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Shoes, shoes, shoes.  Why is it so easy to let shoes pile up in the closet?  I organize them, fling some, and yet ... somehow, the pile begins again all too quickly.  Company Girls were challenged to clean up our shoes this week.  Know what?  I found six pair of shoes to freecycle.  Twelve shoes headed out of my life forever.  Know what else?  Four of them were brand new.  Oops!  And while digging through the shoes, I found a brand new purse that I bought last year when I thought I really 'needed' 3 different red purses for winter.  But I'm not quite ready to freecycle those.  Yet.

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Dispensing....this small thing was one I did NOT want to do.  My procrastination was ridiculous because I knew there were 6 soap dispensers and it would take me no time at all.  (I'm OCD and tend to keep my dispensers pretty clean anyway.)  I put this off in a state of rebellion until after dinner...at which time I took the less-than-10-minutes to give them a nice scrubbing.  How easy was THAT?  Come join the Company Girls!

Maggie. Hunter. In that order.

This is my Maggie.

Maggie May.  Yes, after Rod's song.  We've had Maggie since 1997 and it was estimated that she was probably 3 years old then (we were her 3rd family).  That makes her about the age of DD#3/#4.  Which makes me nervous.  Maggie's a big girl (yes, takes after her mama LOL) and big girls don't usually make it much into their teen years.  Maggie's never had an enemy (except feline).  The yard man, the weed man, even late night TP'ers are her best friends.  Maggie is deaf, having lost what seems to be the last of her hearing in the last month.  She has cataracts.  She has lumps and bumps that I know aren't normal.  But she is happy, pain-free, stares at me with the most soulful eyes I've ever seen, and still comes running to me when I open my arms.  I tell her she's my favorite girl.  My real girls scoff, but they know she's my favorite furry girl.

This is my Maggie.  I love her.

 

This is Hunter.

"My" does not apply to Hunter.  He is not mine.  He is his own.  We 'inherited' Hunter a few years back and he is now 8.  Hunter has nicknames:  Hunter Bunter (no, we're not good poets), Dumb Dog, and, hubby's personal favorite:  Hunter-I-don't-like-you.  Now if you say any of these to him with a smile on your face, he will smile back and wag his tail in a clockwise circle.  Hunter eats my peaches until he's sick for days on end.  Hunter howls at leaves.  Hunter howls at oxygen.  Hunter wakes us up early on the weekends by barking at hot air balloons.  Hunter spent time in Doggy Jail and lived to tell about it.  Hunter eats sprinkler heads faster than hubby can replace them.  (See above nickname.)  Hunter pees on anything he looks at.  But, in spite of all of his Hunter-I-don't-like-you traits, Hunter tries so hard to please and has the softest face.  Ever.

This is Hunter.  I even love him, too.

The answer is: Three feet.

The question is:  Approximately how far is this shopping cart from the "Return Carts Here" rack?  Three feet.  Unless you loaded your groceries into your trunk and then were carried away on a stretcher, can't you just take those few extra steps and return the cart?  Give me a break.  I must be getting really old since things like this are bugging me more and more.  Walk the extra three feet, folks.  Unless you're on a stretcher, of course.

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Rachel Anne Ridge over at Home Sanctuary has an amazing thing going.  "Small things."  Huh?  Small things?  What do they matter?  They matter a LOT.  Monday through Friday Rachel gives each of her "company girls" a "small thing" to do.  Yes, that's all.  Just one small thing to turn our homes into sanctuaries.  The things are easy, do-able.  Today's small thing is to do something silly over the weekend.  Huh?  Yes, do something silly to create an atmosphere of you in your home.  Rachel has captured what many of the housecleaning email lists have missed out on:  Choose one simple activity that will help make your home a sanctuary for your family.  (I'm thinking a game of Pretty Pretty Princess with my hubby and teenage daughters may be in order!)

This week I had a favorite small thing.  "How do you pick up the floor?"  Because we have new flooring, our floors have stayed pretty well picked up (this is also because not all of our furniture is back in place yet).  But it was a great reminder of how nice it looks when it's picked up and I spent about 15 minutes walking around each room and picking up a stray item here and there.  Know what?  It took very little time.  And it became a habit that I've been doing each day.

If turning my home into a sanctuary wasn't enough, Rachel Anne has PRIZES!  Oooh how I love a good prize.  Did I mention these are GOOD prizes?  Each day you participate, you track your points and send them in at the end of the month.  (I even won a couple of months back!)  If you haven't checked out the site, go do so.  It's surprisingly easy ... and a whole lot of fun.

Blessings,

Cheryl