My first six weeks as a mother weren't exactly blissful. With feeding problems and an exceptionally-gifted-with-amazing-volume baby, my world had officially been rocked by this motherhood thing. By the three month mark, however, I had it together. He had figured out how to eat, was sleeping through the night, and I had even (successfully) …
Archives for August 2011
August’s Decluttering Update – Come Join In!
I got a little bumfuzzled when I typed August just now. Aren't we heading into August? We couldn't possibly be coming out of it! And that, folks, describes my summer. It's also my excuse for why there's only one post in my decluttering category for August. Thankfully, it was a doozie, and included my first webisode. I'm also including …
ONE Reason I Have a Hard Time Throwing Things Away
This is a sock. A why-do-they-take-their-shoes-off-but-not-their-socks-when-they're-playing-outside sock. As I'm folding laundry, it DOES register that socks like these should be tossed straight into the trashcan. Unlike towels on the bathroom floor, I do see the holes and acknowledge the sock's worthlessness. But this summer, I had …
How to Make Fried Okra (The BEST Fried Okra!) and My Menu Plan
Let me begin with a few disclaimers: This will be a humility-free post. I feel no need to downplay how awesome my fried okra is, or to be politically correct and say that there are different methods for frying okra. No matter what kind of fried okra you think you like, you'd like mine better. (It's my mother's recipe.) The irony of …
How to Clean Up Your House When the Doorbell ISN’T Scheduled to Ring
So, I've been at this slob-blogging thing for two years. I'm pretty sure that I will never write a boy-it-feels-great-to-have-it-all-together post for a blogiversary . . . since my blogiversary will always fall during the first week of school. Which is also the first week after the routine-free summer (which I LOVE) comes to an end. It's …
Decluttering the Kitchen Drawer
This drawer has been making me crazy. For a very . . . . long . . . . time. It's the drawer that makes me appear to be a neurotically over-zealous host. While in fact, I'm just neurotic. When a casual serve-yourself-from-the-stove guest asks where the forks are . . . and my husband accidentally tells them . . . . I find myself …
Two Years Down . . . A Half-Century (or So) to Go
Today is my second blogiversary!!! Meaning . . . two years ago today I wrote the first post on A Slob Comes Clean. No one knew I was writing it. Not even my husband. I had just come up with the blogging-for-accountability-and-focus idea and had to get going. Like when you're standing on a high-dive and know that if you think too long, …
What if I Can’t Handle the Truth?
A few months ago, I heard that BookSneeze was accepting applications from bloggers to blog for Women of Faith. I applied, thinking . . . . "Y'know, I really should explore the spiritual aspects of this slob-thing, and this might be a good way to start doing that." I never heard from them, and assumed that I had been rejected. And perhaps . . …
I Wonder What It’s Like to Get a Running Start . . .
Today is the first day of school. It's back to routine. I'm sad. (So sad that I won't elaborate on just-how-sad out of fear that my computer will be ruined by the flood of tears.) But the routine does feel good. I got out of bed at 6 a.m. and immediately stripped the sheets. I got dressed in my …
