Oh, hey blog. Sorry I’ve been neglecting you for the last week. You see, it’s been a BIG PUSH to get the house ready this week, and as of Monday it will be officially on the MLS (#1048647 or visit the house at http://41shawsmillroad.com). We encountered all kinds of problems that meant me opening up my checkbook and handing it over to various contractors. This in turn put me in a whirlwind of stress that eventually involved copious amounts of ice cream and buffalo chicken pizza. Which isn’t a great response. I did go to the gym, as well, but it just wasn’t cutting it. So enough of my excuses, and on to the pictures! I will try to do better this week, (but I’m not going to make promises).
That’s right folks. On Tuesday, I deactivated my Facebook account. Not forever, necessarily. But for now. Facebook is an infertile person’s worst nightmare. Especially an infertile 29 year old. BABIES ARE EVERYWHERE. PREGNANT PEOPLE ARE EVERYWHERE. And perhaps more annoyingly, whiny pregnant people and parents are EVERYWHERE. Not that everyone doesn’t have a right to whine about life now and again, it’s just painful when it’s about something you so desperately want. Like, say if I whined about the fact that I was eating the best ice cream ever but it was giving me an ice cream headache and all you, my reader, wanted, in the whole wide world – was a huge ice cream. I don’t want to read it anymore. For now. I’ll be back. When 99% of my friends are no longer of child bearing/raising age. So, you know. In 20 years or so. Or whenever I can feel less sensitive to this subject. Whichever comes first.
Here’s a lesson for you. When your therapist says, “don’t squeeze that toy too hard, you wouldn’t want it to explode all over you,” LISTEN TO THEM.
Here’s one of the problems that came up this week: a kerosene tank on it’s last legs. Quoted $500 to pump out the kerosene and take it away. Thanks to my father-in-law however, we were able to siphon the kerosene into our heating oil tank! Hurrah! Now we don’t have to buy oil again for awhile. But we do have a tank to get rid of. And the hazardous waste people only take it if it’s cut in half. So my answer? Throwing that baby up on Craigslist. Those people take everything. Cross your fingers that someone wants an old used oil tank!
No, no. This isn’t some sort of crazed Asian monkey ninja. It’s….an Eskimo. Apparently. By Casey’s estimation anyway.
Remember the odyssey of getting my rings cleaned? Well, they are FINALLY back in my possession after several episodes of incompetency. I am SO HAPPY to have them back!
Our local creemee stand opened up! (“Soft Serve” for you non-Vermonters). Everyone, yes – the dogs too, got a creemee on Thursday night. YUMM-O!
Daffodils are coming up in my flower beds. Also? My flower beds desperately need some TLC. But “they” say yellow flowers put people in buying mode. So c’mon daffodils -work yo’ magic!
Here’s what we say to the past week. May this week bring an interested buyer, and some stress reduction. Or I might totally flip out on someone. And may that person not be you.
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Have a great week, everyone!
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