I did it !

I think I told you some time ago about buying the book "Getting Organized" and losing the book? :)

Well the other day I ran across the book Sat down to read and to see what tips I might incorporate that might get me started somehow in straightening out and throwing away stuff in our house.

Ever since my knee replacement surgery last April,even though I am fully recovered, I have not been motivated to do much in the "getting organized" vein.

I had mostly "wanted to organize and straighten up" the unfinished , storage part of our basement. I would sneak a peek when I got cleaning supplies from a shelf down there or a soft drink from the small second fridge or a doggie potty pad for Buddy.

One day I looked around and said " I just can't face this mess. And don't know where to start making order out of chaos in here. Too big a job to tackle.

That night I sat down with the "Getting Organized" book and read a suggestion about getting started on a daunting task. To paraphrase, it suggested parring down the task into bite size pieces. One shelf at a time. One box at a time. One corner of the room at a time, and by all means STOP BEFORE YOU GET TOO TIRED.

I Started this past Saturday. Continued on Sunday. Tackled another corner on Monday.

Finished up today..
I stood and admired my accomplishment.
Called hubby to COME LOOK
He was impressed.

He said "Wow. Now I can enjoy riding the treadmill in here :)

Hip Hip Hooray for me !!
I feel GOOD -- I DID IT.!!

STRIKE UP THE BAND!!

Where have I been ?

I must apologize for being AWOL for so long recently. No excuse except a bad case of the blahs, and the IPHONE takes too much of my time. The Iphone is a fun toy. I don't use it much for the telephone function. I send and receive more text messages with my grandchildren and adult children than phone calls. I also have become addicted to "Words With Friends" the game. Remember that is the game that Alec Baldwin refused to turn off on the airplane. He got kicked off the plane for being such a jerk. :)

This week I have been very busy keeping our daughter's 3 dogs while daughter,SIL and the 2 grands go on spring break to Florida. Sweet dogs but with extra plus Buddy that makes 4 and a handful.

Plus this: Saturday hubby and I were getting ready to go out to dinner with friends. I was dressed already so I came downstairs to put the leash on Bella, one of the little doggies. As I bent over' Bella, a small Havanese, gave a hard jerk and I toppled over onto the floor, As I went down I fell into a small rigid plastic trash can which broke leaving a jagged edge and several pieces, My earlobe was cut and also several small cuts , one on my face and several on my neck. Sam, my hubby rushed down from upstairs when he heard the ruckus and me yelling for help.

I was bleeding but not real badly. The worst part was I couldn't get up. For a while it has been difficult for me to get up from a prone position flat on the floor. It took about 30 minutes, trying various lifting positions for me to get up. The fall and the stress of trying to get up knocked the wind out of my sails. I am fortunate I was not hurt worse.

I have discussed my tendency to fall with my doctor. He just says it is part of the"aging process" and to try exercise to build up strength in my hips and legs.

Getting old is "for the birds" is WHAT I SAY.... <(:O--< Yikes!! --- %&&%%**

Anyway.....

Here's wishing you an early "Happy St Patrick's Day.

And may the Luck of the Irish be with you ...and with me :)