#honorhim

Lets start out by saying that I'm not the best housekeeper in the world.  Okay?  Are you all okay with that?  Because it's just fact.  I'm well aware that it is something that could be changed or worked on, as it's mostly habit, but it's just not ever something I worked on much.  Also for the record, I'd like to state that Handsome knew this going in.  I'm sure, when we were dating, I usually had my room clean when he came over (don't worry, we only hung out in there with the door open, and usually the company of my lil' bro.), but at the same time, it was obviously only a surface clean.  

We're talking there may have been cobwebs.  Judge me if it makes you feel better.

Anyhow, Handsome did not grow up in a house with the same laisse faire attitude towards housekeeping.  Handsome himself didn't do much of the work, but his mother worked tirelessly to make sure their home was clean and spotless.  And we're talking deep clean, take a toothbrush to the grout lines, clean.  But since his attitude about it all was pretty lackadaisical (aren't you just loving my words today?!), I thought we made a nice pair.

Then H got old.  Or hit his head.  Or was abducted by aliens.  Either way, about 6 months or more ago, he came home and started telling me all the ways that the current state of the house was not up to par.  He may have even started with "You know what your worst failing is as a wife?"

Spring Cleaning

I cleaned my house yesterday.  Like, really cleaned it.  I'm not going to say that I really really cleaned it, because there was no baseboard scrubbing involved.  There was sweeping, dusting, spraying and washing, though!

In fact, my home smells like Lavender, Vanilla, and Comfort.
Pretty impressive, to even smell like comfort

I even cleaned up my sewing room.  At least, a little bit.  Okay, I vacuumed.  Part of the room.  The door.

I think I must have caught the bug, because today I started right into cleaning up this space here.  Obviously, if you're looking at this, things are moved around some.  So I'll give you a little overview of how things have changed, so we're not all confused around here!

Let's go down the left side, then the right.  On the left (<----) we've got the "talk to me" button, which is a picture of my face & Handsome's.  That's where you can send a message that isn't public like a comment.  Then we've got two little buttons, in case you want to hook up with me on Pinterest or Twitter.  I pin a lot, and tweet seldom, just so you know what you're getting into.  And finally, there's a whole mess of labels.  That's going to be cleaned up, but for now, if you want a blog with a specific label, just click on the label and see the list!

Now on the right (--->), if you want to get blog posts by email, there's a spot to enter your email address.  It won't get stolen or released to telemarketers, unless money gets really tight.  If you want to search for something, either on this blog or blogs I link to, that's also right over there, near the top.  Then we've got a load of cuteness itself in the form of my etsy store link, then blog archives and Google Friend Connect (that I hear doesn't work anymore, so that may change in the future, as well).  Finally, top viewed posts rounds out the right side.

And that list of a bajillion blogs that I love and visit?  Don't worry, it's not gone, its down at the bottom (\|/) of the page!  That way, if you want to see more than 5, you can click on "see more" for all of them, and have a full view without a page that is waaaay too long.

And that's where we stand.  One or two things may change.  But my deep seated affection for you will not.  Thanks for dropping by, and thanks for your comments that make me smile and feel connected!  It's been a little over a solid year that I've been sharing my adventures with you, and I've truly enjoyed it.  I've also not learned the proper way to spell truly (I do the true-ly every time!).

Enjoying a good thing,

TFW

Tree Trimming

I'm sure there's a reason.  There has to be.  I know there is some logical explanation why I've never seen anyone else do this.  But sure as you're born, I know something else; I'll always do it this way.  I mean, why not use a handsaw to remove your Christmas lights from your tree?  There's definitely something to be said for a clear line of sight.

Success.

Doing old things in new ways,

TFW

Why you don't Pre-write

Earlier today, I wrote this post, but didn't have the time to put it up:

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Please don’t come visit.

Normally, I’m all for having people come over to my house.  I love to be around friends and family, and if I don’t even have to leave my cozy cocoon of a home, all the better.  There’s just something comforting to me about knowing I could go change into sweatpants any time I want, and that I know we have Heinz ketchup and where in the door of the refrigerator to find it.

However, I need to ask something of you.  For the immediately foreseeable future, please don’t come visit me; I’ll visit you.  This is not a brush-off, but really, its not you, its me.  There’s an odor in my house, coming from an indistinguishable source, and full of power.  Seriously, I don’t know where it’s coming from.

It occurs to me that, in light of recent posts and now this mystery stink, no one may want to come visit me anyhow.  But trust me, we cleaned the house this weekend; the whole house.  Like, vacuumed, wiped, washed everything.  Heck, I even invited Mr. Clean to join me in the great refrigerator round-up of ’11.  

There are some fruit rinds in the garbage can, which I’m going to take out here in a minute, and then, everything will be perfectly clean. Once that happens, I’m going to open the windows, turn on the ceiling fans, and light some candles.  Then I might look at my dog and shout, “Lets flush this baby out!  Yeah!”  I might not, but it’s more than likely going to happen.  Probably going to throw a fist pump or two as well.  And then I’ll bow my head and say a quick “please Jesus, make the nasty odor go away,” more out of a goal of praying without ceasing than a hope for a super-natural house cleaning.

Not that I don’t believe God could clean my house with a snap of His fingers, or bring a sweet wind through the place to clear the air; I’m totally on board with God doing anything He desires.  Its just I don’t think He’s aiming to do it all showy like that.  Not that I’m trying to tell him what to do, either.  I’m just sayin’.  If the unexpected happens, I’ll be sure to share it with you.

I’m really not sure why I’m sharing this, other than I like to type, and its better that words come out of it, than just kdowe3jfkndaluf.  I would like to note that I have found that Febreeze and Glade really are a lot more proficient at eliminating air odors than your ordinary run-of-the-mill scenty froo-froo deal.  In case you were wondering.

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And now, what am I doing, but preparing my house for an overnight guest.  Mystery smell is lingering, but I've put quite a hurting on it.  Tomorrow, maybe I'll pre-write a post about how no one leaves me $1 million anymore.  Its worth a shot, right?

Ridiculous,

TFW