Whatever happened to the fly drama?

So....



Some may be wondering, what happened to the fly drama? Its been awhile...



Well, thank goodness, they disapeared the next day after I posted (see previous post if you need a recapper:http://thewonderfulworldofthepotters.blogspot.com/2010/08/potters-vs-flies.html). THANK GOD. I t was crazy nasty. What we discovered was that they were coming from our kitchen baseboards. I know you are thinking, "whhaaatttt???" Well, keep in mind, our house (originally Shannon's grandparents' home) was built in the early 1950's by Shannon's Grandpa Huff. Since then we haven't done any major remodeling, so weird stuff happens, hence the crazy devil flies. How, you ask, did you get rid of such a horrendous problem? Welll, my handy man hubby put silicone caulk along the edges of the baseboards, and voilà, problem solved. Almost two weeks later, we have seen just one fly in the house =)

you better take them off!!

Besides my pups, my carpet is my other baby. I lovingly take care of it by powdering, cleaning and vacumming (is that a word?) a few days a week. I know I know, you think I am weird. But prior to some other posts, we probably already established that, haha. Last summer, we installed a beautiful new carpet in the house, replacing the 70's shag that was once there. Once my beautiful carpet was installed, we came up with a house rule. At the Potter household, our rule is we take off our shoes upon entering the house. I am part of an elite group of households that uphold this, as most houses don't require this rule, as it is hard to keep up with. Somehow, we managed. As we know, I have cleaning OCD. The thought of yucky shoes that have touched God knows what from outside touching my precious carpet makes me skeve. Most people have been respectful of the rules, while others whine about it, but I could care less. Its my rule, dangit!
ANyway, one of my all time fave sites is etsy.com. I found a "take off your shoes" sign, and ordered it. I hung it up on the doorknob and I was a proud wifey. Then, one night we leave and my mischevious pups decide to knock it over and chew it up. Needless to say, mama ain't happy. Instead of re ordering, I decided to make my own. I buy a $4 piece of wood and $3 in paint (in my wedding colors, no less) and I made my own sign. My darling hubbs drilled and hung it up for me, high enough where my dennis the meanace pups can't reach it. Potter wife is now very happy. As the saying goes (which I love love love) "Happy wife, happy life" LOL. So, next time you come to visit my domain, take heed of my sign. =)

Hubby starting to drill...he ends up aiming higher because of our mischevious pups could still get it!

Tightening it up =)

hanging up my sign

Happy Potter wife, happy life =)

Potters vs. the flies

So I wasn't kidding that I feel like my marriage is a comedy show.

Yesterday would have a wonderful prime episode.
Before I go on, I need to preface this by talking about my cleaning skills. This will make perfect sense in one minute, because if I don't preface this, you will think we are disgusting. I think I have OCD about cleanliness. I kid you not. I don't let people walk on our carpet with shoes on, I make my husband change the minute he gets home from work( I do this too) because I can't bear him putting "school germs" on our furniture (I am not kidding school germs are NASTY). After I pet my pups I wash myhands. The carpet and kitchen floor are cleaned multiple times a week. My counters get wiped a million times a day. Things are constantly disinfected everywhere in our house. Dishes are constantly washed, put away, I think you get the point. I just can't handle germs and mess. I am psycho? Absolutely. I hate germs. I know I know, the mommies reading this, laughing evily and are thinking I am going to have the RUDEST awakening someday when we have our Potter babies. I know I know.



So back to the comedy show. Yesterday as we were getting ready to begin our day, a fly was flying around. No biggie this happens. I sing "shoo fly don't bother me" and life goes on. Then, I wander into my freshly cleaned kitchen and I see, I KID YOU NOT like 12-15 (seriously, not kidding. Ask Shannon) flies flying around like its Disneyland, having a field day. The cleaniness girl in me starts to hyperventalate. The OCD wife is not having this. I can't HANDLE it (I know, drama, I know)What the f&*&!!!! I scream for my husband, who of course thinks I chopped myself in half or something like that. He rolls his eyes and proceeds to laugh at my ridiculousness, but sure enough, a battle between the POtters and the flies ensues. It was an intense battle but it ended sooner than we would have liked because we had to leave as we had a commitment to be at. You should have seen us. Both of us with fly swatters, attacking the air like looney people. It was hysterical.

Who the HECK knows how they got there. We don't leave doors or windows open and if we do, its a screen door that technically isn't open. It just makes me skeve thinking how nasty that is. We do live in the country(ish) and we have an acre of land. You are just bound to get something interesting. We scoured the house and didn't find a hole or anything suspicious that would warrant a fly convention. It was so frustrating. Anywho, today, more friends showed up and an intense battle was set. Again another hysterical sight, but we were ready. I felt so frustrated, grossed out and angry till I realized this was waaay too funny. I also realized its okay if things are a little dirty, if things aren't perfect, and you have nasty devil bugs are flying in the air. There are much worse things in life. Some people that I love and cherish are going through so much and here I am, having a conniption over flies. I am grateful for a great hubby whom I can laugh about this with and that these silly experiences make our marriage fun.. And yes, we won the battle today and yes, my house has been scoured clean. Again. Sorry its in me.

A possible venture??

Last friday, I got to sub in a sixth grade class. Everytime I sub, I like to do a 10 minute question and answer time with the class so they can get to know me a little bit. Usually, questions range from "how old are you?" "what is your favorite food?" What is your favorite movie?" you get the idea.

Anywho, one girl asked" what would you do if you weren't a teacher?"

Hmm, good question, little girl, good question. I felt like I couldn't answer. I am not sure, don't know why I couldn't answer. In this time of where many have lost jobs or have just been down on our luck, many reinvent themselves. Maybe this is my time. That little girl's question stuck with me. Currently, I have a huge obsession with cocktail rings. It sort of annoys my husband, because when I fall in love with something, I get large quantities of it, haha. A few months ago to save moolah ,I started making my own rings. I would go to thrift shops, buy outrageous earrings, take off the backs and glue 'em on a ring. I knew that I did good when I would get multiple compliments on them wherever I went, and many would ask where to buy them.

Many were shocked to learn that I made them. It made me think, perhaps I should open my own etsy shop and sell my wares. I am not sure though. I'm not a business lady but a teacher. However, at this point, I think I want to start something new. No, I am not quiting my day job, but just venturing on another small path while the "royalty" at the Lodi Unified make up their minds on what to do with the rest of us laid of teachers. ANyway, I would post some pics but iphone is just not wanting to upload em all...stay tuned!! Let me know what you think, if I should do this!!

So...
This blog was supposed to chronicle my life as newly fresh wife. Well, I have sucked at this. My one year anniversary is a mere weeks away!! I feel like Ihaven't blogged hardly at all. So, I'm going to make up for lost time =).

Upon being married, I had the starry eyed dream of what married life would be with my new husband. Upon being a wife, I never ever lived with a guy, besides my daddy, lol! I had no clue. I must say, it sometimes have felt like a comedy show. Our first few weeks of marriage were a bit of a whirlwind, since we were (very blessed to be) honeymooning most of the first 3 1/2 weeks between Las Vegas and Ireland. Once we FINALLY were home, it was so like playing house. It was pretty comical. I was beyond excited to go grocery shopping ( I know, weird), have a spotless house (still feel like that) and make dinner. It felt so fun (still is!) to live with him.
We also learned very quickly our crazy quirks . Ah, where do I start?
Shannon has to have the bed made a certain way. I leave cabinets open (drives him nuts!). Shannon hangs his clothes in a certain way, and they have certain hangers. Oh and did I mention its color coordinated? While I on the other hand, I could care less. My side looks like an insane color explosion. Shannon once again re-learned my obssession with all things high heels and how my shoes have taken over the cupboards in our laundry room, lol! Oh and our sleeping habits...he snores and it drives me wild!! He gets annoyed when I hog all the sheets. Oh and did we talk about leaving the toilet seat up or down? ANyway, its like one big comedy show. Its all about getting used to living with another. While some of these quirks could have led to petty arguments, I think we have embraced it. After all, we are stuck with each other for life. We have ended up laughing at each other so many times. Now, practically a year later, we have adjusted. No matter what though, I love this man to pieces.