Monday, March 3, 2008

Fun and Productivity

Friday night, hubs and I went to a Wii party. Couples only. No kiddos. We got to act like kids. As if we needed the excuse.

I've missed playing the Wii. Guess I forgot to tell you that we had to send ours in for repair. One day, I caught Boy trying to stick something into the console. Then it wouldn't accept a disc. I came to the conclusion that what he was trying to do was stick Thing #2 into the console. There is no way to see inside. I attempted to take it apart to take a peek...but Nintendo did a good job of making that impossible. Have you ever seen a 3-pronged screwdriver? No? Me neither. We sent the console to Nintendo and they fixed it. For free. The invoice says that they replaced the disc driver. Maybe the little boogar didn't stick something in it after all.

After having a great time at the party, and being reminded of just how much fun the Wii can be, we've finally gotten ours back out. That Ella...she's a master bowler. Does it all by herself. And quite often, she bowls strikes. And boy does she get tickled.

Saturday morning, I got up at 6:15 to go jogging. It is getting easier...so I pushed myself a little further. I don't want to tell you how long it took me to go how far because you might just think I'm a sissy runner...but at least I made myself go further this time...and maybe soon I'll work up to running another full lap.

When I finished my run, the kids were still snoozing (maybe because I may have let them stay up until *cough* 11 p.m. *cough* watching a movie Friday night) so I decided to tackle a project. The beast that was the garage. We once had our house on the market. We had cleaned out a bunch of stuff and gotten a storage unit. When we took our house off the market, we decided we didn't want to pay for the storage anymore. We brought all our junk stuff home and stuck it in the garage. Stuff seemed to breed more stuff. We looked like Sanford & Son in the garage. Seriously, embarassing. We just might be putting our house on the market again really soon...so I decided to give myself the job of reorganizing the beast. And guess what? I was done before 9 AM! That's right. I purged. I moved. I stacked. I swept. I rocked it out! I'm very proud of the results...and I do solemnly swear to not 'junk-up' my garage again.

I was so ramped up that I then started on the attic. Granted, the attic was not as bad. We had cleaned it out a year ago. I even numbered and cataloged the tubs'o'stuff we have up there. It really wasn't terrible, just needed a good organizing. You know, stuff gets moved to get to other stuff, and that stuff isn't put back where it was, yada, yada, yada. Potential buyers are going to say 'These folks have tons of stuff, but they're neat about it'. Who could ask for more? Well, I will be asking them to sign on the dotted line...

I have one more load of stuff to donate...and then...we're all cleaned out!! Nothing like a good cleansing. (insert colon joke of choice here)

I also got the flower beds re-mulched. And no. There's not a thing growing in said flower beds. I have the opposite of a green thumb. What would that be? There would be bad jokes if I said 'brown thumb'. I think I'll go with 'death thumb'. Yes, that's it. I have a death thumb. I can kill any plant you give me. I do not plant flowers. I do not give them enough attention. I don't talk to them. I don't feed them Miracle Grow. They are just little things on the back burner of life. Sad, I know. I do love flowers...DO.NOT.SEND.ME.HATE.MAIL. I just don't take care of them. I like to think it's just 'cuz my kids are more important. Feed the kids? Feed the flowers? Ok, kids it is.
As you can see, it was a busy weekend. If we're going to list the house, we want to do it this month, maybe this week. We have a to-do list and we've been checking things off. Only a few things left to do.

Like stick a sign in the yard.

Then we'll be waiting.

8 comments:

Laura M said...

well where are you going to go?

Brittany said...

Ugh. I have a death thumb, too. I can't keep a flower for the life of me. And it's just not fun to water the weeds. you know? haha. I think I might try some sort of garden, this year, (I mean we have lived in this house for 3 years) but we'll see if that ever happens. oh well! :)

Lorrie said...

I'm sooo impressed. What vitamins are you taking. It sounds like you had the energy of Hammy, you know, the squirell in Over the Hedge. I need some of that.
The weather we had this weekend was perfect for spring cleaning. Hats off to you for getting so much done. It takes me two days to mulch around here. But, then again, I'm usually the lone mulcher, weed puller, ect. Thsi past year I discovered the weed and grass killer from co-op. It has become my very best buddy. I have also discovered if you put two layers of news paper down under your mulch it kills the preexisting weeds and keeps new ones from coming out during the summer. Can you tell I enjoy working in the yard. I'll stop now. Glad your Wii is alright!
L-

Kelli said...

You ROCK. Please come over to my house and clean my garage and do my to do list so we can list our old house! and why your at it, feed my kids. hehe.

Are You Serious! said...

♥ I think they call that a black thumb? :) Me too. I'm not good at it so Joe does it. My dafodils are starting to come up! I love how pretty they are!

Heather said...

b and am very grateful taht we still have snow and no concerns about the garden yet.

Annette said...

I have an indoor death thumb. I lOVE plants and flowers, and have bought plenty of indoor ones to adorn my happy home. Alas, after the first week, I forget to water. When I remember, I overwater, essentially drowning the poor plant. I've resigned myself to the plant variety of the silk kind. Outdoors, however, is a different story because a little rain seems to do wonders!

The Boyds Family said...

Okay - now that you've finished all that why don't you come over here and help me out with mine....Maybe one day my house will be clean enough for me to do that meme that you tagged me for...HA!

Good job!! Talk to you soon.