Tidbit Thursday

Last night, around 9-ish, my brother calls to inform us (Aaron, Greg, and me) that JM, the owner of the townhouse, is visiting tomorrow (today) to show the townhouse to a potential renter!

If you've seen the pictures on my Flickr account (and you're going to have to root around in there to find them) of various rooms around the townhouse, then you have an idea of what the usual state of disaster the place is. So, it wasn't fun to start a mad dash of cleaning/packing at 9pm. But, surprisingly, we accomplished A LOT in a little over an hour.

Here was the Plan of Action:

Kitchen: Me

Living/Dining Area: Greg

Upstairs hallway and bathroom: Aaron

The kitchen was a huge mess. This past week, we've been cooking our meals rather than ordering out to save some money. So, you can probably imagine the state of mess the kitchen was in. I don't think anyone had cleaned up their cooking mess (pots and pans, plates, etc) since last Saturday. Seriously. But, on a bright side, the dishes in the dishwasher were clean, just nothing else in the kitchen was. Personally, I LOVE to clean kitchens. Of all rooms in the house to clean, I feel the kitchen shows the most 'work done' when cleaning the kitchen is complete. On the other hand, I absolutely HATE putting the dishes away. I can not stand it one bit. I was under the impression, with the 'deal' Aaron and I made so many months ago, that Aaron was going to unload the dishwasher and I would load it. Uh, yeah, I can't remember the last time Aaron unloaded the dishwasher. Anyway, last night, Greg unloaded the dishwasher for me and I continued with cleaning the kitchen. Oh, just to give you a more accurate image for your imagination about the complete mess the kitchen was in, there were so many dirty dishes in the sink, and on the counter and stove, that I ended up washing a good amount by hand as well. Once the dishes were washed and/or loaded in the dishwasher, I began working on the counters and stove. Like I said, no one had cleaned or straightened up their cooking messes since last Saturday, so the stove and counter needed much work. With the stove, I debated if I wanted to clean the inside as well, but decided to do that before we move out. But, I did take out the burners and cleaned that nasty ring around the burner and all the gunk that falls into the stove, Yay Me, as well as cleaned the front and hood of the stove. Then, came the kitchen floor. We have a rug in front of the sink that the dog likes to lay on so it was full of hair. At first, I tried to just sweep the rug, but that was futile and ended up getting my old vacuum cleaner out; and while I was vacuuming the rug, I decided to vacuum the a/c vent since the tree fell into it (another weird story to tell). So, as I was doing all of the above, Greg and Aaron were doing their things as well, then Greg comes into the kitchen and we have the following conversation:

Greg: "Wow! The kitchen looks amazing!"
Me: "Thanks"
Greg: "Seriously, you did a great job. The kitchen was a complete mess when you started."
Me: "Yeah, well I like cleaning the kitchen. I just hate unloading the dishwasher."
Greg: "Oh My God! You're so amazing. I am so totally going to marry you. (Me giving him a puzzled look) Our relationship is going to be perfect; I don't like cleaning the kitchen and don't mind unloading the dishwasher.
Me: "Ah. I see."

So, based on that conversation, I am going to assume that I will be the one that will be cleaning the kitchen and he will be unloading the dishwasher. Meh. Works for me.

Oy! What a day, what a day.

First and foremost, I started the dreaded monthly thing. Which, was weird I might add and the reason being is because I've had no warnings from my body that 'it' was coming, unlike the last few months. Oh, and had weird conversation with Greg this morning pertaining to my visitor (who, I might add was later than I was expecting and getting slightly worried since I didn't have any heads up IF she was even coming...), but here goes the conversation:

Me: "Shit"
Greg: "What?... Oh"
(I was in the bathroom going pee-pee and left the door open, so when I said "shit" he looked over and saw the reasoning in my ALL WHITE underwear)
Me: "Can you get me a pad and change of underwear?"
Greg: "Where are the pads?" ... "Oh, here they are"
Greg walks to the bathroom door about to hand me the requested items when I state...
Me: "I don't want that pair of underwear, they're too big. Can you find me another pair?"
Greg give me that look and tosses the pad at me as he looks for another pair of underwear...
Greg: "Are these ok?"
Me: "Yes, thank you"
Greg tosses the better pair to me and the rest of the morning insues...

The morning starts off nice and slow. I read my comic strip, check the email and reply, read the news, etc... create this post, and decide to play with blogger templates. I feel it's time to change the layout and what not.

So, for a good chunck of the morning I am searching google for templates and what not and play with the HTML. All the way, previewing what I've done along the way. I didn't save anything because I kept getting distracted by work and the internet.

Later in the day, I check my blog. To my surprise the post from this morning doesn't show up, even after I closed IE, cleaned out my history, cache, and cookies.

Now I wonder if this post is even going to make it for everyone's viewing pleasure.

But, I shall write as if nothing's going on... I can fake it pretty well.

Damn. I forgot what else I was going to say...

If I remember, I'll write it tonight, otherwise, I'm just going to finish this and find something else to do.

Spring Cleaning!

All we, Sean, Aaron, and I, have done today is clean!

This morning, once Amelia was asleep, I ran out to Giant and picked up some cleaning supplies and products. I spent $75! Sheesh!

We've cleaned a lot of the little stuff, such as the doors, steps, walls, etc. As well as the floors, laundry, tub, etc. Just a lot to do! And, we're doing pretty good with time.

What has motivated this extensive cleaning is the landlords pending visit. We haven't talked to her since Friday. We don't even know if she is in fact coming over but we don't want to take the chance of her stopping by and the place looking like it did. I am planning on taking pictures once we're done.

Amelia has been ok, so far. I haven't been able to do much for my room because I was working on the kitchen and bathroom. So, I called Greg to see if he would watch Amelia for a few hours so I could get my stuff done and his responce was "It's my day off." He's gets a whole day to himself. I am with Amelia every single day. All I asked was for a few hours and all he could tell me what that it's his day off. What the fuck! I ended the conversation with something along the lines of something about playing his computer games and he mentioned something about the Mon Wed Fri when he's over as my days off, even though I still help him with Amelia, and I said fine and hung up on him. I was, and still am, pissed that he would rather spend all fucking day playing his precious computer games (and do his laundry, which was needed and he's been up since 9:30am and I asked him how he was on his task of things to do and he said he was fine and that is when I asked if I could drop Amelia off so I could get my tasks done) and he basically said no because he wants to play games. We only have a little more than 3 weeks to pack and clean. I want to get a head start and the only time is on the weekends. I am so angry and hurt right now. I don't plan on calling Greg at all today. I don't even know if I want to talk to him. Period.