But, my oldest daughter, Heather, and her fiance, Henry, came into town this past weekend for a short visit. They had made plans to attend the festivities at Galveston's Mardis Gras, so they decided to drop by our house beforehand, for dinner.
While organizing the master bedroom closet, Deputy Dave found a wand for Heather which we glued more gaudy things to so it would really stand out.
Deputy Dave had also found this incredible gold crown for Henry to wear for Mardi Gras. These additions made their Mardis Gras get-up even more fun.
Another reason for the kiddos to stop by our house on their way to party in Galveston besides eating dinner together? They needed to drop off the dogs, of course! Two more Australian Shepherds for us to enjoy overnight.
|Tux, the old guy, in Deputy Dave's lap is the BEST Aussie EVER!|
Dunk is the other Aussie --- Dunk is Howdy's offspring. Last visit, Dunk
attacked Miss Speckles, but this visit he was supervised in hawk-like fashion.
Tux is the most lovable Aussie on the planet, or so it seems. He is rather large, but a big baby.
Dunk is over two years old now, but he's like a toddler, always looking for trouble. The good thing about him getting to spend a couple of days with us is...I was able to take a few trips into the backyard with him so he could be around the chickens while I stood nearby with my bamboo stick in hand.
Since his last visit found Miss Speckles in his jaws, nearly killed, it's great to do a bit of re-training while we can. He didn't even look cross-eyed at my chickens with me on guard. It was good to get in a bit of chicken-attack rehabilitation for Dunk.
I can attest to the fact that it's not easy to get your house ready to sell when you have five dogs in the house. Everything comes to a stop. You can't really clean properly or paint or dust or keep the floors glossy; you can't do much of anything with five dogs on your heels.
However, I did get to spend time in Stefie's room organizing a few things for packing. She's away at college, so I get to do all of this by myself. Ya!
Both of my daughters have numerous China dolls that their grandma Helen had purchased for them throughout the years. Each time they received one of these dolls, they'd come to me with dread, "MOM, we don't want these dolls, but she keeps buying them for us, even though we tell her we don't want it! She doesn't hear us because SHE loves the the dolls so much, but we think they are super creepy! They can't go in our room, we don't want to see them or them to see us!"
Too many horror movies my dears.
Regardless, the dolls remained hidden or packed away. After the hurricane hit our house, I decided to put out the dolls for all the little kids in the family to observe and enjoy. It's also been a good lesson in that not every doll is for play-time, some are for display. Display dolls, fun stuff!
So, the girls don't want to necessarily get rid of the dolls on a permanent basis, but they don't want them in their rooms at any of our homes; therefore, the dolls are being packed away, yet again.
As I ready them for packing, I look at them and have to agree...they are beautiful, but also a bit creepy.
And I can finally take a picture of HALF the gameroom upstairs! All the rooms upstairs are much easier for me to paint, scrub, organize, etc. because the ceilings do not tower above me; I can actually reach everything easily.
We will be having a yard sale and the stuffed animals below will be added to the goodies that will be sold. Stefie has carefully decided which stuffed animals she wants to keep, which ones she wants to add to the playroom, and which ones she is willing to kick to the curb.
Geez, it's always difficult to kick a stuffed animal to the curb AND that is the reason stuffed animals are a CURSE!
I have no problem getting rid of stuffed animals. They collect dust. They are clutter buddies. They make you feel guilty about wanting to get rid of them. They sit around taking up precious space and seem to be proud about looking ragged.
It's almost as if the stuffed animals have some kind of magical power that says, "My internal stuffing contains every good memory tied to me and if you throw me out, then you will lose a happy moment, FOREVER! HAHAHAHA" --- (Evil laugh of a stuffed animal).
I guess it's easier to start kicking when those memories are tied to old boyfriends you'd rather forget. Curb, get ready for some company!