Ready, Set, Appraisal

So, we are in the midst of getting the house ready for an appraiser to come tomorrow (I guess it's actually today since it's 12:39am).  The bathroom has been redone, our basement room has a door, and all of our boxes are finally gone and all that was in the boxes is now in rubbermaid tubs.  The house does look nice and is very clean.  I even scrubbed a tub....the last time I did that, I got nauseous and dizzy from the Comet fumes.

Because of this cleaning frenzy, I forgot my brother's adoption birthday.  No, that's not true, I always forget his adoption birthday because I always think it's January 17th instead of January 15th.  What happens then is on the 17th, I always realize, "Oh dang! His adoption birthday is the 15th."  And this happens every year, even when I have reminders in my planners.  I just can't understand what my mental block with that is.  Anyway, I'm the worst sister, but HAPPY BELATED ADOPTION BIRTHDAY, BROTHER (if you even read this).
(side note:  I also call our adoption birthdays our "Watson" birthdays because they are the days we became Watsons.  I guess that means my wedding anniversary could technically be called my "Theismann" birthday....)

With a new blog theme, clean basement (with pictures hung), and feelings of being the worst sister ever, here are my pictures for the past few days.

January 15, 2010: Cheesecake Factory!

(I really need to get better at taking pictures in places)

I received a gift card for the Cheesecake Factory after playing piano for my beautiful friend Amanda's wedding AND we got a gift card for Christmas from my brother and his wife so we splurged and had a great date night.  This is me with the leftovers

January 16, 2010: Remodeling and an Ostomy

Not really an ostomy, but while I watched Twila cut the circle out of the blue plastic around where the toilet bowl should go, all I could think of is cutting a phlange/wafer to fit a stoma perfectly.  I know, I'm a geeky nurse (almost nurse).

January 17, 2010: Hopes and Dreams for the future

For my small group, we were required to bring a bag with items that represent our hopes and dreams for the future.  I'm not gonna explain everything, but you can guess.

Well, I better see if I can help out before Mr. Appraiser comes!