What's with this title? "Playfully frees swarm of mosquitoes?"
Okay, not really. Honestly, I don't really know why I'm starting a blog. I guess coz I'm bored. Work is so slow right now and I'm watching the clock.
A watched clock never boils, you know.
Hahahaha! I kill myself.
I also have random stuff that I feel like talking about, sometimes I crack a silly joke with Brad and I want to share it but it doesn't seem like something you put on a message board or on Facebook, and I'm behind a column at work, away from everyone, so it's kinda hard to share there.
Maybe I'll just post my randomness here. Oh yes, I will! Just you wait and see.
Right now, I wish to rant about getting a house ready to sell.
Lemme tell ya, that's a tough thing! I don't like it.
I've moved a couple hundred times in my lifetime. It's not my most favorite thing but I've done it enough times, it's really no biggie. But golly! Who'd have ever guessed getting a house ready to sell would be such a chore? (Besides those who've done it, anyway.)
I suppose it doesn't help that our house has been in dire need of fixing up for a while. I have tried doing stuff here and there (mostly yard stuff) without a lot of success.
The yard is the worst. Why can't I get anything to grow? I think it's the soil. It's sandy soil. It drains. It's terrible, terrible soil. I hate it!
Bad soil, bad!
I also have been wanting to do stuff to the inside of the house but my dearest darling Bradley is a procrastinator and, as it's hard to get much done on my own, I wind up not doing it at all. And now we're paying the price, gosh darn it! The price is not right! Sorry, Drew Carey!
But, I think we're about there. Oh, the realtor has told us that it's pretty well ready but I am... maybe not a perfectionist (well, maybe a lazy perfectionist), but a detail freak. I obsess over stupid things, little dumb details.
A few years back, I was taking a class to learn CorelDraw and had zoomed in on the picture, trying to get it perfect. The teacher was wandering the class, watching what everyone was doing, helping where she could. She leaned over and looked at my monitor and then said to the class, "You don't have to get it perfect. A lot of little blemishes won't be noticeable when you print. There's no need to zoom in 6000%."
I thought she was exaggerating and I looked at my zoom and realized she was making fun of me. I had zoomed in as much as the software would allow, which I think was 6000%.
So yeah, a little obsessive over details.
Which makes it difficult to get the house ready coz I swear, everything looks absolutely horrible to my diseased brain and I need to fix it RIGHT NOW! And I badger poor Bradley: "We need to do this RIGHT NOW!", forgetting that, of course, we're moving at a faster pace than I'd intended in the beginning.
I wanted to have the house on the market by the end of this month (it's February 4th, in case this thing doesn't show dates, which I think it does). And we should be able to have it on the market early next week.
So why am I freaking out? Is it just my nature? Am I an anal-retentive weirdo? Okay, don't answer that. The answer is quite obvious. So just be kind.
This is normal, right?
