Day one

Hi Everyone,

here's the blog we talked about at our lunch yesterday (thanks again Kirk and Beth - it was perfect). Below is the email conversation that took place a day before the yard sale. Can you believe we made it though?

I think blogging will be a good way for us to keep up the support when it gets super frustrating and we don't *feel* like sticking to the Ramsey anymore. I plan to post cheap recipes, my ups and downs of budgeting and all that. Also, you all are free to make posts on this site - so PLEASE post.

Can you all refresh my memory on our possible skit content may be? Here's the nuggets I remember:
1. Road Kill and Ramen (hence the name of our blog)
2. If you don't bring dinner you better hit it on the way home
3. Is your AC out?
I know there is a TON more so jog my memory

Elizabeth starts:
I just want to let everyone know how much I HATE the process of yard selling. It's all about my emotional attachment so pray for me that this process speed up and I release all of my bonds with inanimate objects, instead of pout and moan.I have done everything to avoid this project including trying to solve a rubic's cube for an hour (no luck although I did get the cross figure down pat). The upstairs rooms are in disarray and if it's up to me right now, I vote to just burn my house down. It's currently hot enough inside my house to spontaneously combust but the humidity has got to be somewhere in the 200% neighborhood. There is a thunderhead forming in the living room so I expect a little relief in the next 20-30 minutes when it blows through. Second best procrastination technique: arson. Remind me why we have elected not to turn on the air conditioner?I neeeeeeeeed prayer and a venti soy green tea latte from starbucks,E

Shannon tells her side:
OK, so I am only writing to you girls because some of this content my not be suited for others, but AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! Yard sales, where do I begin? It's really a twelve step process like AA, and it goes like this:
1. Admit you have a problem
2. Crawl into every oriphus of your home and drag out every item covered in dust, older than dirt, something you would not even consider giving to your children and put a price tag on it.
3. Cry
4. Sweat
5. Bitch and Moan
6. Procrastinate
7. Hold your breath
8. Clean everything off, wash it, dry it, polish it like you love it!
9. Look at it and ponder,"How much would I pay for this?" Oh, yea, I already fell for that once.....
10. Find a box to organize each item into certain categories, i.e. crap, old crap, crap I still like, and c....r.....a.....p
11. Put out a sign directing people to your crap
12. Sell your crap and take your profits of $11.50 and splurge on a new...................pack of gum.
Was it worth it? Heck yea!

I started early this morning with pleading and prayer with God. Please dear Lord make me want to do this (kinda like my sex prayer, but not really). Then I walked for the first time in months, not procrastination but exercise!!! Then I dove in head first. Great, you say, way to go, you add, awesome...... Here's my dilemma: When I dove in I forgot to remove my exercise clothing of which contained a sports bra... Now you may wonder why this is a big deal. Remember our ac is off. O - F - F, off. So I realize I'm like the proverbial frog in cool water this a.m. that has during the day been turned up unbeknownst to me. Now I am sweating so hard and dripping that the tape I'm using for pricing won't stick! Which I think has to do with the friggin' humidity index in my house as well. I'm working so hard that I don't realize that within my tshirt a chemical reaction is happening so severe, so scary, so horrible that only when I contemplate taking a shower do I then have a fear like no other......... HOW THE HELL DO I GET THIS DAMN THING OFF WITHOUT PUTTING MY SHOULDER OUT OR WORSE STRANGLING MYSELF!!!!!!!

Elizabeth says:
I LOVE IT!!!!!! I can so identify. This whole process SUCKS. I love the part about the sports bra. I absolutely hate bra-entrapment. Thoughts run through my mind of cutting it off or worse having to be buried in it because there's no way this sucker is coming unglued from my skin. In my height of boobie-ness when my boobs were a DD I wore 3 sport bras at once to control the jiggle and that was insanity getting those off.

My hubby came home from work and helped me evacuate the upstairs. Mind you, I can only take about 15 minutes of purging before I want to hang myself. My tactic is this: point out what needs to go where and then quietly disappear (which is what I am currently doing) and hope that he doesn't notice that I've been absent for the past 45 minutes. I am in residing in step #6 and don't see any hope of leaving it today or even tomorrow. Earlier this week AOL had a scrolling message that jumped out at me "Aries beware, worst day all year: July 10" I'll give you two guesses what my sign is, hint you'll only need one. Crap, hubby just busted me,E

LETS PRAISE GOD FOR 83 DEGREES TODAY!