Carrie Bartkowiak v. 5.0

Have you ever seen a fashion show - for sink faucets??
Take a look here!

This video is from last year’s local Home & Garden show. This year’s show is this weekend and I’d really like to go, but most likely won’t get a chance to because Kel and Bren’s cub scout troop are having the pack pinewood derby. Ahh well. Enjoy the faucet fashion show - it’s a good chuckle and actually pretty cool, too.

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Is it normal for a Tackle It Tuesday project to GROW?

This is my first time participating in TiT. I started out planning on doing something small and simple - the hopechest that sits by my desk and tends to receive all of the various clutter that anyone brings into my office:

Well, the project grew. I ended up cleaning the entire office, moving furniture around and rearranging everything! I love the new layout; I’m not done cleaning yet and haven’t put my formerly smoke-stinky curtains back, but boy it sure looks and feels better!

Like I said I’m not finished yet, but wanted to go ahead and get my project up while it’s still Tuesday, lol. This was a big “to do” scratched off of my list, yay me!

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Usually folks (especially anti-smoking folks) like to say that “Smoking Stinks”. Well, I’m here to tell ya, quitting smoking stinks - literally.

I was a 2-pack-a-day gal. Marb Lights, boxed. I guess I really shouldn’t say “was”… I still am, it’s just that I haven’t had a pack in my hand now for a week and it feels kinda significant.

Anyhoo.
So today I notice that I am smelling my shirt.
I don’t mean that I picked it up and sniffed it… I mean this is my “sweatshirt that goes over everything and gets worn whenever I’m cold” shirt… and I could smell it. It stank pretty bad. It was a mixture of cigarette smoke and sweat, that I hadn’t noticed before.

Okay, no biggee. I toss everything I’m wearing into the hamper and take a shower.
When I get out of the shower, the smell of my shampoo and conditioner is nearly knocking me over, even though I rinsed it all out. I really, *really* smell… pretty. Ack. (Pretty is not a word I associate with myself. Ever.) But this is kinda cool. It’s nice to smell nice, right?

So the boys and I go to the library (two, actually) and pick up a shitload of books and come home. It’s a beautiful balmy 50 degrees outside and they hop on their bikes. I’ve been cleaning my office in fits and starts and I figure hey, this would be a great day to open the window and get some fresh air in here. Ya know, clean out that stale “I used to smoke in here” smell. Yeah, I’ll do that… so I open the window and sit down at my desk to do some fiddling. The nice nearly-springtime air is just pouring through the window behind and above my head, ruffling through my curtains, falling right down on top of me…

…and it REEKS.
Man, it was awful. It wasn’t the air, it was the air after it went through those curtains! I grabbed a handful of curtain (they’re sheer, airy things) and sniffed them and nearly gagged. Wow! Talk about RANK!

Suffice to say I’m now sitting here with a bare window behind and above my head, lol… the curtains are finally in the dryer tumbling around after having to wait all night for hubby to get his pinewood derby assembly station off of my washer.

And yes, I smelled them during the transfer from washer to dryer… and they smell heavenly.

Btw, did you know Senator Obama is a smoker? Marb Reds. Interesting.

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