 in the morning to jump around after 5 hours of sleep. I am just exhausted. Why? You ask...well, let me tell you.


We decided to put our house up for sell and have been cleaning everything out in order to make it presentable. On the surface, most things looked presentable...but lurking beneath the surface is the most horrendous of rodents...the packrat. Not something that you want to have around when you are attempting to sell, if you catch my drift.


Here is the breakdown for the hubster and I. I am a spender...I buy items on sale (Target clearance and I have a special bond) in preparation for gifts for birthdays, graduations, holidays, getting-your-haircut-'cause-it's-Tuesday...you know, the special moments. This is all well and good...but then I would go stick them in a certain closet...never to see them again. This equates to a lot of money wasted that was all originally intended for good. I spent hours cleaning that closet out this weekend...and let me tell you...Goodwill will make a killing off of me and my poor spending habits. I took 2 loads to them already (and I bet there is at least one more). My only consolation is that I am helping someone else out. :)


The hubby is a packrat. I.mean.really. He hates to get rid of anything. He also is a list-maker. He makes a list everyday consisting of calls to make, people to see, things to do. This equates to lots of notebooks and scraps of paper. He hesitates to throw any of them away b/c he may not have finished the list. He also is much more sentimental about items. When cleaning out the attic last week, we ran across the box (oh yeah, he saves boxes in case we need to take anything back) for one of our kids baby walkers!! I will fill you in on the fact that the only baby we have around is almost 14 (and I don't think it was the walker for him!). After much arm twisting, hair pulling and begging (we're hands-on communicators)...he threw tons of boxes away-woohoo!! Now he is currently going through papers and burning them or tossing if they don't have personal information on them. Do you think that it is necessary to save a receipt from 1997? I don't either...but it has been a slow and arduous process to convince the Tim-meister. On a positive note, we did find the notebook that he wrote in on our wedding day (1987)...his list said things like; go tan (no preachin'!), take rose to Chris (that's ME), get married(like he would forget?!)While on the subject of our wedding...we came across our toasting glasses. He wanted to keep them, and I didn't. I didn't think that we would get much use out of two filthy glasses that say bride and groo(printing had rubbed off the 'm')...and Acacia firmly stated that she wouldn't use them (she'll be much smarter and use a pair that may actually work in her kitchen). So off they went to GW...my victories have been few--but mighty.

Off I go to tackle another project...while my legs begin to flab up again, my triceps wave hello-hello-hello...and my abs are expanding like one of those compact washclothes that grow when you add water. But that's ok...Jillian will be waiting on my return...and I'm sure she will let me know how very much she missed me...