I Screamed Like a Girl!

I did it, I forced myself to clean the garage. My main motivation was clearing the toy area so that Whitney and the cousins will play out there this weekend, and that mission was accomplished.

This is me at the beginning of the task, so not happy. Fortunately I got to listen to NPR podcasts while I did this. It helped a lot.

My spider-related skittishness wasn't put to the test until the end of the project. Funnily enough I was on the phone with Michelle at the time, so she had to hear me scream right in her ear (sorry about that). The scream was actually snake-related, though the incident piggy-backed a spider sighting. This small snake was stuck to this water bottle (ew) and died with its mouth open. It freaked me right out. What in the world happened to it?


I was moving random stuff so I could sweep out the bird seed that seems to be spread everywhere, when I happened upon the shirt to the Halloween costume Landon is wearing next week (it had a small black spider on it, nice). Whitney was wearing it the other day and rather than walk 3 more steps to throw it into the costume bin (clearly that's way too hard to do), she shoved it behind a shelf and other crap.


I have no idea what her thought-process is like but it makes me crazy!! I was muttering "Whitney!" the entire time I cleaned the garage. I found pens in with the toys, candy wrappers shoved in the toy bins (even though the trash can is right next to them), dinosaurs, hello kittys, naked Barbies, many clothespins, pipecleaners, marker lids and Littlest Pet Shops in every nook & cranny of the garage. She's trying to kill me I'm sure of it.


This is the finished toy area. Having the table clean makes all the difference for the girls. It's funny that they're the ones who always make the messes, yet end up getting shut down by them too. (Maybe this is why we end up like this as adults.) Somehow it seems simpler for them, especially since all they have to do is put the toys into bins...I don't even care which bin, just a bin. But noooo.

This is the finished look until next time.

After dropping stuff off at DI then getting gas and picking up football photos at Costco, I picked up a tasty pork salad from Cafe Rio and came home to put my feet up and eat it while watching last week's episode of Friday Night Lights. It was a tasty treat and a great reward for my 2.5 hours of garage cleaning, which really took all day.

3 dead spiders
3 live spiders
1 dead snake
= 7 palpitations

**Can you tell a difference?
What would be your reward?
Would the snake have freaked you out?**