Work life

I feel very fortunate to have the jobs that I do.  Many people raise a brow and often do the double take of "huh" when I tell them what I do for a living.  I am a wife, a mother, I run my families brokerage website and from time to time.... I am a funeral directors assistant. 

Today I am playing the roll of working Momma at the Coquille funeral home today.   It's exceptionally peaceful here in Coquille as it's a very small town just a stones throw from the Oregon coast.  The sky out is incredible and my little someone happened to take notice of it when I had opened the front door for a little fresh air.  She tends to be pretty well behaved when she's with me at work, self absorbed in coloring books or dressing up her build a bear kitty, Sassy.  (yeah.. they make other things than bears, who knew??)  For quite some time I became rather oblivious myself reading stuff on the net when I heard a little peep at the front door about how pretty it was outside.  

I agreed with her and snapped a quick photo of her admiring the day.


Since I can't go too far from the phone (nope, portable is NOT an option here) I wandered out just past the porch to enjoy the sun and decided to snap another shot off.


I feel incredibly lucky that I can bring her to work with me once in a while.  :)

First impressions can be totally wrong

a little retro rewind today as I was looking through older photos of mine. ; ) 

Remember the first time you ever saw your favorite little furries face?  Feeling the need to give Molly a playmate after fostering a little Corgi for a short time we found an ad for BeBe.  For me it was utter LOVE at first site,  Aaron wasn't so sure.  At that time we had no clue what Isabella coloring was and he thought he looked like an old dog.  (hardly!!)

Amazing how that all changed the moment he stepped out of the rig.  Have you ever seen what a grown 6'2" man looks like plopped on the ground cuddling a little dog?  Looks about like this.  Of course being the loving wife that I am I have to razz him from time to time about that "old" dog he nearly passed up.  If I remember right he had just turned 2. LOL

Laundry Hell ... err Space

We live in what I like to call the proverbial shoe box. This house is approximately 960 sqft, on a 4,792 sqft lot built in 1925.  It has it's perks which include TONS of beautiful flowers that like to bloom at various times of the year. ( I've been told there was an avid gardener that owned it before our landlord bought it ), there is a decent size fenced in yard on the back and side of the house for the girls and Dach's to romp in safety, it's on a quiet street and for now .. it's simply home as tiny as it may be.  People who live in 1500-2000 sqft homes.. I envy you but I don't have to clean as many windows. HA!  ;)


But with tiny there is sacrifice.  There isn't the luxury of having 2 bathrooms. I can't go hide on the side of the tub and read a magazine in peace as we have the no camping rule.  Ha!  The girl's bedroom is small without a closet.  Yay for bunkbeds.  The place my hubby and I call our "desk space" is also shared by a bit of a pantry type closet, our washer and dryer and shelves I asked him to put in place to help with the storage issue for things I didn't want out in the garage in totes.  


Which brings me to the laundry "hell" as I call it.  I have a great hanging system in place.  Lovely shelf above that hubby hung up and thoughtfully chose the brackets that you can hang a dowel from.  Smart man!  It works great, I fold the foldables and hang the hangables ( yes totally not words but they made me smile )  It's a nice little system.  Each girl has their own hangers, Dad and I share the same ones.  My oldest knows which of hers to grab and put away.  ( Sort of the same system in their room since it's lacking a closet ) 


But when I turn around I see this ... UGH!!!

A complete cluster, a mess, a catch all on days when cleaning seems over rated.  It gets out of hand. There is no real system here.  Just clutter in my book.  


Today  .. I had an idea.  I had asked hubby to zip down to the post office and pick up some boxes as I've begun to part with some things.  They were closed for the night but their P.O. Box area is always open and usually they have a box space with different sizes for shipping.  Not realizing flat rate has gotten kinda scary that's what I asked him to get.  Oh well .. Useless pretty much except when the large box was sitting there on the washer I decided to fold it up and sit it on the shelf.  Hmmmmm ... 


3 large and 2 medium boxes
1 handy dandy Elmers glue stick nabbed from Zoe's art box
Roll of trusty packaging tape
Scissors
5 sheets of 12 x 12 scrap booking paper 


and walla ... 

ORDER!   TIDINESS!  HAPPINESS!  

(excuse the boxes to the right, we're planning a garage sale.. that mess makes me NUTS!!)