Thick With Drama

I found some of my powder makeup in Kieran’s drawer today. I asked him what that was about and he said he needs it for his cheeks in the morning because the makeup comes off at night. He picked up the face powder, opened the container and began smearing it on his cheeks. It’s flesh color so you really can’t see it. Good grief. There’s worse things right?

Like the other day Kierran wasn’t feeling well. His stomach was sour. All he ate was an applesauce cup and drank two small glasses of water. The next morning he awoke and was starving. He ate pancakes and bacon and begged for a Gatorade. I was hesitant but he did only have two small glasses of water the previous day. He must be dehydrated from the day before so I let him have the small bottle of red Gatorade. 

Stupid. 

10 minutes later all of it came up on my couch and carpet. Red, chunky, projectile vomit. UGH! I moved him to the bathroom in front of the toilet and directed him to stay. Right then a person renting our chicken plucker pulled into the driveway. I think I failed to mention Scott wasn’t home AGAIN! I handled the plucker business and came back inside to find the dog eating the puke. WHAT THE HECK! (I really didn’t think the word heck) I peeled Linus away, trapped him upstairs and ran to the bathroom to find Kierran in the same spot which surprised me. He REALLY must not be feeling well because that has to be the longest he’s ever followed directions. In the tub he goes. Cleaning here I come.

After everything and everyone was cleaned up I started packing up the living room. Kierran lay in a box near me looking pathetic. 


Cute but pathetic. He started dozing in and out of sleep. Poor boy. I thought he would have woken with a start when his brothers yelled from up stairs. “MOM!!! MOM!!! ALASKA STATE TROOPERS IS ON NETFLIX!” But Kierran lay there, in the box motionless. The boys LOVE Alaska State Troopers. That will keep them happy and out of my hair for a few days. Thank you Netflix. Moments later they yell from upstairs again, ” MOM! MOM! We saw Mr. Piscoya!!!” He’s a friend of ours and a Lt. at the AST. Kierran remains motionless but manages to mutter in the most self pity filled, on the verge of tears voice, “Their dreams are coming true…but mine aren’t…because I’m sick.”

I burst out laughing. Kierran did not find it comical. I couldn’t text Scott the story fast enough. Who needs girls when you have this drama coming from boys!

Garage Sale

A part of moving is decluttering. Part of decluttering is hosting a garage sale! I enjoy garage sales. They can be slightly overwhelming but worth it when you get cash for clutter. I can recall my mom having lots of sales growing up maybe that’s where I get my affection for them from.

When I decided to have a sale I did a little pineresting and found some good ideas about how much change to have on hand, how to organize your items, and sign ideas. I dedicated about 2 hours one evening to signs. I love drawing and this was a great opportunity to get the kids in bed and have some fun me time.


90% of the people who came to my garage sale commented on the marketing. 

I had to stop by and meet the person who made those signs!

I don’t need anything but I knew whoever made those signs was cool! (He ended up buying some things)

Your signs are the best!

The variety of popular pop culture icons brought in a very diverse crowd. Not just the typical garage sale shoppers. It also attracted a couple critics. My sister posted on a couple local FB sale sites and one person commented with an angry emoji. Huh?? (Side note- this is an example of why I’m happy to no longer be on FB) When questioned by another random person the poster responded that “We are all tired of her. It’s as bad as YOLO” Uhhh who is we? You speak for the masses of garage sale sign haters? Well we didn’t respond because my address was posted and there are some crazies out there. True to crazy, that guy must have sent out a bat call and one of his cronies tore my sign down 😕 My feelers were slightly hurt. I spent time on that and good grief it’s a sign! Ultimately I dismissed it and decided I’m grateful to be off FB and grateful my life isn’t so out of control I get spun up about garage sale signs. 

Fun weekend overall hanging out with my sister, making a few bucks and getting rid of some clutter. The hard part is now dividing the remaining items into donate, Craigslist and dump piles then actually getting these piles out of the house and not back into the crawl space. 

Best part of the weekend goes to the full price offer we got on the house!!!