Fortress For Sale

*DISCLAIMER: I'm not mad at you, dear...but I think it's too funny to not talk about this. I can't be the only airhead in the world, yanno? There's no reason to get all bent out of shape, everyone's got their moments. I love you.*

Okay, so we've been busting our humps getting ready to list our house and sell it so we can move to a bigger house. We painted the entire upstairs, we've packed a crapload of our belongings, and the upstairs is immaculate. The basement still leaves much to be desired, but we figured we'd get this place listed and keep working on the not-so-pretty parts. Last Thursday our house FINALLY hit the market, and Saturday we got the first call: someone wants to see the house at 2. We'd planned for this event, we made up a list of things that needed to be done before we left the house. The basic stuff, like turn on all the lights, flush the toilets, clean off counters, open all the blinds, etc.

One particular thing on this list is a very important one: make sure the flip lock on the front door is OPEN. We have to keep this place locked down most of the time 'cause my kids think it's fun to run around in the snow in their underwear. Recently we had a very terrifying incident where we forgot to lock the twins' door one night AND we left the flip lock open (you bet your ass we lock 'em in their room, and once you read this you'll understand) and at 3 AM discovered that Pete had waken up, woke his sister up, moved a dining room chair into the kitchen, reached my purse on top of the fridge, opened the front door, took the van keys outside and climbed into the van and was playing around. Thankfully he's not entirely brain damaged and tried to start the car, which I know he is CAPABLE of but I think I managed to scare that urge out of him the one time he did it. Anyway, we had quite a serious scare that night and I've decided that before we got to bed the flip lock gets locked.

Back to Saturday. As soon as I got off the phone w/ our agent (who happens to be my brother-in-law), we got to work on the list. Everything in the upstairs looked presentable and we even got a little extra cleaning done. We got a bunch of stuff thrown into the van to make sure the counters were clean and whatnot and away we went to my mother-in-law's place. Now, when a realtor says they want to show your house at 2, prepare to be out of your house until 5 or later. Yeah it sucks, but remember the agent is probably showing couples through a bunch of houses and probably has more than one client to work w/ on Saturday. It's the same frustration you experience when you're waiting for the cable guy or the Papa John's guy (the drivers at the one by me are constantly annoyingly late!).

We went about our afternoon and finally got the call that it was ok to go home. Actually, the call we got was "hey, the agent said they couldn't get into the house." Whaaaaaaat? We were SURE that flip lock was left open. The drive home was pretty tense, and when we finally pulled up Ron got out to check the front door and....

wait for it....

Can you guess what's coming next?

Yeah, the flip lock was locked. So the moral of the story? Forget the extra cleaning, double check the the lock first. Like I said in the disclaimer, I'm not upset in the least 'cause my craft studio still looks like a craft store vomited all over the place. I'd post a picture to prove it, but I'm way too mortified. I mean there's "wow, this place looks bad," or "yikes this is a disaster," but this is more along the lines of "wtf?! You don't need to clean, you need lighter fluid and a match." I figure no one's likely to buy this place if they can't SEE what all the rooms in the house look like, right? So I consider it time bought. I guess that means it'd be smart to get my ass away from the computer and get packin', huh?

For the record, the front door is currently LOCKED.

Introduction

So, I've been floating this blog idea around for a long time, but have never 1) made time, 2) remembered when I had time, and 3) didn't think it would really take off if I ever managed to complete 1 & 2. Well now that I've carved out some time and I've been asked repeatedly if I have a blog, here you have it. Now for some basics.

I'm Karin, I live in Utah, I have a husband and a set of b/g twins that I'm pretty sure are from at least the 3rd circle of Hell. No really, they're mostly sweet kids--disarmingly adorable--but they're pretty wild. They're too smart for my good and it contributes to the not-so-slow discintegration of my sanity. I am a craft addict--I scrapbook, make cards, and I'm teaching myself how to sew. I am also a jewelry designer trying to pimp my wares on Etsy in hopes of making enough to support my habit.

Why do I call myself a ditz and an airhead? I am. I'm one of those people that runs around like a freshly-beheaded chicken on a regular basis, regular being pretty much constantly. I have the attention span of a gnat, and my brain-to-mouth filter tends to break at the most inopportune moments. In fact, it's recently come to my attention that when friends of mine get a case of foot-in-mouth it's known as a "Karin moment." Sure now and then I play it up, but the moments I'm going to post on my blog are totally true, 'cause you just can't make this stuff up. Oh and for the record I am NOT a blonde.

This blog won't just be about my Darwinian moments though. I'll occasionally fill it w/ talk of my crafts, cute kid stories, and even some of my famous rants. Hopefully you'll find me entertaining and keep coming back for more.