If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work? Housekeeping, hands down. I just don’t have the energy for it anymore. I haven’t always been a good housekeeper to begin with, and since my health has taken that nosedive a couple of years ago, well, let’s just say that my house isn’t the cleanest it could be. Okay, it’s not horrible, but there are cobwebs in the corners, and with three dogs and a cat, the fur does tend to creep in to the cracks and crevices fairly quickly. I would love to have someone come in once a month and just… clean. They wouldn’t even have much to do because it’s just the two of us and we don’t make much of a mess, but yeah, someone to clean would be awesome. To that end, Doug and I bought our holiday gift early (because it was on sale!) and got ourselves a handy dandy vacuuming robot. It’s called a bObsweep and so far, it’s been doing a decent job at cleaning all of the stuff that’s been building in the carpet because I haven’t been able to keep up with the vacuuming. Of course, it has a tiny bin so we have to empty it every time it runs, but what do you want from a small vacuum? You’ve gotta empty it. The pets haven’t freaked out about it, and that’s a good thing. The little dogs just go up on the couch, and Brandy after watching it intently to make sure it’s not a danger to the household, simply stays out of its way. Mister (the cat) wants nothing to do with it, and hides in the bedroom until it’s finished.
If you were to move and your home came fully furnished with everything you ever wanted, list at least three things from your old house you wish to retain? So, I’m assuming electronics are included in the package so I wouldn’t need to bring my computer with me? Because if not, then I’d totally bring my computer with me. If they are, then I’d bring a hard drive with the stuff on my computer with me. Because I’d hate to have to start over. I would start over, but I’d hate to have to.
I’d also bring my books, the old ones that are difficult to find nowadays. I don’t care very much about the paperbacks or many of the cookbooks, but I have books from the 1800’s and before that if they were lost, well, they’re gone, and there ain’t no way to get them back. They’re not valuable or anything, I got most of them at thrift stores or on eBay for less than $10, but they are irreplaceable because ain’t no one printin’ them anymore. You know? So I’d bring those.
I guess the last thing I’d bring is all of the crafting supplies (that’s one thing, right?) including the yarn. Like the books I have, most of the yarn I have isn’t sold anymore. Much of it is salvaged from old sweaters, so if it’s lost, well, it’s gone. And, like the books, the yarn stash is not valuable, but it is irreplaceable. I mean, I can always get more yarn from different sweaters, but I put a lot of work into getting this yarn. I have plans for it. Plans I will implement… someday! I will! No, seriously, I’m working through my stash as we speak, but it’s a fair sized stash. It’ll take some time. The shawl I’m working on now took me nearly a month to finish, and I’m just getting to the end of it. I still have to figure out what I’m going to finish it with. Like, should I put fringe on it? What color if I do? And once I’m done with it, I need to consider what to do with it. Like I have three shawls already, and I’m not a salesperson. I don’t want to sell sh–tuff. But I just put a month’s worth of work into this thing and I also don’t want to let it sit in a closet forever either. It’s a conundrum.
What calms you down? It totally depends on what got me worked up in the first place. But mostly, if I take a step back and breathe, that does the trick. My temper is like match, quick to light, burns hot, and quick to go out. I don’t stay mad for long. Life is way too short for me to be angry at anything for very long. That doesn’t mean I won’t get upset about the same thing again if it wanders through my brain a second (third, fourth, &c..) time, but as with the first time, my ire will be short lived. Like, “Oh my god, I can’t believe so-and-so did that!” grrr. grrr. Repress the urge to throw things and punch walls. Society frowns on such actions. Okay, deep breath. Deeeep breath. I’m good. Twenty minutes later. “Can you believe what’s-her-face said that to me???” grrr. grrr. Okay, deep breath. Not my circus, not my monkeys. It’s okay. Two days later. “I’m still a little angry about whosamacallit’s temerity. But whatever, it’s done now.” And that’s it.
What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
So my friend Embeecee over at sparksfromacombustiblemind has been doing a Photoshop thingy this past week (go over there and see her stuff for yourself, it’s pretty good). That inspired me to dust off my Photoshop program and do some things myself. I can’t afford the tutorial she’s doing, but hey, I’ll putter through on my own. ^_^ Here’s a thing I did. It’s just a saying I picked up off of teh interwebs with some filters. The original picture you can see in my header (It’s a screenshot from one of my Skyrim games), but it was a fun foray into Photoshop after a little time away. 🙂
Via Cee’s Share Your World