Monday, June 25, 2012

Putting Order to the Chaos

Last Thursday, I created my very own CLEANING CALENDAR -- a little idea I discovered on Pinterest.  And while we're on the subject of Pinterest, can I just say it?  This will be the death of what little bit of productivity I have!  I can spend, literally, hours perusing the pages of that most amazing website.  I create plans, have desires and have an entire organized life dreamed up after I leave its virtual pages.  Meanwhile, the spiders have taken over my house and cobwebs are hanging everywhere ... and the dust!  Oh the dust!  It covers the smooth surfaces of my house like a gritty blanket.  But in my mind, my house is a palace of luxurious organization.

But back to the cleaning calendar.  I found a template that someone out there uses, and you know what?  It made sense to me! When I first started out on my own, I lived in a cute, little one bedroom apartment that, on a Saturday morning, I could have cleaned up in two hours. 

Fast forward 14 years and a semi-truck full of "stuff," and cleaning is a day or two project!  I am overwhelmed (or underwhelmed, depending on my mindset at the beginning of my cleaning mania) and want to do ANYTHING but clean, including hanging upside down by my toe nails!

This calendar seemed so do-able, but the schedule revolves on starting the whole process on a Monday.  And this was a Thursday that I created it ... and here is where the depth of my depravity sinks to new lows.  I decided to hold off on actually beginning the calendar until today, Monday, because it would, are you ready for this?  It would mess up the flow of the calendar!

I know.  I KNOW!!!  My mother is somewhere in Michigan attempting to work through my reasoning.  I get it.  I get that I am not quite right.  Trust me.  But this is the way I am wired, so I'm going with it, and the rest of the world is just going to have to deal with it.

So, today, I started the calendar, and I have to say, with the minor exception of me trying to do a bit more than the calendar requires for Monday (mainly, getting things picked up that have been laying around FOREVER), it was easily accomplished! 

My morning routine/duties are to ...
  • make beds
  • unload the dishwasher
  • do one load of laundry
  • wipe down all sinks in the bathrooms
  • Chore of the Day
My Chore of the Day is vacuuming, which is done. 

I feel sooooo accomplished too! 

The evening routine will be ...
  • do dishes
  • load the dishwasher
  • pick up baskets (??)
  • wipe down kitchen counters
  • spot clean/sweep kitchen floor
Now, I am not too sure what the PICK UP BASKETS means, so that translates into me taking the recycling down to the recycling receptacle and Swiffering the hardwood floors.

Tomorrow, I will repeat the morning and evening duties as well as tomorrow's CHORE OF THE DAY, which will be to clean all mirrors and windows.  I soooo have this!

I will keep you all updated on how well I do with this Cleaning Calendar. It's all an effort to put order to this chaos, don't you know.  If all goes well, you should be able to eat off most of the floors in my house ... not that you'd necessarily want to, but you get the idea.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Photos I've Taken Recently

These cute guys were at a little cabiny gift shop in Brown County, Indiana.  I feel as though I need a few for my yard!

An absolutely FABULOUS place to have lunch in Brown County, Indiana.  YUM YUM!

Midway, Kentucky -- Spring Break -- March 2012

Emmy -- on kitty marijuana ... otherwise known as cat nip

Emmy monitoring printing procedures

Emmy just being Emmy

The Governor's Mansion on Derby morning ... an overcast day

The State Capitol on Derby morning

The Capitol Rotunda ... soooo beautiful!

Emmy the Wonder Cat being wonderful

My most excellent teammate and friend, Erin and I  on Field Day!

A showy lily in my yard

Me on the House and Garden Tour

Some absolutely GORGEOUS flowers on the side of the a local church here in town.
Emmy lounging during breakfast time

Monday, June 18, 2012

Same Old Sh*t, Different State

I retrieved my mail Friday afternoon, only to discover a letter from the City Attorney's office here in Frankfort.  The letter had a threatening tenor, informing me that I had never paid my garbage bill, that I was a really nasty person, and that if I didn't pay it, I could be charged up to $500 for not paying it and might have to sign over the rights to my first-born, in this case Emmy the Cat. 

Okay, so perhaps parts of that account are, shall we say, a bit over-exaggerated.  But you get the overall gist of the thing, right?

I gave myself a minute or two to get really good and worked up about the whole sordid affair before I decided that I wouldn't let the city attorney's veiled threats ruin my weekend. I mean it's not like he can have me arrested ... immediately... I mean there are laws about such things ... like they have to wait a good long time to do that, right?  

"This can all be taken care of Monday morning with a little call," I said to myself.  "Don't worry.  Be happy."

When I called this morning, things will were a little ... ummm ... vague. They had my address, but they didn't have a bill number, which seems to imply that a bill wasn't actually produced for said outstanding bill.  When I questioned the man I was speaking to on the phone, he lackadaisically informed me, "well, just come on in and pay it this week.  It'll all be good."

I must admit that this did not put my mind at ease.  Granted, $30 isn't that much money as far as outstanding debts are concerned, but I don't know.  If there's no bill number, and no bill, and really no real understanding of WHERE a bill might have wandered off to during the time period between July 2011 and December 2011, the whole situation just BEGGED my presence in the actual office space wherein these bills are birthed.

This afternoon, when I got back to town, I went and paid a visit to Lackadaisical Dude, who was still there, and who made no move to get out his cubical and actually come to the counter to discuss this puzzling issue.  In fact, NO ONE in that department made any move to push their chairs away from their desks, walk the few hundred feet to the counter, and actually SPEAK to me face to face.  Rather they just spoke to me from their very comfy spots in the room full of cubicles.  You can understand that I started forming an opinion on what might have happened to my bill. 

I think it was folded neatly, put in an envelop, and told to walk to the OUT BOX itself.  However, the bill, having witnessed the laziness of the humans in the room, decided that, no, he'd rather just sit there.  Hang out for a bit.  Just chillaxin'.

Lackadaisical Dude, from his perch in his twisty-turny chair, barely looked up from the computer and says, "Yeah, well, see here's what happened.  The contractors that do the billing. Somehow they got an old list so you're name wasn't on their list.  So, anyway, you owe us $30."

So, I'm thinking, okay, a year to figure this flub up out ... I'll give it to them, but another question popped into my head, about this time.

"Sooooooo, where is the bill for January 2011 to July 2011?  I mean, you are only billing me for July 2011 to December 2011."

"Yeah," the guy said, clearly bored with the whole thing. "The Johnson's paid for that period of garbage usage."

"The Johnsons!?"  I squeaked.  "I WAS the one living there from January 2011 to July 2011.  Who are the Johnsons?"

"Oh well," he said, shrugging his shoulders.  "The Johnson's paid for it. Must be the former owners."

Except, they AREN'T the former owners!  So, some poor schmucks by the name of Johnson paid for my garbage service from January of last year to July of last year.  I am not sure who The Johnson's are, but I am forever thankful for their donation to my overall domestic/household financial overview. 

Johnsons, if you are out there and reading this, if you have a few more spare dollars, I've got a water bill due that I think you might want to cover ...

Thanks ever so much for the help on the garbage bill!

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Enjoying the Moment

Enjoying the moment ... I don't spend nearly enough time doing that.  I think partly because, due to the nature of my job, which is all about planning ahead and future goals and anticipating eight steps ahead of the steps we've already gotten to --this planning mindset just automatically bleeds into my personal life. This crazy professional life stuff!

So, I tend to constantly dwell on the next steps or the next hurdle or the next big thing, and for all the concentrating I do on that, I tend to forget to really stop, breathe, and look around.

Moments ... lots and lots of moments, just waiting for me to take a look ... to enjoy ... to relish ... to bask in. 

Last night, I spent the evening just enjoying the moment, with two of my good girlfriends.  We laughed and cut up and talked about some pretty big, weighty topics, and I loved it! 

Lori just came back from Cambodia ... half way around the globe ... a world away, and yet, I sat and marveled at the amount of struggles and annoyances that we were both sharing over the past two years. 

We spend our lifetimes in a million little moments that melt into each other.  I doubt very highly that at the end of all those moments, however many we're allotted, we're going to stop and wonder at the sheer magnitude and awesomeness of our planning.  Rather, I hope that we are pleased with the glow those moments cast on the our lives.

I want it to be a goal this Summer Break to stop and enjoy my moments.  There are sure to be a lot of them, and I want to savor each and every one. 

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Hello Summer! It's Been Awhile!

Day 3 of Summer Break, and I am spending it in a professional development.  That's okay, because I am ...
a.) hanging with people I like, and
b.) creating a document that might actually be useful.

But I digress.  It's SUMMERTIME!!!!  I am sooooo excited for an ENDLESS SUMMER of fun in the sun.  Or, if one doesn't have enough money for an endless summer of fun, then an endless summer of TO DOs ... like painting a kitchen, painting a dining room, painting trim in a bathroom, painting cabinets and pretty much anything that isn't nailed down ... and then probably some things that are, in fact, nailed down.

Do you see a pattern here?

Then there is the daily ... DAILY ... flowerbed weeding ... lawn care ... cleaning my house ... organizing that office that I've been threatening to organize for ... well, for forever! 

Again, do you see the pattern here?   

There isn't room for BAREFOOT BLUE JEAN NIGHT in my summertime.  Oh I know how to party, don't I?

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

Only Two More Days...

Only two more days of getting up at 4:50 a.m.

Only two more days of packing lunches.

Only two more days of picking out outfits.

Only two more days of feeling inadequate.

Only two more days of tip-toeing around folks, fearful of saying or doing the wrong thing.

Only two more days of feeling less than my best.

Only two more days of whining and picking and complaining.

Only two more days of wishing I had more time in my day.

Only two more days until I no longer have to feel guilty about reading ALL. DAY. LONG.

Only two more days until I can start organizing at home.

Only two more days until I can close the door on the 2011-2012 academic year and say hello to the 2012-2013 school year!

Sunday, June 03, 2012

Being Understood

In the last few months, innocent conversations I've had ... or least I thought I've been having ... have turned into something way more than I ever imagined they could.  And I don't mean like viewing the Eiffel Tower for the first time.  I mean more along the lines of 15 car pile-up with body parts strewn everywhere.

Now, I realize that, to a certain extent, these train-wreck conversations have been spiritual attacks.  I get that. I've been working and praying about my heart, and I understand that these conversations have been tests.  I get that. 

It still doesn't take the sting out of them. I never meant for them to get that out of control or to get myself so upset over them.  But, I am looking at all the situations over that last few months, and I am being selfish ... and selfishness garners hurt feelings.  And, boy, do I have hurt feelings.  I hate being fussed at for things that I never meant to be contentious. 

And then it occurred to me, I just want to be understood.  We all do.  It seems to be a basic need, ingrained in all of us, and when we're misunderstood, it feels personal.  Now, there are those among us that not only want to be understood, but also rationalized, whether it's correct to do so or not.  Nevertheless, I've felt misunderstood.

How wrong to have harbored those feelings when the One that knows every hair on my head understands me, loves me, values me, and accepts me.