Itty Bitty Living Space

We closed on the house last week. I even cried a little. I am not sure if it's because I have so many fond memories in that place, or because 8 of us plus the giant poodle, are now crammed into a 3 bedroom apartment until the Dream House is finished. Which could be the end of September,but does that really mean October?

Moving all our junk (not that kind of junk)was a little traumatic. And appalling. How did I not throw away a receipt dated 1994??? I have moved twice since then! Will I turn into one of those creepy people they show on those Clean House shows? They move the bed and there is a dust bunny the size of South Dakota, along with dozens of bottles with 1/100th of an inch of lotion in them, a gallon of home brewed penicillin, 5,000 Cool Whip containers and maybe some disco clothes from 1979? Maybe there is a whole civilization living under my kitchen sink! Little creatures that like to eat Magic Erasers and Brillo Pads.

Seriously, my house was not that bad, but when you start sorting out your 'stuff', you see yourself like someone else would, if they were sorting your 'stuff'. And I don't want what they see to be 'Neurotic'.Like why is there a computer game in the craft box, that is practically a DOS program?? If I clutter my new home like that, someone do an intervention.

As Big G was cleaning the attic of insulation (it's a buyers market and they make you do everything)apparently the bats had returned. That night, he is taking out the trash and sees a little minion of darkness clinging to the INSIDE of the storm door.I had walked past that thing and didn't know it. Ewww! So we 'flicked' it off of the door and it lay on it's back in the driveway making really evil faces at us. Wish I'd gotten a picture.Let me tell you, bats have faces. It kept coming back, one day hanging under the overhead light, the next on the inside of the storm door AGAIN! Finally, my beautiful and brilliant daughter KK executed it. It was 'stickacide'. Death by a stick. She made an executive decision that the bat was not welcome at our back door anymore and put down some martial law. I think she will be fine at college. If she can kill a bat, she can handle a college boy.In retrospect, it was probably good she did that, maybe it had rabies. College boys do too, so she is ready for everything.Here's my little Buffy.



and the minion of darkness...not actual photo by the way, but all minions look pretty much alike.



On a happier note, the new apartment is very nice, no bats so far,even if we are crammed in here. It has excellent security and a beautiful pool. The kids started the new school year yesterday, and the buses eventually stopped for them. Maybe Big G's giant signs helped.And throwing rocks. Just kidding...but seriously...

My dog, on the other hand, has forgotten that the outside is for doing the business. She was spoiled being turned loose in a fenced yard. Now she is on a leash. And far be it for her to do the doo whilst on a leash. So enter the Spot Bot. Love that thing! Fill it with cleaning solution, set it on the spot, turn it on,walk away, and it takes care of everything. No more getting on my hands and knees scrubbing and silently cursing my four legged friend. Hey, friends don't dump on your carpet! She better get this whole squatting in the woods thing down quick, before things get really ugly around here. I may have to sell her to the circus.