Showing posts with label spring cleaning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spring cleaning. Show all posts

Monday, March 22, 2010

Sprung Has Spring

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Oh lovely day. It was ridiculous on Sunday! We've been dreading the work that has to be done in the yard after this winter, but the nothing could stop us from suiting up, or down, and jumping off the front porch in this lovely weather. Of course today it's raining and chilly, so I guess it'll make us appreciate yesterday that much more.

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Things of spring, like spring cleaning... we finally got all the Christmas stuff out of the back room and into the shed, now that I've sold my CD shelves, there's finally room. But now there's boxes of CDs in the house. It's a win/lose situation. But at least it feels progressive. Wreaths & snowmen & mangers & tree skirts & light strands gone til next year. Or later this year.

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And animals! Birds chirping everywhere. A moment of the day was spent listening to the bird calls go back and forth and pretending we understood. Those birds say some crazy shit. The cats are out and L'Schtuppe found a frog. We giddily watched her chase the hippity-hopper across the front yard and then shrieked in horror as she munched off one of his legs. Whoops.

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And BBQ! You know this pregnant woman couldn't wait to crack open that treasure trunk, sealed in frozen abandon all winter, just staring at us from the back porch wondering what on Earth we could be eating all this time. We cracked it open and it was as glad to see us as we were it. Laura had pork steak on the thaw, as if she'd been planning this moment for years now. She chopped up some potatoes into wedges and cooked up some corn. What a meal for a spring celebrate! Then she did this...

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We're not even halfway.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Still Snow So Slow Going

I'm home and in slippers. My body's weary. I'd like to remove my parts and soak them in alternating hot & cold water for the rest of the day, leaving my torso to just flop about in bed while I scan between sports and awful weekend daytime movies. Rough week. Next week will probably be more of the same, and I've gotta drive to Lancaster tomorrow to teach all day. Looking forward to next weekend where the wife & I officially have an off weekend. Starting around noon on Saturday that is.

Best part about this weekend was someone got a hold of the satellite radio and locked it on the 80's station. Man I miss that stuff! I forgot how good some of those songs were, even the bad ones, and I've vowed to bombard my iTunes library with everything 80's. When this will happen? Who knows. But I started keeping a list of good tunes in my back pocket during work so I wouldn't forget any. This list includes, but is not limited to:
  • Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up
  • Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams
  • Mr. Mister - Kyrie
  • Cyndi Lauper - She Bop
  • Real Life - Send Me An Angel
  • Steve Miller Band - Abracadabra
  • Kim Wilde - Kids In America
  • Billy Ocean - Caribbean Queen
  • Naked Eyes - Always Something There To Remind Me
  • Matthew Wilder - Break My Stride
  • Terence Trent D'Arby - Wishing Well
  • Huey Lewis & The News - If This Is It
Weird list.. hmm

She's finally starting to look pregnant. I took a random photo last night and on second glimpse I saw a protruding baby bump. I'd put it up here but it's NSFW. Instead here's a large photo of me yawning shortly after I discovered the baby bump, because despite the excitement, it was time for bed.

Today will be about working on the computer, catching up with bills, doing the laundry, washing the dishes, cleaning the bedroom, bagging up all the garbage... this place is unsightly! Winter's end does that to you I think. You look at the dirty clothes on the bedroom floor or the dishes piling up in the sink and you think "Oh but it's so warm under this blanket". So there they sit. But the snow is melting and the cats are scratching at the windows so it's that time. I think they call it "spring cleaning". But while there's still snow on the ground, I ain't in no hurry.