When the domestic diva gets bored...

Time...that's what I have until T gets home. I misread his itinerary and, after talking with him today, realize that he will not be landing in Tucson until 10:50 tomorrow night. So I have...time. Time. Lots of time.

So today I slowly progressed to gathering up enough mojo to start working on more of my to do list. I deep cleaned all the bathrooms - which wasn't too hard since I have made a pact with myself to clean the bathrooms once a week to keep them manageable.

Then I went hunting. What? You didn't know I hunted. I most certainly do. Well, actually T does most of the hunting but, when the cat's away...

So, my weapon of choice on this hunt:



My prey:



The hunt is long and hard. Between beating off the flies and making sure you don't step on prey camouflaged by rocks, it is a tough job. But, thanks to Jackson, this diva has great job security. Now if we could just figure out how to turn dog poop into an eco friendly energy source...I see the dollar signs now...

And can you right now visualize me taking pictures of my poop scoop and dog poop? Ahhh....the time....

I bought a new candle for the bar. I found a very cool...I don't know what you call it...kinda round plate thing when I was cleaning out the crap room. At first I thought it was a mirror to hang on the wall. But then I saw it had small feet so it was to be placed on something...with a candle. So I bought a new large pillar candle at Walmart when I did the big grocery trip. The only one that I thought would look good on the plate was something very neutral..that smelled good...which ended up being vanilla. When I got it home, I was a little disappointed. It was so boring. Just a blah candle on the bar. Boo. The bar needs more spice than that.

So, the more I walked past it today as I cleaned, the more I wanted to do something about the blah candle. And then I went Martha Stewart on its butt! With ribbon I had bought for scrapbooking (and never used)....I did this:

Before:



After:






Martha would be so proud! And I wore an ankle bracelet like she did at one time...ahhh...sisters from a much different mother.

Between my poop hunt and my Martha moment, I was able to squeeze in another chore on my list. I was able to clean out T's car. Let me tell you, and he would kick my arse for telling you, the CRAP in his car FILLED a Glad kitchen garbage bag! I mean stuffed. It even ripped and allowed some of the week/month old coke(?) that was in a deteriating McD's cup to leak down the back of my leg when I heave ho'd the bag over my shoulder. Yum. I vacuumed and polished the interior of his car and know that he will be very surprised. I was running out of fumes so I didn't completely clean off the mysterious sticky substance that was under Tay's car seat. But the seat covers it! Haha! Like the hole in the wall, out of sight...

So, now that I have thoroughly impressed myself with marking off the bigger items on my to do list, I have my feet up, drink in hand, crap on the tube and this list to do tomorrow:
*gym
*dust
*vacuum
*litter box scoop
*deep clean kitchen
*wash sheets/duvet/shams on all beds

Not too bad. I was going to marinate some pot roast tonight to stick in the crock pot tomorrow. But, with that late arrival, I know he won't eat any of it so I am skipping that plan.

Here's a quiz? How do you know you are an old fart? When you are home on a Friday night, a drink by yourself, watching Golden Girls. WHAT? Did I say I was watching it??? Well, I was...it isn't on anymore. Blah, embarrassed.

Here's a good final thought:

Sometimes all you need is a good, swift kick in the pants.