The Honey and I are getting the house ready to put on the market. This weekend we tackled a couple items on the lengthy "to do" list.

Saturday afternoon, we finished putting up the crown moulding in the kitchen/dining area. Sounds like a fairly simple task. A monkey with a hammer and some nails should be able to handle this. No, not in the hovel.

I'm okay with splicing sections on the straight-aways. The problems are in the corners. I swear, there is not a square room in our damn house. The first two corners were fine. Naturally, I'm thinking this job is going to be a cake walk. The last two corners had me in tears...really...I sat down and openly wept. Once the sobbing was controlled, I had to creatively engineer the appearance of a 90 degree angle with much sanding and some generous applications of caulk. I think I succeeded.

After expending all my gray matter on figuring out how to make the crown moulding work in the corners, I decided I probably needed to tackle something a non-primate could handle. So, Sunday afternoon I walked out the back door and headed for the "outback." A strip of no-mans-land directly behind our fence. I managed a little growth control over the summer by liberally applying "Round-Up" along the borders of the fence. But, if we're going to try to sell the house, I figure it's probably a good idea to chop down the tree-sized weeds growing just beyond the borders of the yard. It took me a good 15-20 minutes to remove all the vines from the gate. Yeah, that's right, a quarter of an hour just to get lawn mower out of the back yard. Three feet into the outback and the mower stopped. It did not start again. I gave my Dad a call and he brought the bush-hog over. Two little girls from a couple houses down watched in awe as I mowed the no-mans-land from behind not only our house but several other houses as well. I bush-hogged, I collected/piled up branches, I sawed down weed-trees, I rocked! I have the wounds to show that I went into the outback, I battled the overgrowth, and I won.

Things are getting' hairy. I don't mean on me, personally. Work is sucking. I'm totally in a rut. You've probably heard me say this before, but this time I really mean it. I wonder if I made more money I'd be able to take all the crap in stride. Probably not though.

I'm also creating a little panic and depression for myself. The Honey and I have decided we want to sell our hovel and move into something a little more upscale. The stress of trying to figure out how to pretty up a hovel is beginning to wear on me. I keep thinking, "we were stupid enough to buy this place, but will anyone else be?"

I feel as free as a bird! I switched hosting companies today, after months of my previous hosting company slowly taking away tools, utilities, and features. I finally bit the bullet and made the switch. I'm using HostSave now. So far I'm lovin it!