I come from a short line of pack-rats. My mom and her mom are/were pack-rats. (My grandma was #11 out of 12 kids so I can't imagine her mom keeping anything that couldn't be considered a hand-me-down!
I have watched that Hoarders show exactly once. It's so crazy! And the people on that show have SO much stuff that I don't feel like a pack-rat at all. I feel like I have an adequate amount of junk and that I am perfectly normal. I know I have definite Hoarder tendencies but I do my best to keep them in check if for no other reason then I don't want my kids to end up like me! I see T heading that way already. Every toy, rock, bit of clothing, book, etc. that he's ever owned or laid eyes on will be his forever. I was making them clean their room and I held up a small plastic cup and asked who it belonged to and T said it was his. I asked if I could toss it and he got all mopey about it. I made him toss it.
I'm waiting for the day when they do what I did to my mom. When I was 11, my mom was hassling me about my messy room and wanted me to clean it. Without saying a word, I took her by the hand and led her in to her own room and presented her space. It was like a cyclone hit in there. I had a tornado and she had a cyclone. She laughed and made a deal where I never had to clean my room unless hers was clean. (I never had to clean my room much.)
So back to that Hoarders show.... They focused on 2 women, one who lives alone and one who's 16 year old son called Child Services on her because he could no longer get to his bed for all the crap she was hoarding.
The first woman had a 3 bedroom house, so all totaled..... about 6 rooms in the house. She travelled a lot with her job and whenever she traveled she was well and when she was home she was very sick. When the clean-up crew showed up, in the first day, with the first 3 rooms, they removed FIVE TONS of stuff! Five. Tons.
Her house had those little hoarder trails throughout. A thin line into the kitchen where the fridge and all the cabinets were blocked with stuff. A small trail to a bathroom where the shower and sink were completely inaccessible (she could still use the toilet though!). A sliver of floor into a bedroom where she slept on a small, hard chair because the bed was buried. There was about 2 inches of mouse crap in drifts under all that stuff they took from those first three rooms (no wonder she's sick when she's home,right?).
They had the woman outside and the clean-up man showed her a children's board book and asked if she even knew anyone with a child that age anymore. She said she would find someone to give it to. Then he said, "No. What family is going to allow you to give this book to their toddler?? It's covered in rat feces and urine." She said, "I can clean it up!" He said, "No. You can't clean urine off a book." He finally convinced her to let him throw it away.
It was tooth and nail the whole time and after three days, the clean-up guy finally gave up and told the therapist that the lady was no where near ready to let them finish the job. I think the final straw for clean-up guy was when they got through the first three rooms and uncovered a door. A whole 'nother room, they didn't even know about. They opened the door and behind the door was floor-to-ceiling stuff. You couldn't get in the room! It was full of things from Home Shopping Network - most still in the shipping boxes! One of the boxes had a $600 set of pots and pans when they opened it. It was under so many things that some of the pots had actually collapsed under the weight and the set was useless. Wild.
The other woman (the one who's son turned her in) had 2 grown daughters that live within a coupla miles from her. When it was clean-up day, the woman had a panic attack and she started tearing in to her daughters, mostly about the fact that they never visit and bring their toddler children (her grandkids) to visit even though they live so close. One daughter said, "Mom. Last time we brought them, Sally was nearly crushed by falling bins! You call and it's always the same argument how you have all this stuff and we never help you. There's TWENTY people here today and their sole purpose is to help clean up and you won't let them." Mom said, "You need to read your bible."
Wow. Just..... wow. I'm guessing she was referring to the honor your parents or respect your elders bits of the Bible but I'm quite sure (I'd lay money) that she pulls out that little gem every time she's losing an argument.
She finally let them clean out her house and was all overjoyed and felt so much "lighter and happier" and vowed never to go back to that way of life again. And 6 months later, her son had to call Child Services on her again.
We were watching a CSI episode that also dealt with a hoarder as their primary story line. The hoarder in the episode was a highly organized hoarder and all her stuff was in matching bins! After we saw the episode, Dave looked at me and said, "Doesn't that make you want to get rid of some of your stuff?" (He's always harping on me to get rid of my stuff.) I said, "No. It makes me want to buy more bins!!"
I actually am going through my bins in our garage. When we moved from Parker, to where we are now, we moved into a smaller place. We went from a 3 bedroom, 2 car garage, finished partial basement house to a 1 car garage, 2 (large, master-bedroom-sized) bedroom, no basement townhouse/condo thing. 90% of my yarn and a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff has been generously housed at a friend's house in Parker since September 2009.
There are things in our garage that I want in our house but it's hard to find the room. The boys have 2 small bookcases in their room. One actually holds books, the other holds treasures. I made them move the treasure so I could give them the set of children's classics that I received as a gift when I was in 3rd grade. I want them to have them (have access to them) while they are still young enough to really enjoy them.
Other then that, it's time for me to go through all my stuff and start making some hard decisions.
But wait.... is it that time yet? I remembered that Dave has this little mobile home that we own as part of his business. It used to be the office but we moved the office stuff to our home (partly because it's just more convenient, mainly because that little house has no bathroom), so now it sits on the property he rents to store his equipment and we even pay $30/month extra for it to have electricity we rarely use. It has 2 big office spaces and one smaller room. We had a bit of an argument about it. He says he's put stuff in those rooms and there's no room for more. After some angry back and forth (mostly him telling me to get rid of some crap; mostly me saying it's my crap and I shouldn't have to get rid of it if I didn't want to), he agreed to move some stuff around so I can put some things there. I figure it can be my pay for being the secretary for his business.
Dreaming of matching bins, Ruth!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
G is for Goals
Last year [2009] I didn't do nearly as much reading as I am normally capable of. I didn't even do the R.I.P. Challenge this year [2010]. I think I read maybe 7 books in 2010. Another goal in 2011 is a lot more reading.
Here's my book list so far:
Forest House - Marion Zimmer Bradley (started this a few days ago)
Hansel and Gretel
Dark Tower V - Stephen King
The Kiss - Katherine Harrison
Poisonwood Bible - Barabara Kingsolver
Fatal Cure - Robin Cook
You Suck and Bite Me - Christopher Moore
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley (R.I.P. Challenge)
Stranger in a Strange Land - Robert A. Heinlein (R.I.P. Challenge)
Daywatch - (R.I.P. Challenge)
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - (R.I.P. Challenge)
I also want to read more plays so I'm going to read at least one play each from my favorite playwrights - Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, and Oscar Wilde.
OK, I wrote the above a few days before the new year and I am still trudging through Forest House. It's not bad, but it's just not really grabbing me and last night, when I realized it's March and I still have over 200 pages left!, I think I might do something I NEVER do. I think I might actually put it down for a bit and crank out a couple other books.
I definitely want to crank out the Christopher Moore books and maybe a play or two and that may jump start me getting back to reading.
I hate putting a book down. I can't stand not knowing the end of the story even if the story sucks.
Forest House does not suck. It's really quite good but it's sort of the same as Mists of Avalon in that everyone is being used by older people with political agendas and no one seems to have any choices.
I did read a book last year that was almost sucky. I don't want to say the name of it because if it was at all my cup of tea, it probably wouldn't have been sucky. It was a "cozy" mystery so no blood or guts and it was all very sanitary. I don't much care for sanitary. There were over 200 pages and by page 30 I knew who was going to die, how they would die, who killed them and what the motive was. I was wrong about the way the victim died and half-right about the motive. Blah.
Sometime last year, or maybe even the year before, I completely lost my reading mojo. I used to be insatiable with books. I watch a ton of TV and movies but I always read, too, but lately, I just don't ever feel like reading. It makes me sad because I feel like I'm losing something I once loved.
My knitting goals are coming along. I finished a WIP pair of socks and a bath mat I started 3 years ago, I've made about 6 hats, 2 pickle ornaments and I'm making progress on two sweaters. I throw in a bunch of little stuff here and there to make myself believe I've finished lots of things.
One of the things I did to help with my knitting goals was to make a list of what to work on each week:
Monday - Hats
Tuesday - Socks
Wednesday - Socks
Thursday - Dealer's Choice
Friday - Sweaters
Saturday - Sweaters
Sunday - WIP/UFO's
I know it seems like a special piece of crazy but it's really working for me! And it's not set in stone, if I want to work on something non-hat on Monday, I do.
My health goals haven't even been attempted. I was working out like crazy for 8 months, I lost 20 pounds and 2 sizes but I hit a wall and haven't worked out in months. I bought a size 12 pair of pants at Old Navy (yay!) and they are already a bit loose (double yay!). No explanation for it other then maybe because I quit grazing all the time, I'm still losing weight?
In anticipation of this year's Alphabet Soup, I started this post and a couple others at the end of last year. Just wrote down ideas for letters and a line or two to remind me what I wanted to write about. When I wrote this one initially, it was all full of promise and hope, but as March rolls around and I see where I'm at, it's ending with a bunch of Fail. That's not depressing at all.
A bowl full of sunshine, Ruth!
Here's my book list so far:
Forest House - Marion Zimmer Bradley (started this a few days ago)
Hansel and Gretel
Dark Tower V - Stephen King
The Kiss - Katherine Harrison
Poisonwood Bible - Barabara Kingsolver
Fatal Cure - Robin Cook
You Suck and Bite Me - Christopher Moore
Frankenstein - Mary Shelley (R.I.P. Challenge)
Stranger in a Strange Land - Robert A. Heinlein (R.I.P. Challenge)
Daywatch - (R.I.P. Challenge)
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - (R.I.P. Challenge)
I also want to read more plays so I'm going to read at least one play each from my favorite playwrights - Shakespeare, Tennessee Williams, and Oscar Wilde.
OK, I wrote the above a few days before the new year and I am still trudging through Forest House. It's not bad, but it's just not really grabbing me and last night, when I realized it's March and I still have over 200 pages left!, I think I might do something I NEVER do. I think I might actually put it down for a bit and crank out a couple other books.
I definitely want to crank out the Christopher Moore books and maybe a play or two and that may jump start me getting back to reading.
I hate putting a book down. I can't stand not knowing the end of the story even if the story sucks.
Forest House does not suck. It's really quite good but it's sort of the same as Mists of Avalon in that everyone is being used by older people with political agendas and no one seems to have any choices.
I did read a book last year that was almost sucky. I don't want to say the name of it because if it was at all my cup of tea, it probably wouldn't have been sucky. It was a "cozy" mystery so no blood or guts and it was all very sanitary. I don't much care for sanitary. There were over 200 pages and by page 30 I knew who was going to die, how they would die, who killed them and what the motive was. I was wrong about the way the victim died and half-right about the motive. Blah.
Sometime last year, or maybe even the year before, I completely lost my reading mojo. I used to be insatiable with books. I watch a ton of TV and movies but I always read, too, but lately, I just don't ever feel like reading. It makes me sad because I feel like I'm losing something I once loved.
My knitting goals are coming along. I finished a WIP pair of socks and a bath mat I started 3 years ago, I've made about 6 hats, 2 pickle ornaments and I'm making progress on two sweaters. I throw in a bunch of little stuff here and there to make myself believe I've finished lots of things.
One of the things I did to help with my knitting goals was to make a list of what to work on each week:
Monday - Hats
Tuesday - Socks
Wednesday - Socks
Thursday - Dealer's Choice
Friday - Sweaters
Saturday - Sweaters
Sunday - WIP/UFO's
I know it seems like a special piece of crazy but it's really working for me! And it's not set in stone, if I want to work on something non-hat on Monday, I do.
My health goals haven't even been attempted. I was working out like crazy for 8 months, I lost 20 pounds and 2 sizes but I hit a wall and haven't worked out in months. I bought a size 12 pair of pants at Old Navy (yay!) and they are already a bit loose (double yay!). No explanation for it other then maybe because I quit grazing all the time, I'm still losing weight?
In anticipation of this year's Alphabet Soup, I started this post and a couple others at the end of last year. Just wrote down ideas for letters and a line or two to remind me what I wanted to write about. When I wrote this one initially, it was all full of promise and hope, but as March rolls around and I see where I'm at, it's ending with a bunch of Fail. That's not depressing at all.
A bowl full of sunshine, Ruth!
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