Home Sweet Disaster

Yesterday we officially moved everything out of our old house and into our new house. Well, we actually had a lot of help. We had about 10 people help us transfer the boxes onto the truck and about 9 different people help us unpack them. We have some wondeful friends. Not to mention my friend Alacey who watched my two kids, so I could be involved.

You know how it goes...now that everything is out of our old place, we had to scrub and clean it like crazy to get our deposit back. Today another friend, Melissa, watched my kids so that I could clean dirt, hair, grease, crusty old food and who knows what else off of every surface of our home. The Arizona sun is so intense that my white blinds that were not in direct contact with the sun are still white, while the portion of the blinds that was exposed to the sun is actually more of a yellowy color. Are they cheap blinds? Of course, nothing but quality for renters.

While cleaning, I sliced two different fingers open and blood started gushing everywhere. Of course there is no band-aid in the house because those are all at our new home. I also think that I am officially too old to be on my knees scrubbing tile for extended periods of time. Ouch! The best part though, or as Mastercard would say, the "priceless" part was being able to clean with Derek.

Most people think that Derek is a pretty grounded, serious guy. I admit that I didn't even know he had a goofy side until after we were married. (We didn't date for very long, I'll blog more on that after I get moved in.) His family were all shocked that I didn't realize he could be goofy, but most people don't see his crazy side. Well, let me tell you that the entire time he cleaned, he was singing songs. I usually get one song in my head and it annoys me all day. Typically that song is, "Robin Hood and Little John running through the forest. Catching...." from Disney's Robin Hood which is rather strange since we don't own the video. I think Derek whistles the tune all the time and then I'm stuck with it. But today, he was all across the board with his music selection. If I would've had our digital camera, I would've taken video, but guess where it was? That's right! Our new house. So, here's a sampling of what I heard:

"Oh I guess it would be nice, if I could touch your body, I know not everybody, has got a body like you." He was not singing this to me people. We were cleaning!

"Too hot to handle, too cold to hold. They call the Ghostbusters. Got it in control." My husband always says that I used to listen to a lot of "booty music" as he calls it. This is about as "booty music" as he gets.

"76 Trombones lead the big parade!" This is from growing up in a house where they listen almost exclusively to musicals.

"A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief..." I'm telling you, there is no radio station that can switch musical genres like this man's mind.

There was a lot more, but my mind is about fried at this point. Tomorrow we begin unpacking this mess you see pictured. Wish me luck!