Spring Cleaning: The Big Fat List

You may or may not remember that I mentioned a list with chores that I wanted to get done. In fact, I stated, “I am writing a list of unclean things that are grossing me out.” Easy to put things on the list. Checking them off is complicated when you devote 2-3 hours a day working on something. Making progress is great, but I can’t cross the thing off the list until all of it is completed. So I had to make sub-lists of all the items on the big, fat list. That way I can check stuff off a lot.

“Another plan?”, you ask. Sort of. It is important that I don’t over-do and stress myself into feeling overwhelmed, like every other year. I am trying to pace myself. After all, I live here and I can clean whatever I want, when I want (almost). There is a deadline for the guest rooms to get uncluttered and cleaned well. I will be highly motivated to get those rooms acceptable.

I scanned my list and posted it. Maybe there are people who would like to see if it works for them. I hope it does, and I hope I’m one of those people. Please forgive the penmanship. I almost typed it up, but I stopped myself in time.

Try not to laugh too hard. The list will grow as I find things not on there now. Blah!


My Demented Bucket List

bucket I have not written a ‘real’ bucket list because, well… I’m not that old yet…

However, when Matticus invites you to play a game, you really should play. Because you will have fun. For my dear readers who are curious, but need more motivation –>How about; BECAUSE I SAID SO!!  (It always worked for my mother.)

Another famous blogger I follow, Rarasaur, is experiencing a horrible demented bucket list now. This bucket list game is in her honor, as well as attempting to cheer her up.

There is some crazy stuff that only in a demented state would I even imagine such things could happen (to me).  And I have a very comprehensive imagination – BTW.

My Demented Bucket List

  • Was in a major car accident involving a semi-truck rear-ending a Pinto at 50 mph.
  • We (me and 3 cousins) were rescued by good Samaritan’s who pulled us out the front windows because the back seat had wrapped around the front doors, and the gas tank tore open and gasoline was running down the highway.
  • Was able to pay for 2 semesters of college with settlement money, but still have trouble with my C-5 (vertebrae).
  • I warmed up with the 49ers, on their field at Candlestick Park, one Sunday, pre-game.
  • Kicked a field goal perfectly centered between the posts, and 1 measly inch lower than the crossbar. The referee would not give me a do-over. The Bastard!
  • Heard a packed stadium moan “Awww!” in unison. Because of me.
  • Being read my “rights” by police.
  • Experiencing the “good cop, bad cop” thing live, and not on TV.
  • Being grateful to the DA for deciding not to prosecute an idiot who was too stupid to realize she committed a felony.  Duh.
  • Proofreading a post and getting the “No writing errors were found”

Well, that’s it for now.  I need to get back to reading other people’s dented bucket lists to cheer myself up.

Hang in there, Queen Raur!



photo credit: christing-O- via photopin cc


10 Things I’ve Learned Since Moving To The Mountains

  1. Food takes longer to cook at high elevations.
  2. Propane stoves cook hotter than gas stoves.
  3. And no, this does not even things out.
  4. You can’t cook pinto beans in a crock pot here – they will not soften, no matter how many days you keep them in there.
  5. Contrary to popular belief  (OK –mine), bears do not meditate in the woods.
  6. Just because you live surrounded by trees and forest land doesn’t mean you’ve seen the last of 100+ degree temperatures OR humidity.
  7. There are no street lights on mountain roads.
  8. There are trillions of night insects – and they are freakishly noisy.
  9. The Sierra Mountain dirt has ore in it, and it’s penetrating rust color does not wash out all the way.
  10. If you want the shelves stocked and your senior discount at the one and only market in town, you have to shop on Wednesdays.