Well, I must say that I am impressed with More Hands Maid Service.
Last night I posted about cleaning before they got here, and I'm glad I cleaned. Their website says they "tidy up." That mostly consists of making cute little stacks of all your personal items.
My house smelled clean even from the garage! It's a bit like the maids at the hotel, where they clean all the detailed things I don't often get to because I'm dealing with the surface clutter all the time. They polished my china cabinet, all our pictures, things like that. I think if I had left too many dirty dishes or stuff like that they wouldn't have done a good job on the details. If that makes sense.
I keep looking around and seeing things clean that I never thought to clean. My printer is reflecting things; I think they shined my duct tape covering our extension cord, and my $5 file cabinet too! They made my beds up all cute and our glass dining table is VERY clean. Oh, and they vacuumed the stairs. I'm not going to tell you how many times I've vacuumed the stairs.
It's really amazing how these little things change the feel of my house. I didn't think it would be this cool. It's like how I would clean my house if I had a little more energy.
One thing- they are not very good at loading my dishwasher. But that's how everyone is- you pretty much know how to load your own dishwasher and no one else's.
They get four stars. Thanks, Joel for my birthday present. Now if I can only convince Joel to hire them once a month...
Monday, September 19, 2005
Well, I must say that I am impressed with More Hands Maid Service.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
First of all, anyone seen my camera? It's been about a week now and I just don't know where it is. I hope it didn't get left at the ladies' retreat, especially because I didn't take any pictures there anyway. Wouldn't that be lame?
So the maid service is coming tomorrow morning. It's 1:30 in the morning and I can't sleep and I happen to be in a cleaning mood. My house is going to be actually fairly clean tomorrow. I guess that means they'll be able to concentrate on the hard stuff without all of the clutter in the way. I don't know. I'm trying to avoid guilt feelings knowing that this is our money being spent here and I want to get the most out of the experience.
I put up some more pictures on my wall in the living room. While I was looking for which ones to print, I came across this one.
This is how I feel inside, even when I look older and more tired and I am more overweight. Maybe you all could picture me like this too; then I will feel even more that way.
Here's some pictures of Ermengarde. She was a '77 Honda Civic. Almost the first hatchback Honda made. She lasted until 210,000 or so and then had to be retired. We painted her in Abilene. She was originally red but we did a spray paint base coat of green and then stenciled in the shapes with cardboard and more spray paint. These pictures were taken after she had been faded in the hot Texas sun a few years.
Ermengarde would only go 55-60 mph, so when driving on Texas roads we would often pull off onto the shoulder and drive there as people passed. We got lots of funny looks and waves, especially in Abilene. Flotsam-Jetsam, our 88 Accord featured in my last post, did not get so many funny looks in Austin. I think there are more art cars here in town or something.
Still haven't heard any ideas as far as scriptures go for our 97 accord. Anybody?
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Over the next couple of days I'm going to try to post pictures of our art cars that we have had in the past. The above are pictures of our 88 Honda Accord which has since been retired. After 230000 miles it just wasn't reliable anymore.
Our current project is our 97 Honda Accord. We're going to put scriptures on it, starting with the hood, which will read "Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. Love your neighbor as yourself."
Any other ideas for scriptures?
Monday, September 12, 2005
Here is my mom.
She is a wonderful lady and I talk to her on the phone nearly every day. She struggles with various health problems, but maintains a strong relationship with God and her family. She genuinely cares for me and my siblings. Go over and say hi!
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Emmy has always been scared of loud noises, especially sirens. I try to allieviate that by telling her the sirens are "going to help people." Lately we've also been praying for those people. The other day Emmy heard one and said "we should pray." I told her that was a good idea. This is close to what she said:
"Dear God, please help the people not to be scared of sirens. In Jesus' name Amen."
That was an interesting take on it I suppose...
Friday, September 09, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Is there anything worse than being informed in the middle of HEB that your daughter has to go potty?
Getting the baby out of the cart, putting the cart in a safe place, and then your daughter refuses to go. Why?
The automatically flushing toilets scare her.
That is so stupid. I have no sympathy for someone scared of those toilets.
So we get back to the cart and continue our shopping, only to be informed, in line, that once again, "my tee tee is coming out!!"
Can you keep your undies dry until we get home?
You MUST go to the potty now. I don't care about the stupid toilet. GO.
She goes in there, hollering, I continue to pay and check out, and then I abandon Denali and the cart by the entrance to the restroom and go in there. She's squatting on the floor just inside a stall, crying. No accident yet!
You have no choice. GO.
I pick her up, put her on the potty, and hear the "sweet" sound of tee tee being put in the potty where it belongs. Thank you, Lord.
Now, at home, I frantically put Denali to bed and start bringing the groceries in.
Who in the world could be at the door?
Parmer Lane Elementary students selling CRAP for their school. But the whole reason our "no soliciting" sign is on the door is because I am incapable of saying no. So I go through the book looking for the cheapest things.
"What does no soliciting mean? We keep seeing those signs on like every door!"
That is my favorite line all night long. I gently told the girls they might not want to knock on those doors any more.
Turns out their little siblings are in the class of the teacher that I student-taught with. But I had already ordered from the older girls.
The joys of being me...
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Friday, September 02, 2005
Yes, I know you are reading about this everywhere. But I am going to post some too.
I cannot comprehend why this is turning out the way it did. But I am going to help today and at church on Sunday as best I can.
This guy is staying in NO and keeping his company up and running. If you go back and read his blog day by day from Sunday you will see how bad it is there.
I am sickened by it and considering donating all the diapers we got at our diaper shower to the cause. Some HEB locations (Parmer and 35 included) are taking donations of these items (peanut butter, diapers, granola bars, canned meat, bottled water, and cash) today. They will truck it into NO tomorrow.
You can also donate to the Red Cross.
Our church is organizing various efforts to help, from a collection on Sunday to housing for refugees. Let me know if you want to help through them.
I cannot even imagine having a baby in NO right now with no diapers or water or place for it to sleep.