Sunday, January 16, 2011

Operation Condo Clean: the evidence of cleanliness :)

*Warning* This is a LONG post. LONG.

"I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again."  Joan Rivers

 I'm a hard worker.

 I'm honest. I'm kind. Hell, I'm bordering on perfect. ;)

 Except when it comes to one thing.

 My house cleaning skills.

 To say that the above quote fits me to a tee (Even though I think Joan Rivers is a loud-mouthed, foul, Michael Jackson wanna be) is an understatement. I used to joke that me cleaning is like Dr. Ruth not having an accent. We didn't fit.

 There are many reasons why I developed this, um, not so positive trait. And I will delve into none of them here. What I want to focus on is the fact that I woke up. I saw the light.

 (And the light produces some funky dreams. Read on to find out why...)

 Being that I got sick of the mess that I let pile up, I decided at the end of 2010 that I would let the mess go no further. It was time to take action. It was time for

Operation Condo Clean

(Cue ominous sounding music...) 

Operation Condo Clean went smoothly throughout my living room, dining area, kitchen and bathroom. (They were obviously not that bad.) It wasn't until I hit my bedroom that I really realized how out of hand I let things get.

 Oh hell. What I found boggles the mind.

 Needless to say, I let this room be the catch-all and would simply shut the door if I had people over.

 Baaad idea. Bad, bad, bad idea.

 Allow me to tell you why.....

 Exhibit A: My first set of business in my bedroom was to take care of that thing called my jewelry box. I have been given so much jewelry for Christmas and birthdays that the box could not even close. Honestly, I did not even like some of the jewelry and had not ever worn it. I knew that it needed to go. Here is a picture of the piles of jewelry. (Bigger pile=to keep; Smaller pile=to not keep)

 (And yes, this is the only picture that you will see of my mess.)

Exhibit B: I actually had these hard disks from my college days. Note: I graduated from college almost 13 years ago. (I was obviously a Communications major.) Plus, these disks do not even go in modern computers!  It did bring back a moment of nostalgia to see the disks I used to write stories for a local newspaper and an obituary about this colorful figure. However, they are useless now. So, I bid them buh-bye and off they went into the trash.

Exhibit C: Ohhhhhhhh, did I do a TON of this. In fact, my shredder boarded the crazy train right when I was done. I was very happy it pooped out when it did!

 Exhibit D: I worked out of this box to sort, toss and laugh at what I found. (I will not embarass myself even more with letting the world know everything I found. Let's just say one of my items was a paper of a phone number of a person who moved to Texas over 5 years ago.....)

But look at some of the fun stuff I found!  

Exhibit E: Remember these, Robyn?

 Exhibit F: A pen I got for a wedding favor when I attended a wedding in Mexico.

Exhibit G: My card holder! This neat little box holds all my birthday cards, anniversary cards, etc., for a whole year!

 And look at what my place looks like now that it is clean!

My living room (Disregard the paint stains. I need to finish that up next weekend.)


Dining Area (Disregard the ladder. I need to replace a burnt out lightbulb this evening from my light fixture.)

I couldn't get a decent shot of my bathroom. Let's just say it's clean. (And yes, WD-40 belongs in all bathrooms! :) )

Bedroom shot #1: to prove I can walk in there....

Bedroom shot #2: I can walk over here too! (The dust has since been taken care of...)

Bedroom shot #3: I can walk over here too!
  I had a shot of my walk-in closet, but I think the point has been made. Slob no more. I am no longer embarrassed to have y'all over.

 The funny thing about this cleaning process is that once I was nearing the end, I began to have the most vivid, funky dreams imaginable! They are so funky that I could write a whole blog about them! I wonder what my mind is trying to tell me?

 I know that the difficult part about all this will be keeping up with the cleaning. And so, to accomplish that, I will do a blog post once a month showing pictures of my place.

 I don't want to live like that ever again.

 I mean it.


  1. I have no idea what that was.

    Your place looks great. I am slowly making my way through mine.

  2. It was tiny ball birthday candles that you gave as favors at your 25th birthday party. :)