.....and other random stuff......

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

I’ve Decided My Lousy Housekeeping Is a Public Service

Here’s my thinking……if I keep a perfect (ahem) house, dust free and orderly, then anyone who comes over is going to feel bad that THEIR house can’t live up to my high standards! They will fall into a deep depression because of my pristine housekeeping. Therefore, if I DON’T dust and I DON’T put things in their proper places….THEN whenever anyone visits they are going to feel SO superior by comparison they’ll be floating on cloud nine for DAYS….. maybe even WEEKS!
You’re welcome!  

Monday, November 20, 2017

Punny Monday

   I discovered I scream the same way whether I’m about to be devoured by a great white shark or if a piece of seaweed touches my foot.
(footnote:I'm running out of good puns so I've decided to switch to PARAPROSDOKIANS.
PARAPROSDOKIANS (Winston Churchill loved them) are figures of speech in which the latter part of a sentence or phrase is surprising or unexpected; frequently humorous.)

Friday, November 17, 2017

Taa Daa It's Finally Done

....well, except for the area rug......which, for the life of me, I can't decide on....
This is looking from the foyer into the laundry room.


This is looking from the garage into the laundry room (it was easier to take the 'panorama' shot from this angle.)


And THIS is the reason for the whole re-do. I wanted a broom closet to keep the vacuum cleaner in. It's a 30" cabinet....add that to the width of the machines and you don't have enough room for the sink cabinet.....BUT....with the weird little 'wedge' of empty space behind the machines and Husband's amazing abilities he made it work! He placed the machines at an angle that allowed him to fit the sink base between them and the broom closet (with a bit of customizing.)  
There is more storage space than I have 'stuff'! But storage is always at a premium so thinking ahead about re-sale value we thought it was a good idea to use all the space we had and put cabinets up to the ceiling. I need the step stool to reach them but storage is storage and I've only put things that we hardly ever need or look for up there.  
And this is the little step stool I bought at Ikea (in the children's section) so I can actually see the settings on the dryer! 
Once I can make up my mind about a rug it will be officially DONE! 
But for now I just wander in there to admire it's gloriousness.....and occasionally do a load of laundry! 

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Thoughts on a Thursday

Somewhere between the comfort of a routine and the misery of a rut lies contentment.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

It’s No Longer the World I’m Used To

Don’t worry, I’m not going to get all preachy or political (not that I couldn’t but we’ll leave that for cooler heads.) No, the story I’m going to relate is sort of the way I feel the world is spinning out of control…….and it’s sad.

As I was running errands the other day I noticed a young mother and her two little girls. We were at the library and we checked out at the same time but at different kiosks. As I walked to my car they were behind me, the little girls were telling their mom about their school day. 

I got into my car, they got into theirs. I drove off to my next errand. 

As I was walking into the supermarket noticed I was behind the same mom and little girls. I didn’t say anything……..at first….but when we all turned down the same aisle I laughed and said to them, “We have to stop meeting like this!” And I continued saying, “I was just at the library and noticed you and now here we are again!” because apparently she didn’t understand why I was making the joke…….

The look on the mom’s face was complete horror as she grabbed the girl’s hands tighter and literally dragged them down the aisle as one of them tried to reach for something on the shelf. The girls were trying to turn around and look at me as their mother kept yanking their arms to get them away from me! 


I don’t THINK I look like anyone to be afraid of.......but I guess in this day and age everyone, even gray haired old ladies, aren’t to be trusted…..and isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard.