Shout Out To Those Scrubbing Bubbles!!

You may be wondering why it took me so long to pack up my belongings, especially since I swore to you that I got rid of a ton of things.  Yes indeedy, I sure did unload lots and lots of stuff!  There are probably hundreds of people out there right now wearing my clothing, eating from my dishes and listening to my old albums.  But I still had a lot of stuff in the basement.  You know, that big, often ignored, hole in the ground under your house, (which is, in effect, another house), into which most of us shove lots of “stuff that I will use someday”.  Oh yeah, some of us also have superfluous items in the basement like furnaces and washers and dryers, but for the most part, basements are storage spaces for stuff we cannot part with.  Remember that George Carlin routine about stuff?  Well, that about sums it up I think.  For those of you too young to get that one, just go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MvgN5gCuLac.  It explains a lot about …..you guessed it….stuff.  We also put things like canned food  in the basement.  Thanks to my basement and BJ’s Wholesale Club, I am pretty much prepared for the next flood, hurricane, blizzard or apocalypse.

After working on the upstairs for what seemed like enough time to pack Buckingham Palace, I had the upstairs (the place where I lived with stuff I used on a fairly regular basis) under control.  Despite my efforts to avoid it, I realized I had no choice but to move on to the dreaded “basement stuff” (the treasures that I would undoubtedly need if I was foolish enough to throw any of it away).  Being the black holes that they are, basements tend to get a little dirty and dusty along with everything in them, and well, just….eewwwwww.  There was just no way that I was moving my stuff DIRTY!  Oh hell no!  What if one of my neighbors at my new Florida home stopped by in the middle of me unpacking Connecticut basement stuff?  There was no way I was going to have them think “Oh my God…she seems nice, but what a SLOB!”.  Nope.  I am not having that!  My STUFF may be a lot of that other name George Carlin uses, but it would be clean before any of it saw the inside of a box headed to Florida!

Now this is where the bubble guys came in.  I would like to say that I am immune to advertising.  I am a highly educated consumer who does not make purchasing decisions based on silly TV commercials.  HA!  That was the huge lie I told myself for a long time – until reality hit me one day while I was standing at the cash register.  Make me laugh with your commercial and you have my attention.  Then provide a coupon in the BJ’s circular and that’s it….Sold!  And folks, I am here to tell you about a product that makes light of years of collected basement grime and makes you and your stuff the pride of any new neighborhood.  – Scrubbing Bubbles!    “But isn’t that just for bathrooms?” you ask.  Not in my Phyllis Diller book of house work it isn’t!!  Anything that makes it such that all I need to do is spray, sit back and watch the dirt run down is good for just about any room and any item in the house, I say!  Those cute little scrubber guys flying around on my TV screen one day caught my attention.  That and the BJ’s coupon, which enabled me to buy something like 6 cans of the little guys.  “Six cans for a single person with one bathroom?  Are you nuts?” you may ask.  Hey….Its not like they are going to go bad!  And as it turns out, 6 cans of that stuff is a cleaning gift from the Universe (or SC Johnson I guess) for a major move.

I went into the basement armed with my Scrubbing Bubbles and started to take things apart.  My food storage cabinet for example.  It is one of those four shelved plastic units I bought from Home Depot a few years back.  I put it together, started shoving stuff onto it and there it sat, doing its duty, but getting a little grimy as well.  I unloaded it, packed up the food and then took it apart, brought it outside and sprayed the heck out of it with those little bubbles.  Five minutes later, I sprayed each piece with the garden hose and VOILA!  Brand new again!  God I love those bubbles!  I also have a garden fairy that got put away every autumn without a whole lot of fanfare.  She is going to Florida bright and shiny now due to Scrubbing Bubbles.  Now don’t get all judgey on me about her before shots…remember – you too have basements with surprises in store!  Here she is in the process of being Scrubbing Bubbled.

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And here is the finished product!!

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Isn’t she beautiful now?  Oh and yes, there are other things that I just could not part with, goofy as they may seem.  This face will probably find itself on a palm tree soon – clean thanks to my little Scrubbing Bubble friends!  THAT is definitely something to smile about!  And oh yeah….I still have a few cans left if you need some…..

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Boxes, Bubble Wrap and Packing, Packing, Packing

Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve written to this blog, and I very much appreciate all of you who have stuck it out with my posting black out.  This moving stuff is a LOT of work!  The day Marilyn, my real estate agent, told me she was definitely coming over with papers for me to sign, I started pulling from my stash of boxes in the basement and was packing before she even got there.  I knew this could take a bit of time and I sure did not want to leave it until the last minute.  As usual, my desire to avoid stress is paramount, and I decided that the earlier I could start, the better.  What I discovered is that I must be the world’s slowest packer.  My friends were either at work, running businesses, in physical therapy for extreme pain or otherwise engaged.  So I was on my own for the most part.  And yeah – I….am…..s-l-o-w.

What used to be my dining room became box-packing ground zero.  During the course of the following weeks (yes, weeks….), I bought LOTS of tape and bubble wrap, made appeals on Facebook for boxes and newspapers and packed a lot of boxes.  The ZZZWWWIPPPP!! sound of the tape gun could be heard coming from my house at all hours for days on end.  My friend Paulette came a couple of days and brought massive amounts of boxes with her in addition to helping me.  She was a HUGE help!

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But still, it seemed to go on and on and on and one day, the inevitable melt-down reared its ugly head.  By this time, Paulette had done her snow bird thing and was out of the state.  Karen and Jo were working at running their businesses, and Barb and Beth were busy trying to move out of their current residences.  So there I was, feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, lonely and pathetic and…… did I say exhausted?  AND singing the old “Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I guess I’ll go eat worms” blues.  I was completely immersed in my pity-party to the point of watershed tears and it was at that point of course, that I called Karen.  I shamelessly begged her to please come over and promised that she didn’t have to pack.  Just plllleeeeeaaase come over and talk to me!  And much to her credit, my dear friend knew just what I needed.  After all these years, Karen knows me like a book.  She knows that when I get involved in a project, I don’t bother to stop to eat, which probably had something to do with my melt-down.  When she showed at the door, my stress level decreased about 150 points just seeing her face.  It’s amazing how people you love can just do that.  But she also brought a surprise – a big container of her own homemade ratatouille.  Ahhhhh!  The girl is an angel for sure!  And so it was that on that evening I was reminded that somebody DID love me and nobody hated me and I did NOT have to eat worms!  My dear sister brought me her love and kindness in her heart and in a container of homemade ratatouille!

Readers, don’t ever forget that there is no better gift than the gift of your time.  Looking into the face of a loved one is a cure for so many ailments, both physical and emotional.  It is a priceless gift that should never be underestimated or taken for granted.  That is the gift Karen brought to me that night.  Oh and some great ratatouille didn’t hurt either!  I love you Karen.  God may have given us separate mothers, but He knew what He was doing when he sat us next to each other in 10th grade Geometry.  We are sisters forever.  And I will always be grateful for that blessing.