Friday, May 21, 2010

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

Before we "get down and dirty" out at the lot, I thought I'd put up pictures I took Wednesday of these innocent, unsuspecting wild flowers on our property. Little do they know what's going to hit them. They are going to be turned under and trampled by heavy equipment next week.

The next picture posted will be a mass of dirt smoothed out, making up the pad for the house. Next week they will put in the culvert, make a rough drive back to the build site and form the pad.

We chose a realtor yesterday and the FOR SALE sign goes up the first week in June. We're under way and I'm under the bed! I'll try not to sneeze and frighten potenial buyers off when they come to look at the house.

"Dear God, please send people to buy my house." I have a fear it won't sell. Well, I wouldn't be Nervous Nellie if I wasn't fearful, would I?

These yellow, low growing weeds are right smack dab in the middle of our outdoor patio, fireplace area to the side of the house.

































I empathize with these purty little flowers because I feel like I'm about to get my block knocked off, too!
Nervous Nellie

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

PRIZED POSSESSION

Our house is going on the market in a couple weeks. This forced us to spend 10 hours last Saturday in the garage sorting, pitching and cleaning. I'm going to show you before and after pictures. We wouldn't need so many receptacles along the wall if we didn't have paper recycle, glass and can recycle and plain old garbage. On top of that, we crush and save the aluminum cans to take someplace, which we have yet to find, to turn them in for $, which we have never done.


Don't you think we should be paid to sort for recycle? Somebody is making money with my free labor! And, what really ticks me off is that half the people on our street don't recycle. If it was me, I'd throw it all in the "regular garbage" but Tex is almost anal about recycling. If I throw a toilet paper holder in the trash, he takes it out and puts it in the paper recycle. I'm pretty sure they don't have recycling out at the ranch. Heck, I don't think they have regular trash pick-up. You have to contract with somebody. Do ya think anyone would notice if I just threw the trash off the cliff??? Sorry. Got sidetracked. Back to the subject.





When viewing the photos, I want you to try to pick out the "prized possession" that Tex refuses to part with. I believe you can see it in all but one picture. Ready? Here we go.





BEFORE


























AFTER




















Did you spot it? Now, here's the story behind the prized possession.




We have had that file cabinet for as long as I can remember and we've been married 43 years. We have a newer (by newer, I mean purchased within the last 15 years) black file cabinet in our computer/office/bonus room. We have three desks in our house....a built-in desk, a roll-top desk and a huge computer desk. All-in-all, we have 8 FILE DRAWERS in the house.




Tex refused to put this file cabinet out for the neighborhood garage sale last fall. "I'll put some hunting things in it," he said. "Yeah, like that's a great place for hunting items. You can file the guns under "G" and the ammo under "A" so you can easily find it," I fired back. When the spring garage sale rolled around several weeks ago I begged him to get rid of it because--HE--HAD--PUT--NOTHING--IN--IT--SINCE--LAST--SEPTEMBER. It has been sitting in the garage with nothing in it for 15 years.




I could not persuade him to let it go. Again, he said he could put his "things" in it and promised me he'd get it out of the garage, that he'd take it to our rented storage unit. Oh, great! More junk in the storage unit so we can save the junk to take to the ranch house!




Here is a close-up of Tex's prized possession after he'd put his "things" in it.

















There are better places to put a game camera, solar power unit and the 40 year old, tarnished, out-of-style, aviator sunglasses (in the black case) that should be pitched! Tex does not need this file cabinet. Notice the scratches on top and the broken key that is secured under the piece of duct tape? Why keep a key that is broken? Why keep a beat-up, 40 year old file cabinet that we don't need? Sometimes Nellie is so right and Tex is so wrong. It all evens out, doesn't it?




Nervous Nellie