House, anyone?

Sniff sniff...our house is officially on the market. I love our house and it kinda made me sad since it was our first home, the home we brought baby Griff home to, the house we made baby Griff in...TMI? Sorry. It was kind of obvious.

Anyway...anyone want a house??? Go here and check it out! I'll post some before kitchen pics when I get my computer from my hubster.

http://www.realtor.com/realestateandhomes-detail/1374-Kirby-Rd_Memphis_TN_38120_1114364650?gate=ghs_2 

One last house story for the road:

We had some guys come out and blow away the leaves in our front yard. They were parked out front and their truck got hit by a car. Mom was at home watching Griffin and it cracked her up (sorry leaf guys) because she thinks our awesome house is cursed and she finally got to experience it first hand. Lesson learned: Don't park on our street!

P.S. Don't tell anyone who is actually interested in our house about this small issue.

It's a good one!

You gotta ask...

I was walking through the halls of the hospital today when  a man looked at me and asked, "What's your name?"

I said..."Kat..."

He then proceeds to ask if I have a boyfriend.

To which I reply,"Well...I'm married..."

He goes, "Well...you gotta ask."

Really? Do ya? Hmm...

It reminded me of my semester in Italy. Mmmmm pizza.

Elizabeth Taylor's Destruction of the Day

Lizzie's turn!

I was sitting in the den tonight waiting for my dear husband to come home.

When...I hear a slight cough come from my nice clean dining room.

Then I hear a gag...


Then what could only be...

A Saint Bernard narfing on my rug.

That's right. She blew chunks in my dining room that has sustained a flood and fire this week. I think this was the worst disaster so far.

Gross!

I will not lie. I seriously considered leaving if for Andrew to clean up when he comes home tonight. The boy has had housekeeping cleaning his room all week...and the place he stays had someone bring him ice and peanut brittle before bed every night. I'm just saying...he sure didn't have to paint any ceilings or clean out any closets this week. What's a little (lot) Saint Upchuck?

Luckily for him I decided to take care of it and just get it over with. Like a bandaid.

And....gross!

Kat's Destruction of the Day

So....in lieu of Griffin causing some form of mayhem, I decided to do it myself today. Give the guy a much needed break.

Our garage is a 2 door deal. It's not huge.

A while ago I hit the garage door frame with my car side mirror and took a chunk out of it.

Years later....Andrew puttied it....then I sanded it and painted it. It looks glorious!

As I was pulling out of the garage this morning to head to my Bible Study, I was admiring this beautification of our home. I was thinking to myself, "Man! You can't even tell it was jacked up!"

When...

All of a sudden...

I hit the other side of the garage door frame with my other side mirror and took a chunk out of it.

Blast.

Time to retrieve the putty...and paint...

Is there any way to blame this on Griffin?

Griff's Destruction of the Day

My little lovebug must have misread my previous blog to mean "Mama wants me to implode the house."

Not really but he has just recently begun to find new ways to increase his messiness factor. Conveniently when we are trying to unmess the house.

Today's mission:

Pour mouthwash all over the bathroom floor/rug/dinosaur pajamas.

Mission accomplished!

And...my Saint Bernard is on the rag.

Where is that live in housekeeper...I wasn't kidding.

Stress does bad things

I forgot about this story until Anne put up a picture on Facebook.

So....

Halloween...

NYC...

I wear the same devil ears that I wore on my wedding night (oh yes I did) all day.

That was my costume. Lame. Next time I'll do better.

It was slightly appropriate though considering I was just a little stressed out that day for some reason. I was just worried that Andrew, Anne, and I wouldn't be able to run the marathon together since we all had different colors, different waves, and different corrals. {of course in the end we made it happen...rules? we don't need no stinkin' rules!} "They can't control 43,000 people! We will revolt!"

Anne and I decided to get some coffee...mmmm....coffee...that helps with the whole stress thing (decaf of course).

The Starbucks in NYC are not made for my massive Chicco (pronounced Kiko apparently) stroller. I was trying to maneuver it through the tiny store...knocking into people and their possessions...I needed coffee dangit!

I ordered my favorite (soy latte with sugar-free hazelnut..mmm....yum) and the barista says to me, "I didn't know the devil drank soy."

"What?? What is that supposed to mean? Why are you calling me the devil? It's not my fault your store is too small for the general population!"

"Uh...you're wearing devil horns."

"Oh. Yes. I see. Well. Thank you for the coffee. I will be on my way now. Thank you very much, barista. Sir. Er. Happy Halloween."

Then, out on the sidewalk. My huge Kiko tipped over and my coffee went everywhere and that did not help matters but alas I survived. No coffee for me.

Again, poor Andrew. The poor poor dear.

Disaster Zone

I'm beginning  to wonder how the heck my house is going to stay pristine while Andrew is a 41+ hour drive away, I'm working, and Griffin is a hurricane of destruction....

Not that I don't think it can be done...

Or that I am not so excited to be moving to Seattle....

But my realtor may be unpleasantly surprised more than a couple times if I have any more  days like I did today and the house ends up being shown if we ever get it on the market.

Typical acts of destruction:
-dumping dinner on the floor or on Elizabeth Taylor
-emptying kitchen cabinets
-rearranging the refrigerator

Especially catastrophic events:
-Dumping dog food on the floor then rapidly spreading it all over the kitchen (yes, Andrew, I am feeding the dogs)
-Pooping in the bathtub
-Pulling all the toilet paper off the roll
-Dumping out a huuuuge bowl of water (why did I put the dog's water bowl in the dining room and leave the baby gate open?  I take full responsibility for this) on the dining room floor then continuing to speed crawl through the flood and spread said water EVERYWHERE while I ran for towels.

Anybody looking for a full-time housekeeping job??

Another fun thing happened today...I almost set myself on fire. Yep.  Not kidding. I love the dining room chandelier. I really do. But...it is a disaster waiting to happen.

I was cleaning it (because I am obsessively improving our house in hopes that it helps it sell quickly) when  all of a sudden I touched one bulb and it immediately burst into flames. Awesome.

I yelled for Griffin to stop, drop and roll while I checked my clothes for sparks of death. I survived.

Maybe this is a sign that I shouldn't be cleaning. It isn't safe for me and mine. Sorry Andrew and realtor. I'm just doing what's best for the family.


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