Be gone!

I duplicated a this post on both blogs because they pretty much go hand in hand, but some slight modifications for the home board readers. But Kylee is growing fast, don't miss a moment, she gets her next measuring today! Google Kylee's Playground or scroll a bit if you lost the link. (There are new photos in this entry that aren't over there).

Mama and kiddles.


SO! Since Kylee is not interesting in being told where to go, and only making the small attempt of getting to the garage, we had to clean it. It really should have never gotten that bad to begin and both of us paused often to wonder where it all came from, as we don't really go out there except as passage to the backyard. Apparently, in some sort of hyptnotised unawareness, we were throwing garbage arbitrarilly while we made that passage.

Before: /embarrassed

After: /glee!

All that remains are my halloween needs and christmas box. While cleaning I not only stepped in Kylee whoops-s, but damned near took a fall slipping on one particular pile of fun. I skid awkwardly for about two feet as though on roller skates. Click to enlage the above and you will see the Kylee Lunge At Simon Game. The look on his face is one he carries most of the day.

End of day we moved out more junk than ever should have been in a house. We unloaded 3 dryers, one treadmill, one dead stair-master, chairs and table from a dining set we haven't used since pre-marriage 5 years ago and about 50 million empty bud-light boxes. Oh and the pool.

Dryer #3 died and this is how we have been drying our clothes:

I have to laugh that Mr. Morgan draped his Bert and Ernie drawers over the bath nozzle that way, but I'm sure it was by chance. And yes, it's filthy, I don't use it so rarely assault it with cleaning supplies.

It all more than filled the truck, and for a mere 11 dollars is out of our lives. I have never felt more wasteful. Humans collect shit, I know it's our nature. We collect it, then rent little storages houses to collect the shit we can't fit because of the other shit. It's interesting, and while I am glad to see our crap gone, it still sort of guilts me because someone is out there burying our greed of items into the planet.

We purchased a shiny new dryer this morning and two full grown people are excited about it and having discussions and bets on how long it will take to fluff a load. This is when you know you have become your parents.

-DM

ps - Did I say fluff a load? Lol, niiiiiice.