Meaningless Drivel

Saturday, March 20, 2004
Yeah, SFO stands for Struggle For Organization in case you were wondering. I'm sure not knowing would have kept you up at night.

Seven boxes of junk brought up, two lamps that haven't worked in years with broken glass shades, and a garbage bag full of , well ... garbage. That didn't even hurt too bad. So far.

Yes, it's the basement, my catch-all storage room that I'm cleaning out now. Dave has been harping at me for years to do it, and every year it just gets fuller and fuller. This year was the final straw. There is no more room down there at all, everything is piled wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling, and it's not even in any kind of order. So I'm getting rid of the obvious crap first, then I suppose I'll sort what's left.

Kris - 5:12 p.m.

Okay, here we go.

I am a hoarder.

I keep EVERYTHING. I buy useless fribbles that make their way into the basement or boxes and sit for years. I save broken pieces just in case I can fix them. In a fit of anger I'll throw a broken some-piece out only to keep the rest just in case the missing piece magically resurfaces. I have dozens of candle stubbs because someday my children might try candle-making for fun (it's never happened).

I have the innards to tape recorders, VCRs, televisions, and radios ... all because I might need some obscure part to fix one of the eight working television sets I keep around (two of which have the cord cut or chewed off). I have 38 cassette tapes that have the inner tape all pulled out, but I loved the music on it so I'll keep them all. Never mind that I download all my music these days.

I have 80-some empty boxes, and that number grows every time I go shopping. I have notebooks from my grade school days that have only three blank sheets of paper in them. I have broken puppy collars, t-shirts with holes in them, baby clothes I wouldn't put on my baby unless we lived in the streets, and bottles for the baby I won't be having. Empty pill bottles, empty shampoo bottles, empty crap all over.

Do you get the picture now? I simply can not bring myself to throw things out. I have been a hoarder for my entire adult life, that's ten years now. As a child, Mother tells me I used to hoard food, in case of World War III. I remember hoarding food, I think I was simply hungry though.

Oh yeah. I blew off my skin diet. I am just too fond of food. Apparently I overdid the post-diet celebration because I gained 15 pounds since I started eating REAL food a week ago. Oops.

Kris - 5:07 p.m.

About this Blog Whatever the flavour of the month is. Heh.

About Me: I'm a 29 year old stay-at-home mother to three children. I married my soulmate on Canada Day 2003, after nearly ten years of procrastinating, and I'm still stuck in that newlywed glow. Our home is made in cool Northwestern Ontario, on the tip of Lake Superior, in a small town with three big dogs.

I have a few grand passions. Dave and our offspring are definitely number One in my heart, with dogs coming in a close second. I love to read, and I love to write, and I spend much of my time doing both.

The Great Outdoors calls me constantly, and if I had my way, I would drop all the comforts of civilization in a heartbeat to live out in the bush, miles from anything. I can't do that, so I have to settle for spending our summers in the bush, in an ancient motorhome.

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