Matters Into My Own Hands

Before the 'updating' of the Big Blue House, I lost my ipod. My 'ipod touch' that I really, really love! At first I thought I'd find it. Be patient, I told myself. But after several months, I was getting really mad. So I took matters into my own hands.

I decided to dung this place out. And I mean, really get to business.

So I went about this process like we were moving. (did I say I like to move? I think I like to throw things out - that's why I like to move) Anyway, I went through every square inch of this place.

I even found myself doing a little of this.

"This" is what my grandma does. When she would come to our house when I was growing up, by the end of day one, our kitchen counter was full of things looking much like the above photo. Only it was usually items from the fridge. Bottles stacked on bottles of ketchup, mustard, BBQ sauce and the like.

This is how serious I got. I am combining lotions and aloe vera gel. (who knew I even had more than one aloe vera gel?) Anywho - this is just to prove the seriousness of my business. And I do mean business.

I unloaded every drawer, took the bottoms off my couches, cleaned every nook and crannie of the car. You name it, I cleaned it!

NO IPOD!

Argggghhhh!!

There is, however, one place that is off limits to me. It's called, "Peter's Drawer." It's his drawer where everything goes. It is overflowing like you've never seen. And this, of course, is blamed on me. "Well, if you wouldn't put everything in there, it wouldn't be so full." Says The Scoutmaster. "Well, if you would clean it out, just once in a while, it wouldn't be so awful." Says, I.

I think you may underestimate how messy this thing is. Let me demonstrate. Underneath his drawer is a nice big pot and pan drawer. I regularly have to pull tid bits of mail and what not out of my pots, before I can use them. It seriously overflows into the drawers below. See? Messy!

But I am NOT allowed to touch it. No CLEANING!!! Fine. Good by me. But..."Is my ipod in your drawer?" "No. Of course not. Why would it be in there?" "Have you even looked?" I ask. "It's not in there." He says.

Months! And I mean MONTHS, go by. He's even having to help me take the house apart to find this thing! "Maybe it was stolen" says he...

Then one day. THEN ONE DAY!!! I think to myself, while Peter's not home, I haven't looked through his drawer. I bet it's in there.

Two digs deep, and there it is! And the titanic, every plane lost in the Bermuda Triangle, the eighth wonder of the world and every thing you've ever lost in your life - right there in The Scoutmasters Drawer! TA DA!!!!

Don't worry. I phoned immediately. "Guess what? I found my ipod!" "Where?!" He asked so excited for me. "IN YOUR DRAWER!!" I roar! "What? No way. I looked. One of the kids must have put it in there or something." *chagrin*

Yeah right!

"I think it's time to clean out your drawer, don't you?..." "Yeah, I think it might be."

But, just the other day, I saw him look for something and when he was done, it was like shoving the bowling ball back in the tornado of the hall closet. Carefully placing each piece of junk, shove just right, tuck here, push there.....close it! And run!

I think it's just about time to take matters into my own hands. How about you?