"Middle children have remarkable diplomatic skills."

-The Secret Power of Middle Children, by Catherine Salmon

Friday, April 10, 2009

Confessions of a Pack Rat

I never really considered myself a pack rat. Not to be confused with the Rat Pack..you know, Frank, Sammy and Dean. I may be a little bit of a saver, for creative purposes only, mind you. But having to get ready for the carpet to come (see previous post) really opened my eyes to what a little piggy I am! I had to clean out the bottom of my hall cupboard, where the carpet would be laid. Here is a PARTIAL list of the stuff that came out of the bottom area:

* Nine used calendars dating back to 1997. '98, '01, '05, are missing. Why I saved them and why those three years are missing, I Have no clue!

* Hand made baby blankets for each of my babies. Time to give those up to my babies who are grown and having babies of their own.

* A bag full of plastic easter eggs

* A bag full of little black leprechaun pots

* A bag full of plastic lei's

* Table cloths that don't fit any table I own

* A silver platter (that I'm sure I will need when the queen comes for dinner)

* An assortment of partially burned candles, in a variety of shapes, colors, scents, and sizes

* A gallon size ziplock bag of rocks..yes I said rocks. Not fancy rocks. More like pea gravel.

* A 3 ring binder with all the information pertaining to the purchase, then sale, of our first home.

* A box of art supplies

* A giftbag full of 50th birthday gag gifts (not MY 50th, I'M not 50 yet)

* A ziplock bag of dried potpouri in cinnamon/christmas pine scent

* A large container of assorted dried gourds

Keep in mind that this is just a partial list. Oh yes my friend, there is more _ _ _ _ that I took out of the cupboard and threw away or gave to the DI. Also, this isn't shelves and shelves worth of stuff. This is the bottom area only.

I need to have a yard sale for all this stuff.... And my head examined. I'm sure Sigmund Freud would have plenty to say about this neurosis of mine. But I think a much funnier man, George Carlin, said it best: The meaning of life is 'Trying to find a place for your STUFF'.
Anyone want some stuff?