Whoops

Ok, one day missed. I have a tendency to do this kind of thing. Set a lofty goal, try to completely reinvent my life over night to live up to it, fail, and give up. Not this time, though.

Oh well. I didn't post anything yesterday. The world won't end.

I have to get accustomed to the idea of writing here. What the hell do I even want to write about? I don't freaking know.

Right now we're in the throes of reorganizing our apartment. We started things off with throwing a ton of shit out, getting in a few fights, and giving away our kitchen table and chairs last weekend. To begin with, we're focusing on the living room and kitchen. Next (starting this weekend) will be the bathroom. Pete and I don't always work well together. Especially not on projects wherein I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I want things to turn out and he hasn't. This is the sort of thing that we've been learning as we try to combine my zest for change with his desire for stability.

I have high hopes for accomplishing some exciting stuff this weekend. By Monday I hope to cross a few of these behemoths off the list:

-Scrub the shit out of our range. According to Pete it looks like a Jackson Pollock painting. Who knew melted wax was so hard to get off a stove?

-Do the same to our tub and bathroom sink. I'm going to do Shiny Sink 101 in both. This will require bleach. I am afraid of bleach, mostly because I like my clothes without blotchy stains. I shall persevere. Even if it means I'm scrubbing the tub in my skivvies.

-Get the kitchen shelves organized. This will require teamwork. Booooo.

-Hang the wooden shelf in the bathroom.

-Hang Pete's calendar and at least 2 other pretty things on the walls.

Wish me luck. Someday I hope to have more interesting things to write about than my adventures in being less of a slob, but this is what I'm thinking about on Friday afternoon. I need to get a life.