Apartment in Shambles
Today, I've decided to start a blog because all of the things that have happened to me over the summer are now over. I now get the chance to devote my time to finding a job, spending time with my husband and FINALLY finishing my apartment.
Why is it so important that I finish my apartment?
1. Because it's giving me the heebie-geebies.
2. I want to walk around in a pristine home.
3. I've got company coming at the end of September.
4. My husband deserves to walk in to a beautiful home after he puts in a hard day of work.
Why is it not done yet?
1. There. The virtual world www.there.com. I am an active part of that online community. I teach classes in Photoshop, I am the Assistant Dean at the University of There, I fly with the Hairier Legion Flight Team (yes I know that Harrier is misspelled, copyright issues in the virtual world) which is the equivalent of the Blue Angels, we're a precision flight team, and I was on the Fall 2005 Members Advisory Board (MAB) that ate six months of my life, including every single Thursday for 2 hours, and I just got done with Seven Weeks of the There Fashion Challenge (www.therefashionchallenge.com) . Between all of that, it is amazing I'm not divorced yet.
2. Until now, the mess has been so big that I haven't known where to start yet.
3. Laziness. My mother always said I needed to have a maid because I have not the dimmest, dullest notion of how to clean a house or keep it orderly.
So, I'm looking around at the apartment. OMG, what a freaking mess. I'd love to have my parents over someday!
First thing on my agenda is to finish my kitchen. I've been trying to get that done now for about 6 weeks. Everything has to be pulled from the shelves and re-organized because I'm 5'4, my darling husband is 6'4 and I'm tired of looking at him and asking pitifully, "Honey, can you reach something up high for me?" Whoever designed my apartment set it up so that you have to be a freaking 9 foot tall amazon to be an effective housewife.
Next is the living room. I have beautiful antiques and they are under a mess of clutter. I keep thinking that the chick from the Canadian HGTV show "Neat", in which she always comes in and says her favorite word, "Purge". OMG. SHE does not have my psycho mother-in-law who saw fit to put all of the crap that was in her basement into the U-Haul that my sweet father-in-law drove down from Montreal. PURGE? OMG...it's going to take 7 truckloads just to get out all of the horrid crap that she put into that truck along with our belongings. WTF am I supposed to do with the 3 foot long 70's wooden fork and spoon that she sent down? I have more stuff sitting in my apartment junking up the place than a poorly stocked gift shop that sells nothing but crap. PURGE? Oh that is just going to be my middle name for the next 5 weeks.
However, purging the stuff that my mother-in-law sent down is nothing compared with the pack-ratishness of my darling husband. My mother asked me why I had to marry a guy who is very similar in a lot of ways to my dad. They have two very unique qualities in common, the 20 minute dissertation and pack ratting. These guys hold on to stuff that they should have tossed out 10 years ago! Talking him into getting rid of old, outdated text books, obsolete technology, and piles of useless and worthless paperwork will be nothing short of negotiating peace in the middle east.
Then comes my office. Ok, well, I struck hard and heavy handed on that one already. I cleaned off my desk. HOLY GOD, was that 2 hours of just gross. I was on Skype with my friend Patti while I was doing it. She laughed a couple of times as she heard me utter OMG and gross more than a few times. Between getting the boxes unpacked that have been waiting for me to unpack them for more than a year now, and finally being able to move the furniture around, the day the office gets done will be a major victory in "The Battle of the Apartment".
But I'm off to dinner now.
After everything that has happened this summer...My husband deserves to get a little attention.
See you later!
Why is it so important that I finish my apartment?
1. Because it's giving me the heebie-geebies.
2. I want to walk around in a pristine home.
3. I've got company coming at the end of September.
4. My husband deserves to walk in to a beautiful home after he puts in a hard day of work.
Why is it not done yet?
1. There. The virtual world www.there.com. I am an active part of that online community. I teach classes in Photoshop, I am the Assistant Dean at the University of There, I fly with the Hairier Legion Flight Team (yes I know that Harrier is misspelled, copyright issues in the virtual world) which is the equivalent of the Blue Angels, we're a precision flight team, and I was on the Fall 2005 Members Advisory Board (MAB) that ate six months of my life, including every single Thursday for 2 hours, and I just got done with Seven Weeks of the There Fashion Challenge (www.therefashionchallenge.com) . Between all of that, it is amazing I'm not divorced yet.
2. Until now, the mess has been so big that I haven't known where to start yet.
3. Laziness. My mother always said I needed to have a maid because I have not the dimmest, dullest notion of how to clean a house or keep it orderly.
So, I'm looking around at the apartment. OMG, what a freaking mess. I'd love to have my parents over someday!
First thing on my agenda is to finish my kitchen. I've been trying to get that done now for about 6 weeks. Everything has to be pulled from the shelves and re-organized because I'm 5'4, my darling husband is 6'4 and I'm tired of looking at him and asking pitifully, "Honey, can you reach something up high for me?" Whoever designed my apartment set it up so that you have to be a freaking 9 foot tall amazon to be an effective housewife.
Next is the living room. I have beautiful antiques and they are under a mess of clutter. I keep thinking that the chick from the Canadian HGTV show "Neat", in which she always comes in and says her favorite word, "Purge". OMG. SHE does not have my psycho mother-in-law who saw fit to put all of the crap that was in her basement into the U-Haul that my sweet father-in-law drove down from Montreal. PURGE? OMG...it's going to take 7 truckloads just to get out all of the horrid crap that she put into that truck along with our belongings. WTF am I supposed to do with the 3 foot long 70's wooden fork and spoon that she sent down? I have more stuff sitting in my apartment junking up the place than a poorly stocked gift shop that sells nothing but crap. PURGE? Oh that is just going to be my middle name for the next 5 weeks.
However, purging the stuff that my mother-in-law sent down is nothing compared with the pack-ratishness of my darling husband. My mother asked me why I had to marry a guy who is very similar in a lot of ways to my dad. They have two very unique qualities in common, the 20 minute dissertation and pack ratting. These guys hold on to stuff that they should have tossed out 10 years ago! Talking him into getting rid of old, outdated text books, obsolete technology, and piles of useless and worthless paperwork will be nothing short of negotiating peace in the middle east.
Then comes my office. Ok, well, I struck hard and heavy handed on that one already. I cleaned off my desk. HOLY GOD, was that 2 hours of just gross. I was on Skype with my friend Patti while I was doing it. She laughed a couple of times as she heard me utter OMG and gross more than a few times. Between getting the boxes unpacked that have been waiting for me to unpack them for more than a year now, and finally being able to move the furniture around, the day the office gets done will be a major victory in "The Battle of the Apartment".
But I'm off to dinner now.
After everything that has happened this summer...My husband deserves to get a little attention.
See you later!
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