2013, You Say?

Well, that last year sort of flew right on by, didn’t it?  It seriously feels like it was only a couple weeks ago that I was dressing up for Halloween and regretting painting my nails black and green because I had a job interview all of a sudden.  But now it’s 2013, and everyone is doing the resolution thing, and I’m contemplating jumping on that bandwagon.

Rather than resolutions, I’m going to try to have some goals.  Resolutions fail because people generally don’t have a plan.  Goals require planning and steps and follow through.  Since I have a lot of things I want to accomplish, my “resolution” is to plan my goals this year.



Since I consider this poster (and the video from which it sprang) highly instrumental in putting me on the path to changing my life, I’m going to use it here as a reminder of what I can accomplish this year if I just freaking do it.  I unofficially gave last year the theme of “fearless” about halfway through the year.  I’m going to continue with that and officially make 2013 the year of being fearless.  And that’s goal one.

What will being fearless look like?  Well, maybe it will be as crazy as sky diving.  One friend in particular will be thrilled if that’s the case. I think it definitely needs to include attempting the ropes course at the Mall of America (and yes, I understand it’s intended for kids to be able to participate).  It might involved doing karaoke.  Fearless might look like speaking up when I need to speak up and going for things at work that will help move me forward.

Goal two is to get things organized.  This is going to be a slightly more involved goal.  I’ll need to sit down and go through my closets (clothes and fabric).  I’ll need to find storage solutions and get rid of things.  I will need to pare down room by room.

Goal three is to relearn how to eat.  2012 was a year of convenience.  I went out to grocery shop yesterday and realized I no longer remembered how to plan meals or how to eat healthy.  Ideally I’d like to lose weight, but first I need to learn how to eat again.  I think goal two will take the most man hours, but goal three is going to take the most planning and educating.  If I want to be successful and not rely on convenience, I’m going to need to have a detailed list of recipes and snacks so I don’t need to flounder.

Goal four feels like it should take a back burner to goal two, but I also think this one is important toward my sanity just as much as getting organized.  Goal four is to create.  It’s sad when someone needs to schedule in time for fun, but it feels as if we often don’t leave ourselves much choice.  So my goal is to work on the backlog of ideas–things I’ve wanted to make for years and just never have.  And in some ways, this will help with goal two.  How much fabric do I have laying around?  How much better would it be to see that fabric get turned into something awesome, something that I’ve wanted for a long time?

Four goals is probably ambitious, but I think each has a different level of difficulty and a different level of conscious involvement needed.  And this is really just a brief overview of each goal.  Ideally, I will plan each of these out more than what I’ve just said here–two through four, anyway, goal one is a little more spontaneous.  So in this I seek your support–if you have any suggestions toward achieving these goals, feel free to leave a comment.  If you have any goals of your own that you’re attempting, share those puppies as well.


“Pics or it Didn’t Happen”

That’s what my sister said when I cleaned out my truck.

My truck has been a point of shame for the last five years.  I moved and some stuff never moved out of my truck.  Some stuff was there before I moved.  A lot of stuff was added after I moved.  It became a running joke, but one that deep down was more embarrassing than funny.

One thing I can say is that it never got so bad that a window was covered.

The toilet paper was in there less than a week.  It wasn’t toilet paper that I “needed”; rather, Rocketdog bought it, decided her toilet didn’t like it, and I bought her kind to trade with her.  Moving on.

An hour, two trash bags, one load of laundry (a bathrobe, snow pants, a dress, a tshirt, and sundry socks and arm warmers), and a couple arm loads later I had this:

I know, right?  Now I just gotta find a home for all the stuff I brought inside (which is, truthfully, the reason I put it off as long as I did). 😦


General Musings on Cleaning

If you could leave one room of the house up to someone else to clean (or even better, that could magically clean itself), what would it be?

For me, it would be the kitchen.  I don’t know why, but I really hate cleaning the kitchen.  I could clean the bathroom every day (I don’t, but, you know, we’re speaking in hypotheticals), but the kitchen it very low on my list.  Which is silly, because having a cleaner kitchen would benefit me in so many ways.

I know I feel this way because I spent about five minutes going back and forth on whether I should clean the bathroom or the kitchen first.  On the one hand, the bathroom is MUCH faster, and I could cross it off my list quickly.  On the other hand, if I put off the kitchen, I may never end up cleaning the kitchen.

Kitchen won.  And it’s now shiny and new.  Even the fridge.  Yup.  I’m pretty sure hell has frozen over because I’ve cleaned the fridge twice in one year.  Hell, twice in 6 months.  And the bathroom is clean now too.  And I finished both in less than two hours.  I really need to stop putting things off, because it’s never as bad as I expect…


You guys all remember this, right?  It was like the beginning of the end of my sanity in regards to cleaning. Today I called in recruits–someone who was willing to touch every single thing I owned and say “What’s this?  Do we need this?  Where do we put this?”  Someone who flat out declared that this is going here, and that’s where you’re going to keep putting it.  And I’m happy to report that there is a world of difference now:




I still have a long way to go, but I can actually get to my stuff.  And I’ve learned that I probably never need to purchase another zipper or snap again.  Ever.  You know those big boxes that copy paper comes in?  I have an ENTIRE box filled with “fasteners”.  Which I think endlessly amused my buddy.

I still need to go through all my fabric and separate the wheat from the chaff.  I need to organize said fasteners (as a copy paper box isn’t really the best solution).  I need to find a home for all the stuff that landed in the “to go upstairs” boxes.  I need to weed out the UFO box that I promised to weed out like two months ago.

But first I have a couple costumes I need to make.  I’ll be sharing more on those later 🙂

Keeping It Clean

I am still on a major cleaning kick.  But I gotta be straight with you.  I hit a wall last night, and I hit it hard.  As I was cleaning the scum out of the fridge, I found myself saying “I can’t ever let this happen again.”  And then I felt a little bit like the frat boy that wakes up after a party and says “I’m never drinking again.”  I felt like I was being dishonest with myself.  And then I started feeling crappy  that I am clearly going to back slide at some point because that’s who I am.  And then I felt crappy for not having any faith in myself.  And then I got depressed.

Fuck depression.  Depression is a bitch.  Depression makes you forget the good things you’ve accomplished.  Depression lies, and it lies like a dog.  Depression is the bully at school that gets its rocks off by making others feel their worst.  And it’s stupid.

If you haven’t read today’s Bloggess, you should do that now.  It couldn’t really have come at a better time.  I’m fine, and the depression doesn’t have the strongest hold it could have, but it keeps coming and going over these last 24 or so hours.  And like the Bloggess, it’s hard to determine if it’s going to get worse.

As far as the fridge goes… I neglected to get a before.  Frankly, even if I hadn’t been in such a hurry to get it over with, I still probably wouldn’t have.  You would have wanted to vomit as much as I did.  Instead, I took an after as a reminder to myself what my fridge should always look like.

It is really hard to take a good picture of a fridge.  The lighting just isn’t friendly.  But the idea is there.

So today I decided I need to make a chart.  It needs to be monthly, and it needs to have the things I do every day, every few days, every week, every month.  I just need to schedule it and follow it.  That’s the only way I can see to keep myself from being that frat boy.  To keep myself on the wagon, so to speak.


I’m not trying to pull a Hyperbole and a Half here, but I got myself a container of Bar Keeper’s Friend, and I’ve been scrubbing the shit out of everything in my house.  My sister told me about BKF years ago, and for some reason I ignored her instructions.  Honestly, I’m so sorry I waited.  The difference it made to my bathtub alone is night and day:


BEFORE: Disgusting. This is what it looked like when we moved in, so I assumed it would be that way forever.


AFTER: Totally worth my sore arm. Totally.

Do yourself a massive solid and go buy some Bar Keeper’s Friend right this second.  It’s less than two bucks, and I’ve cleaned half my house with it already (okay, that may be a bit of hyperbole, but not much) and still have half a can left.  Now I’m going to see what it can do for my kitchen floor.

Friday Funnies

(I make that title as if I intend to make this a weekly thing.  I probably won’t.  I’ve always wanted to keep up with weekly stuff, but I’m just not organized enough!)

I had a very serious post planned, but it’s a little heavier than I am used to writing, and I’d like to do it justice when I do get around to writing it.  If I get around to writing it.  So instead, I’ll post something that seriously cracked me up.

Found on Failblog, though I'm sure the credit to them isn't fully deserved.


Although, it is somewhat disappointing to me how empty that sink actually is underneath the photo.  There’s, what?  Like two bowls and a couple spoons?  Amateurs.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to wash enough dishes to be able to cover then with a photo of an empty sink.