There is a special level of annoyance that comes from moving your belongings around an inordinate amount of times. Here's a little snippet of the number of times I have moved my belongings in the last 2 years:
There are boxes in Janelle's empty bedroom. There are boxes and random belongings strewn accross her guest bedroom. There are doodads in her bathroom that need sorting. There is a "to donate" pile in the living room. And there is a "to sell" stack in the garage. I have two more days to widdle down … Continue reading Good Grief.
As I stand here looking at my bulk all I am thinking is, "I have GOT to lose some more WEIGHT." Somehow (in 9 days no less) it has to become humanly possible to get this mound into a normal-sized Honda. I'm not talking about a CRV. I'm talking about a 2009 Navy Blue Honda … Continue reading Am I Skinny…Enough?
Sometimes you look at all of your belongings - you know, your stuff - and you just can't stand the sight of it all. You see the tables, the desks, the shelves, and the drawers and all that they hold or that rests on them. You want to pull it all out, sort it, get … Continue reading The Stuff of Life