Wall Flower

People thought I was out of the woodwork, but they were sadly mistaken! I'm back into the woodwork with a vengeance. Every day I've been in the woodwork, the wall, the counters, the carpets.

As of last Thursday, I am officially a home owner. So, all of my time has been consumed by getting the home stuff ready, preparing to move, and creating a plan in my head that can only be accomplished by a team of 732.

The house we now own is in a quiet neighborhood in Stillwater. The house is spacious, the neighborhood is quiet, and it has a sauna! What? Huh? No! Oh yes, our house has a sauna. It may have a sauna, but the rest of the house hasn't been touched (literally) in about 7 years. I take that back, the walls, counters, switch plates, doors, trim, ceilings, glass, sinks, showers, and rugs have been touched with many things... but NONE of those things involved a soap or cleaning solvent of any kind. The state of grime that this house had is definitely in my top three "worst case scenarios".

Our count down has begun (T minus 3 days!) for painting every possible surface of the house, and cleaning everything we can't paint... but I'm beginning to think it might never get done. I can just see it now.

*6 months from now*
Rachel is 89 pounds and bald wearing bits of rags attached to her body where the bleach, CLR, soft scrub, 409, and comet, (that she so cherishes) has eaten away her skin, still scrubbing the cabinets and floors with bloody nubs that once resembled fingers.... and yet, she's happy.

I must say, I'm glad we're painting every single wall in the entire house, otherwise that scene could happen much sooner than 6 months.

The end is not any where near. If you think it will get done with time... you don't know me very well, and you definitely haven't seen "the book".

So if I'm MIA for awhile, you know what I'm doing.

Anything But Clay!

I'm worried for my health and for the health of others. I can no longer take it!!!

I can not stand here any longer knowing that Clay's creepy face is floating about my website. What if some small child decides to check out some blogs pertaining to opera? or my life? or my opera life? It's something nobody should have to see.

So does this mean I'll have multiple posts everyday for the next week to rid my site from his androidian face? Bah, no! It means I'll throw a long string of pictures up until the Ice Queen is all the way at the bottom. (Just in case someone wants to gaze at his face adoringly... it'll still be there. Chad - I know that you only read my blog because Mr. Sexy's Cyborg mug is up here.)

So, what could be better to wash off that icky feeling of seeing something so hideous you can't look away?

Puppies! Here are some pics from the home-front.