The World's Cleanest House

I have toiled, and toiled, and toiled some more, and when I was done with toiling I turned to Moses and started the nagging. The result is the cleanest, most spic and span house I have ever lived in since I moved out of my mother's house. Our house went on the market today, so it is time to ramp up that visualization/universe controlling thing that I know you all can do! If you know our address you can check out our posting on Longrealty.com. In a few days there should be pictures and a virtual tour.

Group Project

Okay loyal Garden readers (all three of you), I need your help. Moses and I are putting our house on the market the end of next week and in this craptastic housing market, we need to sell fast. So we are pulling out all the stops, and I need your help. If you have a minute, I would like you to visualize Moses and Kerry having an offer on their house within two weeks of putting it on the market. Yes, this is group visualization a la that psycho-weirdo book "The Secret." Did I read "The Secret"? No. But I did read about it and from what I read about it, to get what you want in this life, all you have to do is visualize it happening. And plus, Oprah likes it and she's a billionaire. So I am visualizing getting an offer on my house within two weeks of it going on the market, begging the universe as it were, for some good housing karma. Because I am stressed and desperate. And, I figure, if one visualization is good, more must be better. So, everybody here we go: visualize an offer on my house within two weeks. Oh, and also, visualize a decent offer, because I don't want to take any more of schooling on this deal than I have to. Okay, great! Keep that visualization up and I'll keep you posted on the universe's response. Also, if you have any other means of controlling the universe or bending it to your will, that's great, please use that too, I am not picky. Thanks!

Stick a Fork in Me, 'Cause I'm Done

In case you didn't know, me and mine are packing up and moving on....to Flagstaff. Moses got a job at the U.S. Geological Survey, that he is very excited about, and by some weird, worlds colliding, stars aligning, federal-government-human-resources miracle, my work is allowing me to telecommute from Flagstaff with the occasional personal appearance in the Phoenix office. We must be living right, because I never would have dreamed that would happen in a million years. Unfortunately, moving-on also means moving out, which means selling our house. Which means finishing all the things we should have finished two years ago when we moved into this house. Which, for me, means painting, painting, and then some more painting (to be followed this weekend by cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, and then some more cleaning). I took a mental health day today to finish up the painting, painting, painting, and I'm exhausted. And I also have an on-going case of moving-anxiety-stomach. (I send all of my stress to my stomach and shoulders, but for some reason, moving-anxiety has taken up rather permanent residence in my stomach while the shoulders are not so bad).
Probably my exhaustion was contributed to by swimming at an unseemly hour this morning (yes I'm back to that again....nothing kicks my rear exercise-wise like a good work out in the pool). After my swim, out tired an exhausted self pity, I went to through the Starbucks drive-through where I encountered the best drive through person ever. When I pulled up, this sonorous, girlfriend kind of voice that could have belong to some skinny young guy or a large black woman (really, it could have gone either way) greeted me with most enthusiastic and sincere, yet non-annoying, "how are you this morning?" When I pulled to the window, I was greeted by a man who, I am willing to bet large sums of money was gayer than April in Paris, with: "Good morning, Tall Decaf Vanilla Latte!" followed by, "oh, and a blueberry scone, you're going to love that!" and "look at you with your cute short, hair!" Yes! Look at my cute short hair! Oh, Mr. Gay Barrista, you totally made my morning!