This week is winter break. I have a week free from teaching; a week of daytime flexibility (save for a few days I have to go onto campus for meetings). Additionally, I’ve somehow made it so that I am all caught up on reading/grading. So, what will I do with myself? I wonder. I need… Continue reading break
When I got back from visiting my mom this week, I had a big surprise waiting for me: B replaced our countertops, tore out some ugly grey plastic (!) backsplash tile and hung drywall and painted, and installed a new range hood. Now my kitchen is puurrty.
Posts and pictures like this and this make a long-buried, Donna-Reid urge surface from the reptillian depths of my brain. I want a clean house. I want organization. I LOVE neat stacks and lines. I thrive amidst that which is tidy and findable. How can I want this so badly and still not be able… Continue reading its. not. fair.
I got an email from B today–he broke down this morning and turned on the heat. So, I was curious and I looked into my archives to see when we turned it on last year (love that! blog as keeping track of my own life!!) and as it turns out, we lasted for exactly the… Continue reading we didn’t break our record
Spent the weekend knocking out, sweeping, and bagging old plaster from the second floor. Now we’re working on hanging drywall, which is onerous work. We had all the windows open, fans going, and surgeon’s masks. I still felt like with every breath I was sucking in lungsful of smokey plaster dust. *** Derek has done… Continue reading plaster cigarette, Derek’s magic, big toe misery, gelatinous ping-pong balls
As Girl Scout Cookie time is upon us, I thought it would be apropos for me to offer Joshua’s protocol on how to get the most enjoyment out of a Thin Mint. 1. Let the Guardian of Cookies know that you would like one. This is best accomplished by squawking “NA! NA! NA!” and jutting… Continue reading to properly enjoy a thin mint
OK. I know that I gripe a lot about what a pig sty my house is, and how I have not the fraction of time I would need to get it clean. I have a confession. The problem is that I don’t have the time to make it as clean as I *want.* Today, I… Continue reading ocd