Showing posts with label house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label house. Show all posts

Sunday, January 6, 2013

2013: The Year of Organization

I love to organize.  LOVE.  And sometimes I really good at it.  But I find myself little pockets of space in my life that are complete disasters.  For instance, my office/craft/I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-this-throw-it-in-there-and-close-the-door room.  Awful.  It's a complete embarrassment.  So one of my goals for 2013 is to be more organized.  Like ridiculously, annoyingly organized.  I'm finding lots of good ideas on Pinterest and I'm slowly but surely making lists and implementing ideas.  Here's two I'm starting with.

Cleaning Schedule
The first idea I started with I found on Pinterest.  I actually created my own list and started using it in November of 2012.  And then Christmas and 3 weeks of sickness hit and I stopped doing it.  But the weeks I did do it I really loved it.

Here's why it works:  I felt like I was accomplishing something important every day and my house looked better and I just felt better!  Also, with the swing day I was tackling one big thing that really did need to be done at least once a month but I never seemed to find the time for it.

Challenges:  Make sure you have what you need for your cleaning.  And for the daily chores it might take you a few days to figure out the best way to tackle them.  For me, I enlisted the help of Jackson for bed making (starting him early!) and then tried to tackle the dishes and counters while he was eating breakfast.  I found that the chore of the day I usually had to wait until my hubby got home.  And I didn't even think about doing the night chores until everyone else was in bed.

30 Bags in 30 Days
I've seen a version of this on Pinterest but decided to definitely go for it when I saw Bekah over at Country Mouse tales posting pictures of her bags on Instagram!  Such a great idea and really quite easy!  I referenced Bekah's list and then set about creating my own.  My list will start today and runs for 30 days, so that puts me at February 5th, which is PERFECT because The Boy's 3rd birthday party is just a few days after that!

Here are a couple of other ideas I'm going to be tackling this year:
1.  Setting up a household binder.  I have seriously been trying to do this for TWO years.  
2.  Back to couponing and saving money!
3.  Organize all my digital files.
4.  Create my own cleaning products.
5.  Create a menu planning board
6.  Follow the Declutter Calendar by My Simpler Life.  Again, some of this maybe overlapping but I want to make sure I don't miss a thing!!
7.  Organize all finances/billing.

So there's my plan to a simpler, more organized life.  Check out my OCD (yes) and Make My Life Easier boards for inspiration of your own!  How are organizing your life?  I would love to hear your ideas!  

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Boy's Kingdom

Because I'm AWESOME and totally on top of things I just realized that I never shared with you the boy's room.  I LOVE it!  It turned out so cute in all it's Dr. Seuss glory.

We got the bedding from Pottery Barn Kids.  Orginally I had planned on doing his room in retro cowboys but then I saw the Dr. Seuss and fell in love with it!  I love to read and Dr. Seuss was my favorite when I was a kid.  So I'm bound and determined that he will love books too. 

As you can see we have a LOT of diapers.  Which is good.  And those white drawers are FULL of clothes given to us by our friends.  They have a little boy and a little girl on the way.  So because they had no need for the boy clothes they passed them on to us.  Awesome!

My pal Michelle gifted these paintings to Jackson after I decided what to do his room in.  Aren't they adorable?

All the characters on the walls came from my baby shower!  The adult rocking chair was my brother's and he gave it to me to rock the boy and the little rocking chair was mine when I was a kid.  In fact all the furniture was given to us by my sister.  Her girls used it and now we are using it.  It's a room built by our family for sure!

It took me forever to find a Dr. Seuss saying I liked.  But as soon as I found this one about reading I loved it!

Even the sheets of this bedding is cute!  I really loved how the whole room turned out.  I think it is adorable and just right for my boy.  It's bright and cheery and I hope it will be a place he will grow to love!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Dream House

My uncle started a charity a few years back to help kids called 1st Due. He is a loving, giving man and really just wants to help kids that have little to no support at home or are foster kids. Currently he is looking into purchasing some property or a home to be able to entertain and sometimes house these kids. It's a big vision and he is just the guy for it.

While I was in San Jose recently visiting family we were able to see one piece of property that he is looking at. Let me just tell you, this house is AWESOME. It's old and beat-up but it's strong and classic and can you imagine if the walls could talk? When I grow up I want to own a house just like this. I am in love with this house. Every little thing about it. The details are amazing and I just want to bring it back to it's former self.

As we walked through the house each room brought a different treasure. Complete with the stained glass windows. So much of the old house was still there. Beat up but surviving.

If I was independently wealthy, and my uncle didn't want to buy it , I would snatch this place up. I would take all the years necessary to bring it back to it's former glory. I think it's beautiful all beaten up, imagine what it would look like with a spit-shine and a some paint. I mean for heaven's sake it has a claw tub!

She's a beautiful old girl and I hope she finds someone to love her real soon. Someone that can see beyond the dust and muck to what she once was and what she can be again.

Monday, January 19, 2009

I have a mushroom growing out of my wall.

This might be the longest post I have ever written but I have had a weekend. Bear with me. Read it in stages.

The title of this post is not a metaphor. It is not secret code for something else. It is ACTUAL and TRUE. I HAVE A MUSHROOM GROWING OUT OF MY WALL.

I cannot even tell you what these past few days have been like. Saturday I spent most of my day cleaning and trying to straighten up the room that is SUPPOSED to be our extra room but has somehow turned into the computer room/craft room/Bree's closet/let's-put-all-our-crap-in-here-we-don't-have-a-place-for room. I was feeling all proud because I did get my little sewing area set up. It ain't fancy, but it's home.

I was wandering back through the dining room/living room when I noticed a weird thing on the wall under my kitchen table. I thought it was trash. I pull out the chair, drop to my hands and knees and low and behold. . .MUSHROOM. I just about blew a gasket. I was freaking out. I have had previous experience with mold and that ended me up in the hospital, plus I have asthma. Like I need weird crap floating around in the air making it harder for me to breathe.

Look at my pretty mushroom.

I immediately began calling the office at our complex. They weren't there. Of course. Oh and the EMERGENCY pager number they have on the answering machine? Yea, that is an invalid number. Oh yes. So I proceeded to blow up the office telephone. I left them 3 messages. I then did what any self-respecting person would do. I started stomping around my complex looking for other residents to harass, I mean ask advice from. Go with me. I'm in my sweats from working out, my sports bra, the largest TIE DYE t-shirt I own, slippers and bun in my hair. Oh yes. I saw a 12 year old girl, yell at her from across the complex, make her go and ask her dad where the manager lives. That proceeds to bring out 3 other neighbors to whom of course I spill my tale of woe. Finally someone gives me the apartment number of the manager with strict instructions that I'm not to tell who gave it to me. So I stomp my unhappy butt up to HER door and bang on it. Lucky for her, she wasn't home. I left her one of those really specific notes where you underline the really important thing about 12,000 times. I'm so grown-up. I lost my mind people. She did call me late that night and left me a message that they would be at my apartment on Monday to take a look. Fantastic. Now I have to go into work late on the ONE day we have mandatory meetings.

Sunday I was just upset. Upset, upset. I was mad at the mold, I was mad at the complex, I was mad at my husband for not being mad enough. I was thinking about bills which always puts me over the edge. I was just plain pissed.

I don't have one of those easy-going personalities. I can't let things just slide off my back, down my back, whatever the heck that saying is. I stew. I fester. I worry. I stress. I think of things that haven't happened so I can worry about those. I have an issue. I know this. I'm working on it. Day at a time.

We went to dinner at my parents Sunday night and I bawled the whole ride over there. I bawled when I got there. I bawled later when my sister bawled. Ugh. I just wanted to sleep. I definitely didn't want to deal with my moldy mushroom and my boss who I knew was going to be none too happy about me not being at work.

So this morning I wake up and I'm feeling a little better but I'm worried about the work thing. So I call my boss again and it was like talking to a different person. This man is normally very easy going, extremely understanding and easy to work with. Today? Not so much. Basically he was like, "Make a choice Bree. Monday's are mandatory. If you're not here I'm marking it as an unpaid day off." So I told him that unfortunately my health was more important and that I guess I would take the day off (I had ever intention of working from home.). End of conversation. 20 minutes later I get a call from my one friend at work (a whole other story to tell someday). She thinks I'm playing some trick on her. Something about a strike? Huh? I have no idea what she is talking about so we start calling around and low and behold, we are on strike. Only nobody told us. Great. Did you know that you do not get paid during a strike? Did you know that they can hold your paycheck you ALREADY EARNED during a strike? Hello owner of my moldy apartment, I went on strike, can't pay my rent. Think they would go for that?

I finally get in touch with somebody and I'm told that I need to get down to the picket line! Right now! Sign in! Show my support! FABULOUS. One more thing to deal with. No wonder my boss was so cranky.

But there is a conclusion to this madness my 11 readers (I know I have that many because that's how many follow me.).

I currently have a hole in my wall. Apparently we have fixed the leaking pipe (oh and when the guy came to look at it I thought he was going to fall over and he pushed on the wall with his finger and it went RIGHT THROUGH), we have sprayed the mold with vinegar to kill it, we have placed a fan in front of the hole to dry all the crap out and I get a brand new foot of wall on Thursday.

And the strike? Ended tonight at 5. And I was told in no uncertain terms to be there bright and early tomorrow. Tuesday should be fun.