Extras. And Back-Up Plans

So do you know what was totally annoying me back in December?

Every single time I drove my spare Suburban, I got totally freaked out because we never reset the clock when the time changed.

You know how that is, right?

Oh.

Not really?

Perhaps I should explain the “spare Suburban” thing.  No, we’re not so filthy rich that we have an extra vehicle sitting around.

In September, we bought a “new” Suburban.  We got it quickly, because when you find a decade-old car in great condition you jump on it.  Right around the same time (before we’d listed our ’97 Suburban  for sale), we were having some more estimates done on our foundation.  One of the guys remarked on our obvious love of Suburbans (y’know . . . since we had TWO) and to make a long story short, that Suburban became part of the negotiations and was traded for a portion of our foundation work.

So we still had it until early December, when the work was complete.

In the week-or-so before we handed it over, I went through a period of Extreme Scatter-Brainedness.

Yep, when Tunnel Vision hits me, keys are usually the first things to be lost.

But if there’s anything I love . . . it’s having a back-up plan.

This is one of the reasons why we generally do not EVER know where both keys for any one vehicle are at a time.

Finding the ONE set of keys is crucial.  Non-negotiable.  It’s a have-to.  But if a set is lost and there’s another set hanging right there on the key hook by the back door?

Why stress???

Grab that EXTRA set and go!  And never again think about the second set and where in the world it might be.

Which means that the “spare” set only ever gets found at random times like when I’m decluttering a junk drawer or moving furniture or checking an old purse before I stuff it into a Donate Box.

It’s the reason I love a new 32-ponytail-holder package.  For at least 32 days, I don’t have to search for a ponytail holder.  I just grab one off of the handy-dandy cardboard holder.

WHY would I waste time looking for the one I randomly pulled off yesterday (by my bed, near the couch, wherever) when there’s one right in front of me?

This is a source of frustration for my husband.  While I do NOT see the point of stopping to look for something when another perfectly good version of it is in front of me, he seems to think that lost things should be found.

Simply because they’re lost.

(I know he’s right.)

It’s our two different versions of practicality.

Me: I simply don’t have the time to waste looking for something that doesn’t ABSOLUTELY have to be found right at this very second.

Him: People should know where their keys are.  Both sets.  If we don’t find them now, when we REALLY need them (like if when the other set gets lost . . . ) we’ll be in bad shape.

And have to drive the “extra” vehicle.

Except that other than those twoish months this past fall, we don’t have an “extra” vehicle.

Fine.  I guess he does have a point.

31 Days of . . . (Lame) Excuses

Yep.

Lame excuses.

That’s what I’m committing to write about in October.

ALL of October.  Like . . . 31 whole days.

I enjoyed(ish) doing 31 Days of Details last year, and want to participate again in the 31 day challenge over at The Nester.  It didn’t take long to come up with this topic.

Y’know, since it’s an easy one for me.

And in case you’re new around here and don’t know how I roll, let me assure you that (unfortunately) I won’t be using these excuses.

No.  I’ll be identifying them as excuses so I won’t be able to use them.

Make sense?

I haven’t pre-written any posts for the series, though I have some pictures that I’ve looked at in the past few days and thought . . . “Oh no.  That’s a post I should save for 31 Days of Excuses.”

Part of me doesn’t want to do this, but the Big Girl part knows I need to.

So even though I can think of multiple excuses (blog traffic stinks on weekends, I’m going to be GONE four nights this month, I still have to finish posting my Master Bedroom Saga, blah blah blah, and yada, yada, yada), I’m going to identify those as excuses and admit that one of the biggest reasons my house gets out of control is that I’m incredibly gifted at excuse-making.

Oh, and when I linked to last year’s 31 Days of Details on Facebook earlier this week . . . I giggled a little when I saw that I had said I chose that topic because it was “better than 31 days of excuses.”

Hee hee.  Profound in 2011, ironic in 2012.

 

A few details:

1.  I’m not abandoning my Master Bedroom Saga.  No, it’s top priority right now.  Those posts will still go up at least once a week, and if they fit for the 31 Days of (Lame) Excuses, great.  If not, I’ll post twice that day.

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She Won’t Look in Here . . .

I promise, it’s not Mother In Law Week around here.

But really, a visit from an MIL is pretty much guaranteed to inspire a few posts for a Slob Blogger.

As I was frantically getting my house cleaned up for her visit last Friday, I stopped for a moment to . . . well . . . you know.

Anyway, as I was sitting there for a moment, I looked down and saw a small pile of clothes at my feet.  (Picture above is a re-enactment staged for the sake of appropriateness of the clothing items.)

Perhaps it was because I was in Cleaning Mode that I even registered this pile of clothes.

Registered that they were there, and that they needed to be moved.  But then my natural slob instinct kicked in and I REASONED that there was no need to move them.

Y’know, since no one would be using that bathroom.

The fact that maybe they should be moved JUST BECAUSE they’re dirty and don’t actually go there . . . didn’t count as a reason.

Thankfully, I went against my ever-so-persuasive Slob Logic and moved the small pile to the big pile where the dirty laundry is actually supposed to go.

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