Let’s get right to it because IT’S FRIDAY!
Ok, so now that we have a new
apartment, we have to take on the hideous task of moving two apartments into
one. Which people do all the time. No problem. We’ve got this covered.
Except that I just
discovered that perhaps I’m a hoarder? News
that CB responded to by saying that he would just start secretly throwing out
stuff of mine that he doesn’t think is important when we live together. Which I
would imagine would consist of John Mayer CD’s, Bravo tv, and my random
collection of pennies that I didn’t know I had.
I’m not joking. I
have a bag of pennies that a friend gave me as a joke several years ago, and
since then, I’ve just collected other pennies – and a few bobby pins and paper
clips – in a zip lock bag. Why? Why?
Also, I found a wooden coin with a colorful cartoon bear on
it that my niece left at my place when she was two.
She is now seven.
She is now seven.
So why, do you ask, would I keep a wooden coin, a bunch of
real, but useless, coins, and some bobby pins? Because I’m a crazy cat lady who
didn’t realize I was living in my own cage of hoarding!
Of course, staying true to form and not at all going overboard, I started throwing out everything en masse. Like, at one point, my house keys made their way into the "trash" pile and then I realized that perhaps it was time to chill the f out.
But don’t worry, I’ve created a “trash” pile and a “giveaway” pile, so maybe I’ll do a giveaway on the blog for some items you all could use!
But don’t worry, I’ve created a “trash” pile and a “giveaway” pile, so maybe I’ll do a giveaway on the blog for some items you all could use!
Anyone in the market for a pen cap and a three cent stamp?
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The book blog has gotten a bit of a facelift! Nothing fancy,
just a nip here, a tuck there. But don’t worry, we haven’t gone all Joan
Rivers on you, we’re still the book blog you know and love! Plus, I’ll be
blogging soon about “Detroit,” which I’m sort of obsessed with. So, stay tuned!
In the meantime, click here and go check it out – and follow us! I’ve noticed we have a few
new followers on there, so thanks! You’re giving my entire family anxiety now
that they know more than four people are reading it, but it’s totally worth it.
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Ok, so for the video of the week I’m pretty sure it can’t be
a surprise. Because after seeing the photo from Friendapalooza The Wedding:
Part Deux (see below), you had to know this was happening.
Happy weekend, everyone! See you Monday!
I am the process of combining households as well. Into my less than 500 sq/ft apartment. Needless to say, most of his stuff will be put in storage, because cares much less about his "stuff" than I do about my "precious belongings". However, I'm kindly putting some of my things into storage as well to make room for him. However, after having packed 12 Rubbermaid bins (the 66 qt kind) I still have absolutely zero discernable extra space. What the eff?? I lose.
ReplyDeleteIt's Friday and that is obvious because many of my sentences above are missing words. Please add the words "in" and "he" in their appropriate places. I cannot allow you to think I'm an idiot. Happy weekend!
ReplyDeleteI have been known to tell people, ”I'm not a hoarder; I'm just a really bad housekeeper.” Which is true. Hoarders care about their stuff and can't bear to part with it. On the other hand, if someone came into my house and got rid of all my crap, I'd be thrilled!
ReplyDeleteI'm a total collector (not hoarder, there's a difference!) and I think that you should TOTALLY do a giveaway and send pennies and a wooden coin to someone! It'd be awesome! When I was younger I had a collection of PENCIL shavings. I'm not even kidding. I thought they were pretty.
ReplyDeleteMy best friend is such a hoarder. i've helped him clean before and we've gotten into arguments over spare bits of copper wire...
ReplyDeleteLoving this. When Hubby moved in with me I found him 2 shelves and half a wardrobe; which is a lot out of my 15 foot long wardrobes, even if I do only wear about a 1/3 of what is in there.
ReplyDeleteAnyhoo, I digress slightly. When I helped him love he had bin bags of clothes; no already packed before I arrived just never unpacked since he had moved into a house with his best friend 18 months before! He had post in his work bag that was 6 years old because 'you never know when you might need it'.
I would say that he was lucky I allowed him to move in as I throw lots of things away (unless they are clothes I may fit in again in the future or shoes...any shoes) but really I was lucky he still agreed to move in after I showed him how to 'fold a top properly so that it sits right in on the shelf'. Army rat right there!