Monday, Monday! So good to me... Only Monday is not that good to me today. My computer got sick last night and had to go to computer hospital. Should have it back by tomorrow, if all goes well. So, in the meantime, I'm using Amazing Daughter's laptop. I didn't think it would be that much different from mine, but, I'm having my own set of problems. I would try to explain my problems, but that would cause you to shake your head in unbelief at my stupidity. I can hear my sweet daughter now. Looking at me with pathetic sympathy, ...(I can't find the quotation key....oh there it is...guess I should put on my glasses, see what I mean?) She would say, "Oh Mom, it's a good thing you're pretty..." It's the northern version of "Bless your heart".
SO, today is Project 52! Last week I was riddled with ADD, but, in spite of that, I did manage to cross off two projects.
#30 - My garden is in. Technically, my goal was to have a well thought-out plan, and a very organized garden. I did not plant in nice, straight rows. It may look more like a patchwork quilt when everything starts growing. It seemed like a good idea at the time to make some rows go lengthwise and some rows go widthwise. My FIL would roll over in his grave if he saw what I did to my poor garden.
Here's a little story about my FIL. Every year when the family gets together for Thanksgiving, the afternoon is spent playing Euchre tournaments. It's very serious business. I was always too intimidated to play, but I watched a lot, so I kind of knew how to play. One year, all the guys wanted to play some basketball before the Euchre tournaments began. Poor FIL was stuck with all the women. He finally resigned himself to play some Euchre with the women. He was unfortunate enough to have me as his partner. Things were going fairly well, we had a few points. We weren't getting slaughtered. I was starting to gain a little confidence. We played a few more rounds, when suddenly, he shook his head and said, 'Darlene, I just can't figure out your strategy!" I said, "That's because I don't have one!" He knew we were beat.
That's how I feel about my garden this year. No strategy. But, everything is planted, even though it's not quite in typical fashion.
And, #41 is crossed off. My kitchen is all nice and shiny clean. Note to self: Never EVER have white cupboards or white floor again! Never. White always looks so nice and fresh and clean. But, anything white should always come with a warning sign:"Do Not Be Fooled. White only looks good in magazines, because it's a 27/7 job to keep it looking fresh and clean. Don't be fooled." White is a nasty, nasty color.
Another project is for Hubby and I to get our passports. I now have the forms in my possession. Maybe in the next week or so, they will be filled out. Baby steps. We don't have a planned trip at the moment, so there's not a big rush.
Well, there you have my weekly report. I hope you are making headway with your list of goals.
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Monday, May 16, 2011
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Mystery of the Missing Dust Pan!
Sometimes, things come up missing. I don't know why. I don't know where they go. They just suddenly disappear. The only thing I am sure of, is that I am not responsible for the disappearance.
Case in point. Recently, I was in a very good cleaning mood. This doesn't happen very often, so I try to take advantage of it when it comes. I was busily cleaning each room, starting at one end of the house and working my way to the other side. The rooms are carpeted, but the hallways and kitchen are not. So, I vacuumed one room, then swept the hallway to the next room, working my way to the kitchen. However, by the time I got to the kitchen, I realized that my dust pan had disappeared. The little pile of dirt had been formed into a nice, neat little pile, just waiting to be swept up, but where was the dust pan?
I looked around the rooms I had previously been in. No luck. I asked Hubby if he had seen it. Of course not. I looked again in the clean rooms. Hmmmm. I checked the closet where it's supposed to be. Nope, not there. I walked all around the house, knowing I had not taken it to any of these rooms, but thought I'd better check anyway. Still nothing. Where in the world is that dumb dust pan? I finally had to resort to get the spare dust pan, which is kept in the basement.
The dust pan had disappeared and I had no clue where to look. So, I started looking in the most unlikely places. In the cupboards, in the fridge, in the dryer, praying to God that I would NOT find it in those places! Went back to the closet, nope, still not there. One day went by. No dust pan. Two days pass. It still hasn't shown up.
Finally, Hubby says, "Are you sure you didn't throw it away with the trash?" Of course, I did not throw it away. (And, for the record, Hubby was the one who was emptying the trash can. I remember that because he was complaining the he is the "only one" who ever empties the trash.)
So, day three comes along. The kiddos are here for supper, and I start telling the story of the lost dust pan. Hubby says, "I'll bet you threw it away. I'm going to check the trash bag." Naturally, when the ENTIRE FAMILY is around, in he walks holding the lost dust pan. I just love public humiliation!
I know I did not throw away the dust pan. My theory is that when Hubby was emptying the trash, the dust pan fell off the shelf, where I put it, and landed in the trash, unbeknownst to Hubby. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
Case in point. Recently, I was in a very good cleaning mood. This doesn't happen very often, so I try to take advantage of it when it comes. I was busily cleaning each room, starting at one end of the house and working my way to the other side. The rooms are carpeted, but the hallways and kitchen are not. So, I vacuumed one room, then swept the hallway to the next room, working my way to the kitchen. However, by the time I got to the kitchen, I realized that my dust pan had disappeared. The little pile of dirt had been formed into a nice, neat little pile, just waiting to be swept up, but where was the dust pan?
I looked around the rooms I had previously been in. No luck. I asked Hubby if he had seen it. Of course not. I looked again in the clean rooms. Hmmmm. I checked the closet where it's supposed to be. Nope, not there. I walked all around the house, knowing I had not taken it to any of these rooms, but thought I'd better check anyway. Still nothing. Where in the world is that dumb dust pan? I finally had to resort to get the spare dust pan, which is kept in the basement.
The dust pan had disappeared and I had no clue where to look. So, I started looking in the most unlikely places. In the cupboards, in the fridge, in the dryer, praying to God that I would NOT find it in those places! Went back to the closet, nope, still not there. One day went by. No dust pan. Two days pass. It still hasn't shown up.
Finally, Hubby says, "Are you sure you didn't throw it away with the trash?" Of course, I did not throw it away. (And, for the record, Hubby was the one who was emptying the trash can. I remember that because he was complaining the he is the "only one" who ever empties the trash.)
So, day three comes along. The kiddos are here for supper, and I start telling the story of the lost dust pan. Hubby says, "I'll bet you threw it away. I'm going to check the trash bag." Naturally, when the ENTIRE FAMILY is around, in he walks holding the lost dust pan. I just love public humiliation!
I know I did not throw away the dust pan. My theory is that when Hubby was emptying the trash, the dust pan fell off the shelf, where I put it, and landed in the trash, unbeknownst to Hubby. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
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