Marine Cleaning

The Marine Corps has a saying – “Improvise, Adapt, Overcome”.  I know this because Clint Eastwood kept saying it in Heartbreak Ridge.

I must take this to heart and change how I go about Spring cleaning. Last year I did not get to Spring Clean because spring never came.  It went from Winter to Summer and my house suffered.  Now it is almost June and I keep putting off the deep cleaning, waiting for warm and sunny days.

Here I go again.  Instead of Capri’s and a tank-top, I must pull on some warm leggings and a comfy sweater, don my Playtex gloves and get my iPod charged up.  It usually takes me 2 or 3 weeks to deep clean the place.  My house is not a mansion, but it is filthy. The filth is not up in your face, rather subtly playing opossum.  I know it is there, and the knowing is making me crazy.

I do have a plan and I’m going to write it down.  I don’t have to do everything in order, but I have to do everything.  First I must order a new brush attachment for my vacuum – I need a clean one to vacuum the window blinds before I take them outside and hose them down.  I definitely need sun for that chore so they can dry.

I will spare you the further grueling details of my plan. (You’re welcome)

Before I go and slave away, I leave you with this little graphic I “borrowed” from somewhere…

Which reminds me –

I better make sure my mom is securely put away…

♥  TTFN  ♥

What Happened to Summer?

Today is May 19! What is going on?  It has not snowed this hard since January. Since I took this photo there are at least 2 more inches.

I think the climate has changed, people.  Bring on some global warming!!

 

TTFN

I Should Have Been in Vegas…

I was at the wrong place at the right time.

This is better than being there at the wrong time, but not being there at the right time can be Really* annoying. To the 8th power annoying, even.

I can almost hear Pirates in the background complaining, “ARGgggggh!”

 

Isn’t that the most beautiful sight, on a video poker machine?

I only had the Ace and the Queen. The rest of the Royal Flush was dealt to me. At first I did not realize what happened, probably because bells and whistles were not blaring. Of course not – I was not in Vegas.

I was in my comfy chair, sipping my first cup of coffee of the morning – at home.

The machine paid out 4,000 credits (a.k.a. nothing). Oh well.  The perk is, when I lose all my credits, it gives me 100 more – no questions asked.  No swarthy bouncer type stalking me either.

And, the best perk of all, I can play poker in my pajamas with my puppy at my feet.

So, Caesars Palace?  Bellagio?  Venusian?  Wynn? …  can any of you make me that comfy and happy while I play poker?

Dare you.

♥  TTFN  ♥

 

* Based on the 0 to 10 ‘Really’ Scale, that measures non-measurable things. Like Passion, Irritation, Annoyance, Cuteness and Urgency.