furniture, we did rugs, we stripped beds. You'd think, reading me, that my house would be really clean, but it's a big, disorganized mess. If I have any resolution for the coming year, it's to get rid of everything I never use.
I'm one of those people who, because she grew up on welfare, tends to hoard things. I always buy way too much of everything, just in case we need it. I hang onto things long after they've outlived their usefulness, just in case we need it. This includes old magazines, balls of yarn, broken toys, old makeup and grudges. I'm the kind of person Costco was built around. I buy toilet paper, peanut butter, juice boxes, meat in bulk and store it.
'Just in case we need it' is a big deal around here.
I have every single picture my children ever drew, but they're laying around in piles, unorganized. I have every single leaf, every single gift, every rock, every card, every child's offering ever handed to me from them. Little pieces of their hearts and hopes offered to me, laying around in boxes because I cannot bear to part with them and someday, I envision us sitting about, recollecting on each and every thing. I'll show them to their children, I'll hold them out as pieces of my heart and hopes that they can believe, despite all the turmoil and any mistakes I may have made, that I treasured them.
Pics of my daughters. I grabbed the camera because they looked like any two kids sitting there, playing, laughing about teenage goofy stuff, normal kids without a care in the world and they were so beautiful together that it broke my heart to watch them.
They were watching 'South Park' and giggling like madmen. When I put the camera down, and started watching with them...well, let's just say there will be no more cute pics of kids watching 'South Park' anytime in the near future, especially since my daughter is now clamoring for Santa to bring her a stuffed, talking 'Mr. Hankie '.
Yes, that is a talking poop. Help.
