Life always seems the craziest when you’re actively trying not to be busy at all.

Last summer was rough for us because we had so many people staying with us throughout June, July and August and we vowed that we wouldn’t repeat that this year.  We made plans to not make plans at all.

The problem with that is we either end up doing absolutely nothing at all, thus turning into literal sloths who serve no other purpose than to make the ass prints in our couch bigger.  Or things end up appearing so unexpectedly that before we know it, we’ve blown through seven or ten days and can’t tell you the last time we got to enjoy our sloth states.

You’d think as much time as I spend being a sloth, I’d be able to think up good things to write.  Instead, you’ll get a series of snippets.

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This past Monday, I wake up at quarter til seven to the dog going batshit crazy in the office, which is where his perch is located that lets him watch over the neighborhood.  And this was his ‘Get the hell of my property!’ batshit crazy bark not the little ‘The neighbor kids are walking across the street’ chatter.  I shoot out of bed and squint through the blinds to see two cop cars pulled up to our driveway and Steve standing behind his truck gesturing towards our backyard.  So of course, I panic a bit because early morning and cops being at my house doesn’t bode well.  I throw something semi-decent on and walk outside to find Steve and a cop standing on the side of the house looking towards the park that backs up to our yard while the other cop is trying to navigate his way across the tiny creek.  And in that park is a car.

That’s a silly place to park a car!

I asked what was going on and Steve said he was leaving for work and noticed the car in the park so he called the cops because that’s not exactly a thorughfare.  The cop then explained that two vehicles had been stolen from the neighborhood the night before and that the people they thought did it actually lived close enough to the park that they weren’t surprised to find the vehicle there.  Said they had been to the woman’s house enough for domestic disturbances and that she was always doped up on crazy pills and stuff.  Steve then headed off to work and they spent the next hour or so making calls and trying to get into the vehicle before they finally towed it out of there.

Needless to say, I spent the week worrying a bit because the last thing you need is to find a stolen vehicle pretty much in your backyard.  Guess it’s time to get the security system installed.

At least I got to close the day out with Conan O’Brien on The Tonight Show. I love him!  I truly do.

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Work kicked my ass this past week on so many levels.  So many levels that I’m not going to discuss in public because that would not be kosher.  I can disagree with my job but I need it and am thankful to have it at this period in time.  I just don’t like change and am not good with it.  I much prefer for things to continue exactly the way they are because with change comes stress and with stress comes with an unhappy me and an unhappy me is not fun at all.

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My toes, on the other hand, are healing.  They’re still swollen and still painful but they feel surprisingly better than they did before the doctor aspirated the nail. On Friday, I went back to work but had to wear the slip-on shoes I’d bought when I had my blood clot because when I tried to put on normal shoes, the foot protested by sending searing pain up my foot and into my leg.  I was able to remove the band-aid Friday night only to find that the hole was still oozing a bit but even that was over by Saturday morning.

Now they’re just black and blue and yellow and green and I can even move them.  The swelling has gone down and the oozing has stopped.  I just have to remember to take it easy because  they won’t hurt for some time and then I’ll walk on them wrong or catch my foot as I’m walking, as I did last night, and it’ll hurt like crazy again.  I thought I was able to stop the pain meds because I was feeling better, but I’m feeling better because of the meds.  If I’m off them completely the foot kills and it’s the worst if I’m standing still.  It’s easiest when I have the meds in me and my foot is elevated with nothing on it, because even the weight of the blanket hurts.

This was Saturday’s progress! It ain’t pretty.

When I went into work Friday, I slipped my sock off and showed my boss who looked right at me and was like, “You know, you could’ve just asked for the day off!” then smiled.

Apparently, when I do it, I do it big.

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I finally finished the closet reorganization that was the cause to the whole toe debacle.  Steve had been after me for months (ok, years) to go through our closet and my clothes because well, he’s a man and to him anything more than five shirts and two pairs of pants is too many clothes.

But it was time.  I still had clothes in there from college.  Skinny girl clothes that I just wasn’t ready to part with because you know, I might fit into them again (we all know how much of a truth that really is).  I mean, there are a few favorites that you could hang onto for that reason but they either need to really be your favorite or they need to be classics with style that outlasts trends.  An entire closet does not count towards that rule.

Plus, I was having a really hard time finding a place to put things when I did laundry.  And I was wearing the same thing over and over again.  It just needed to be done.

I thought it was going to take a week.  Had it not been for my injury, I would have finished it in an afternoon.  That being said, it took a total of one day.

Here’s the before:

Before: The Closet

That is a walk in closet big enough for two people to walk in.  If you shut the door, you could fit three, maybe four people.  In other words, that’s a lot of clothes.  All the ones hanging pretty much consist of my clothes with the exception of a small sliver to the far left that is Steve’s and that starts approximately where the solid burgundy shirt is.  The basket on the floor is overflow laundry that has yet to be put away.  And the entire left side on the top shelf is my clothes.  The back wall on the shelf is Steve’s.  That’s not including our two dressers that we have.

Here’s the after:

After: The Closet

It still looks a little crowded but that’s purely because I ran out of hangers, otherwise, the shirts on the top left shelf would have been hung as well.  Also, Steve didn’t humor and go through his clothes.  But unlike before, everything is organized.  The entire left side is now mine and is organized into categories: work shirts and blouses, crossovers (i.e. plain cotton shirts that I can wear to work or out with friends), nice casual shirts (most of them are printed so I can’t wear them to work), polos & button downs and long sleeves.  Sweatshirts and sweaters have been moved into our guest bedrooms closet which has been deemed the winter closet.  Steve now has the entire back wall with space for his nice shirts and his work shirts.  The tucker on the floor contains overflow clothes that he needs to go through but since it has a lid, it serves a dual purpose: as a shelf.  Which was an awesome find because I was going to purchase shelves but with this, I can just pile his work pants onto it and they are accessible without me having to worry about putting them into drawers or throwing them on the top shelf (they’re heavy Dickies pants so they were too much for the shelf).  The clear boxes and the smaller tucker contain my shoes, the brown bedding is overflow winter bedding for our bed and there’s finally room to tuck the hamper back in the corner.  And what you can’t see is that on the top to the left are three of the fabric grocery bags you can buy almost anywhere now.  One contains bathings suits, extra bras and my heavy fuzzy winter socks, the other two contain hats and accessories (handbags and belts) respectively.  And my drawers, at least, are organized for pants and others things that can’t be hung.

Everything now has it’s place and that’s one more thing that I can mark off my list.

It’s makes my internalized OCD very, very happy!

(I’d like to say the pain of the toe injury was worth it, but it really wasn’t.  I mean, I’m crazy, but not that crazy!)

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The only other things worth noting is that we had a very nice dinner with some great friends last night at TGI Friday’s, of all places (they have never been high up on my list of restaurants) and then went to see The Hangover, which was absolutely fabulous and as phenomenally funny as the trailer leads you to believe.

And also, this guy:

SO.FREAKIN’.HOT!

Seriously, I’ve had celebrity crushes before but he is easily one of the best.  Right now, it’s him and Gerard Butler, haunting my dreams.  Love, love, love!  Funny as well as smokin’ hot … my kind of man!
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That’s about it though – the most exciting parts of my week crunched into totally unrelated recaps.  I’m hoping for a better week this time around but only time will tell.  Here’s one final image from this week.

Hangin’ Around …

One of the things about living in the South … there’s always strange visitors right outside your front door!