The fact that I'm so excited about doing 40 Bags in 40 Days this year would probably lead some less savvy readers to assume that I'm totally in LUV with cleaning. And organizing. And having only the bare minimum in my house so that at any given moment if Jesus walks in and says "Follow me!" I won't say "But what about all this awesome stuff? Can we put it into vacuum packs or something so I can try carrying it on my back?". That sure would be pious wouldn't it? No, I hate cleaning. And that's why I love this challenge. 'Cause less stuff means less stuff to clean! Boom. See how I did that?
(2)So there it is- our first three bags for the first three days of Lent. To keep me on track, I'll be giving a report every Friday and linking up with with the lovely Ann Marie at White House Black Shutters (incidentally, we ALSO have a white house with black shutters, which means it would totally not be creepy of me to internet stalk her, right?).
And the report so far is this: My 9 year old daughter thinks she can still wear size 6x clothes if they're cute enough. Sorry, sistah. Your fave ice cream jammies are going on a special adventure to Goodwill 'cause mama don't play that exposed midriff even if they are only pajamas because it's the middle of winter in the midwest game!
The moral of this story is that you should totally play along too. Clean out the crud, inside and out!
Speaking of winter, can you believe this noise?
What the Aych E double hockey sticks happened to "the warmest February in the history of Michigan"? They did have fun and the white is brighter than the brown, but dude...I'm ready to garden, yo.
Hubby is pickin' up what I'm throwin' down, though. Bless him. He's rigging up a snazzy indoor green house in his workshop and we're actually going to plant stuff in it TOMORROW. Yeah baby! I'll see your snowstorm and raise you one indoor garden! Check it:
|1st- trays and lights|
|2nd- check for temperature. Zoinks! Up to 86 degrees already!|
|3rd- experiment with tin foil. Like a huge baked potato, we got it up to 101 degrees in that tray. True story!|
|4th- lift corner to practice spying on seedlings|
Do I look like I'm on drugs? (don't answer that, please) No we're not gonna let it get up to 100 degrees in the trays. Sheesh! We just had to find out the optimum distance from the light to those mini green houses before we slapped the plants in there. For no other reason than that my husband has more foresight than me.
Okay, at the risk of sounding like a broken record talking about my friend Cari so often, she has a great post up over at Catholic Exchange. Read it. Feel inspired. Don't unpack shovels before toilet paper.
As my parting gift, I present you with reason # 7,923 that we should never have our own television show. And why I probably shouldn't be allowed to have my own blog either...