I am out of boxes again, so it seems a good quitting point for packing. But the kitchen sink is whispering my name and the garbage cans are all full again.

On a more fun note, I dug out the flower pot I'm going to match paint to and a beautiful carpet in Company C's catalogue that matches perfectly without being matchy-matchy. Hopefully it's still in stock.

if all goes well, I can get the key to the new place early this week and start painting while it's empty.

Vacuuming, however? Windows? Tub scrubbing? I'll surrender any of those quickly and with an exultant heart.

Once again, Beverly and I are likethis.

Vacuuming is my personal Nemishess (spoken like Hiro). I'm terrible with floors.

But, I'm a mad dish washer. I actually begin the wash up before I sit down to eat. Grandmother taught me that cleaning up while things are hot makes for a faster and more effective wash up. Soaking? Only when I'm avoidy.

Warm water, an obvious goal and total resolution. What's not to love.

I, too, am grateful for having a w/d tucked in the living space. It may be incongruous in my bathroom, but I'm not complaining. Mmmmm...warm, cuddly laundry.

Remember the NZ couple who accidentally had millions of dollars deposited into their bank account, whereupon they took the money and ran? It looks like it's turned into a morality tale, where we see the importance of not giving yourselves away in your Facebook status if you're a criminal....

Kiwis who took the money and ran located through Facebook update

Chelada, which is a Budweiser + Clamato + lime + salt, all mixed together in a can, is just beyond words.

I have a friend who drank a unch of those last weekend at the lake. I was disgusted beyond words. GROSS.

I do not like beer very much. But a friend of mine made a VAT of Hop, Skip and Go Naked for her Mem Day party yesterday, and they were very good. It's beer, lemonade and vodka.

I choose laundry. I can do dishes; never had a dishwasher (my boyfriend has a dishwasher and it's like MAGIC to me -- you push a button and they're CLEAN OMG YAY). But I really, really hate laundry. Again, it's the folding. I am doing one last load right now -- did about 5 loads this weekend.

I also cleaned my house, bought a new, very pink, bra (hey, I am now a 36DD, I can't believe I lost a band size, hello perky! -- also, VS's sale, got the damn thing for $24.99 which is made of awesome), and I have freshly colored hair. And I am all rested and relaxed and stuff. This three day weekend stuff is the shit.

On a more fun note, I dug out the flower pot I'm going to match paint to and a beautiful carpet in Company C's catalogue that matches perfectly without being matchy-matchy. Hopefully it's still in stock.

I came across this site the other day - neat tool for color coordinating. [link] You upload an image and it gives you a grid of color ideas.

Again, it's the folding. I am doing one last load right now -- did about 5 loads this weekend.

And once again, Erin and I are as one. Folding is the Debbil's Work.

Having done laundry, put up dishes, and scrubbed my tub today, the first is definitely the one I'd be happiest doing without. (Floors have them all beat though.)

Women and Nerves - a 1934 article. Interesting (and infuriating) look at how the medical profession viewed women back then.

Scans of the article on top, actual text below it....

Again, owing to the relative preponderance in numbers of the female over the male sex, many women are compelled to remain unmarried. That means that the supreme function of their lives is not exercised, in flat opposition to nature’s intention. Lack of gratification of the sex instinct, with a failure to direct its energies into other creative channels, is very likely in unstable types to cause a nerve tension which ultimately ends in a complete nervous breakdown.

So unmarried women "very likely" will have a nervous breakdown? Huh. Oh wait, that's just for "unstable types"....

eta:

HYSTERIA as we have already noted is one of the major nerve troubles of women, although it is not exclusive to the female sex as was once imagined. There is definitely an hysterical type, the woman who is easily emotional, weeps and laughs on the least provocation, who has a desire to be theatrical and who has a morbid craving for sympathy. When such a woman is threatened with some social situation which is distasteful to her she very readily develops an hysterical attack. * This may take an endless variety of forms, paralysis, tremors, deafness, speechlessness, blindness, trances, or wandering fits.

What the fucking fuck?

I thought he was saying that it's lack of sex that causes nervous breakdowns, but then I saw this bit:

pregnancy and childbirth, the major responsibility of a woman’s sex life

Oh.

What I did today: [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] (it's stuff on walls. And yes, the giraffe batik is crooked. The fabric itself is crooked. I'll probably move it to somewhere with no straight lines.)