kitchen knobs, chicken kabobs.

so when the realtor called last night to let us know they wanted a second showing, we asked if there was anything she felt we could do to improve the house to their liking.  (read: hello -- ready to sell this house).  of course, her only suggestion was to change all the kitchen knobs.

kitchen knobs, chicken kabobs.

we knew that no one like our kitchen knobs and we had already ordered new ones.  but they hadn't arrived and God only knows how long it will take for them to get here.  so we continued on our cleaning way, hoping for the best, and happy with whatever happened -- at least we got a second showing.

when i woke up this morning, i was ready to go.  i'd barely slept at all the night before and i was ready to get this show on the road.  let's go, let's go, let's go!  i walked out the bedroom door, took a left towards the kitchen, and as i walked past the front door, there was a package on the doorstep.

kitchen knobs, chicken kabobs!

they were here!  the kitchen knobs made it on time!  they were here! they were here!  they were here!  so we spent this morning changing all the kitchen knobs before taking on last wlak through of the house and moving things around to stage a little differently.  after a little while, we were done.  we actually walked out of the house fifteen minutes before we had to.  now that is skill.

when we got home, we discovered it was well worth it.  as the family was leaving our house, the wife leaned into our realtor and said, "i want this house.  now i just have to go home and beg!"

so much for yesterday's disappointment!  i'm so excited for the potential this situation has!  wooot wooot woot!  let's sell this sucka.

more, please.

they want a second showing!!!

(now back to your scheduled programing and my excessive cleaning regiment.  see you on the other side.)

disappointment at it's finest.

yesterday was the typical summer day around here.  i worked for a little bit but besides that we busied ourselves with very important things like finding a new light fixture for the kitchen.  we got home, feeling accomplished, and decided to spend the rest of the evening just lounging around.  hey, it's summer.  we have to enjoy it while it lasts.

...and then the phone rings.  at 9:45pm.  the realtor wanted to show our house the following morning. 

no big deal, right?  hahahaha.  even though we only "live" in two rooms of the house, we were up until well past midnight cleaning carpets, scrubbing baseboards, doing laundry, lugging crap out to the cars so we just didn't have to figure out what it was till a later day.  then, we were up at 7:00am this morning to start at the cleaning again.

i dropped the girl off at camp, headed to the store, bought fresh fruit and bunches of fresh flowers.  not to eat and enjoy but to make a pretty display in the kitchen.  but the kitchen?  it's under construction, so not only were we trying to spruce it up, were were attempting to keep the dust under control.  note to everyone who may encounter this in the future: there is no way to stay ahead on the dust when construction workers are sawing into drywall, etc.

we baked cookies, turned lights on, lit candles, put the cushions out on the lawn furniture, wiped down every surface possible with soapy water, windex, or polish depending what it was.  we were going nutsy coo coo over here trying to get the house ready.

the people walked through today.  they don't like our kitchen.  they don't like our master closet.

what a bummer ending to a busy day trying to get it ready for them to fall in love with.  disappointment at it's finest.

:)

prayer is not an old woman's idle amusement.  properly understood and applied, it is the most potent instrument of action.  --Ghandi

i'm old.

i think i am officially old.  i have found a new love in life... books on tape cd (wrong era).  i listen to it in the car, on the computer, while i'm making dinner, during conference calls.  seriously, the other day i had to be on a conference call and i had a book on tape in my earbud.  not going to lie.  a) the call was pointless (for me) and b) the book was so much more entertaining.

as if having bifocals didn't make me old enough....

but it is so nice to be able to lay in bed with my eyes closed and hear a story being read to me.  it takes me back to my childhood when my parents would read to me or my babysitting days when i'd read to the kids.  there is something so relaxing about hearing a story read aloud and letting your imagination go wild.  i love reading, i love watching movies, but i think books on tape cd are the best of both worlds (once you get past the reader's voice...).

...and you know you're an ed major when you almost turn this post into a lecture about improving literacy in young adults.  i think it's best that i end this post...

...now.

candle light.

i hate light fixtures.  a lot.  i am done looking at them.  i don't care how many light bulbs there are, how many watts it handles, what finish it is.  i don't care that it's supposed to hang over a dining room table or a pool table.  i could care less if it's a chandelier or pendant.

i think we should take a trip back in time and function by candle light.  who doesn't love candle light?  it's dim, romantic.  there are all different scents and colors that are readily available.  you can find them cheap.  cheap, cheap, cheap.

i vote for candle light.