Officially a pack-rat.
Like it was ever in contention.
In the last few days before I take off for paradise Brisbane, I'm attempting get everything done. It won't happen, of course, it never does. But I'm not going to let a silly thing like experience stop me from trying anyway.
So one of the 'things' that I 'need' to do before going back is to finish typing up a list of everything I own that's been packed into boxes. Each box is numbered (I'm up to 50-something boxes, yet another sign I have too much crap) and the contents written on 50-odd pieces of paper. The orange coloured paper is from boxes in Australia, blue (and white, because I ran out -- I do feel I should source some red paper to complete the trifecta) is for boxes in the states.
So obviously, the orange pieces of paper -- the ones from Australia -- have been floating around for over two years, waiting to get lost, destroyed, drooled on, etc. I am meticulous with my crap, so this hasn't happened yet. Admittedly, I'm not sure what the loss would be if these desirable bits of dead tree were returned to their place to origin.
But anyway, so I'm finally getting around to typing this stuff, because 50-plus pieces of paper is getting annoying, is prone to destruction as mentioned above, and a word document is easily copied so that no matter where I am, I can be informed of the important bits of information -- and it is important, and you soon will understand. See, as I'm typing this stuff up, it's impossible not to notice what it is I'm typing . . . and it's depressing. Really, I'm not surprised I have amassed over 50 boxes, with contents like this:
13 tubes acrylic paint (assorted colours)
Ribbons & material (& buttons and pins)
Out of Time - John Marsden
Sophie’s World: The Greek Philosophers - Jostein Gaardener
Various balls of wool
Unreal! - Paul Jennings
The Journey - John Marsden
Unmentionable - Paul Jennings
Take My Word For It - John Marsden
The Great Gatenby - John Marsden
Assorted Makeup
- Lip shines, eyeshadow, moisturizer
Balls of wool and ribbons
Vellum tape
Book light
Makeup brushes
Fame Game - Claudia Pattison
Guilty Feet - Kelly Harte
Shopaholic & Sister - Sophie Kinsella
Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic - Sophie Kinsella
Stainless steel teaspoon
5 plastic forks
6 plastic spoons
4 plastic knives
4 pillow cases
2 litre juice jug
Washcloth
10 puzzle books
The Beatles - Hunter Davies
The Beatles: Long & Winding Road - 5 DVD set
A Hard Days Night: Deluxe 2 DVD set
1 pink sheer curtain
1 washcloth
Sims ‘Superstar’ & ‘Vacation’ box and manuals
Plastic cereal container
75 paper lunch bags
50 plastic straws
The Complete Beatles Chronicle - Mark Lewison
Harrison: By the editors of Rolling Stone
America the Book: A citizens guide to democracy . . .
Fruit & Vegetable Gardening in Australia - Michael Pollock
Learning electronics: Book 1 - Colin Mitchell
The Authoritative Calvin & Hobbes - Bill Watterson
The Essential Calvin & Hobbes - Bill Watterson
2 handbags
1 reel line (for line trimmer/hedges)
That's a SINGLE box. Makeup? Yeah, because I: 1. wear makeup often and 2. want to touch that crap after it's been festering in a warm box for 30 months. Yick.
75 paper lunch bags. I suppose it's nice to know that when I do move back to Australia, I will not have to concern myself with picking up a package of lunch bags in the first few, oh, decades I'm there, because not once in recent history have I had to make use of a paper bag. Which is possibly why I had 75 of the damn things to start with.
Plastic eating utensils: so if I ever have an outdoor picnic with 6 friends, 1 of whom is happy to eat simply with a spoon and another content with a spoon and a fork, I shan't have to worry about shopping beforehand for supplies. On the bright side, I can also supply a steel teaspoon if we have another guest.
Washcloths -- I do hope these are unused. I would imagine they are, seeing as how I cannot think of a single practical use for these silly things.
The acrylic paint will be nice and tacky when I see it next.
50 plastic straws: to compensate my picnic guests for a lack of other utensils.
1 reel line: I presume somewhere in another box is my hedge trimmer, though it would seem far more sensible to pack the two together. Of course, this is coming from the girl who is keeping 'various balls of wool', a juice jug, and vellum tape in case of nuclear disaster.
There are 50 more boxes like this which include notable items like: 1 slipper (in case I ever become an amputee), Bring it On - Pat Robertson (Yes, THAT Pat Robertson. Don't worry, he's been boxed with Bill O'Reilly, so they should be happy together), 2 boxes of fabric softener sheets, 9 pairs of gardening gloves (gardening parties?), chipwood (I have no idea what the context is. I assume it's not just splinters strewn throughout the box, but I suppose I'll soon find that out), VCR remote (I can't seem to locate the actual VCR, so that'll be a helpful accessory), roll of paper (what?), 31 floppy disks (oh goooood. I was running out of those dandy things too, wasn't I?), 1 plastic fan blade (I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry), 1 pink heavy winter jacket (never know when I might need that in the sub-tropics), 1 wine glass, 2 pens, CD/Radio car faceplate, 5-port network hub, 4 pairs chopsticks and a collectible spoon (another one for my picnic guests).
So it's entirely possible that I will come back to America with no tan and in dire need of a vacation, because just looking at that crap makes me want to get a giant black plastic garbage bag and throw most of that stuff in it. Holy crap.
In the last few days before I take off for paradise Brisbane, I'm attempting get everything done. It won't happen, of course, it never does. But I'm not going to let a silly thing like experience stop me from trying anyway.
So one of the 'things' that I 'need' to do before going back is to finish typing up a list of everything I own that's been packed into boxes. Each box is numbered (I'm up to 50-something boxes, yet another sign I have too much crap) and the contents written on 50-odd pieces of paper. The orange coloured paper is from boxes in Australia, blue (and white, because I ran out -- I do feel I should source some red paper to complete the trifecta) is for boxes in the states.
So obviously, the orange pieces of paper -- the ones from Australia -- have been floating around for over two years, waiting to get lost, destroyed, drooled on, etc. I am meticulous with my crap, so this hasn't happened yet. Admittedly, I'm not sure what the loss would be if these desirable bits of dead tree were returned to their place to origin.
But anyway, so I'm finally getting around to typing this stuff, because 50-plus pieces of paper is getting annoying, is prone to destruction as mentioned above, and a word document is easily copied so that no matter where I am, I can be informed of the important bits of information -- and it is important, and you soon will understand. See, as I'm typing this stuff up, it's impossible not to notice what it is I'm typing . . . and it's depressing. Really, I'm not surprised I have amassed over 50 boxes, with contents like this:
13 tubes acrylic paint (assorted colours)
Ribbons & material (& buttons and pins)
Out of Time - John Marsden
Sophie’s World: The Greek Philosophers - Jostein Gaardener
Various balls of wool
Unreal! - Paul Jennings
The Journey - John Marsden
Unmentionable - Paul Jennings
Take My Word For It - John Marsden
The Great Gatenby - John Marsden
Assorted Makeup
- Lip shines, eyeshadow, moisturizer
Balls of wool and ribbons
Vellum tape
Book light
Makeup brushes
Fame Game - Claudia Pattison
Guilty Feet - Kelly Harte
Shopaholic & Sister - Sophie Kinsella
Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic - Sophie Kinsella
Stainless steel teaspoon
5 plastic forks
6 plastic spoons
4 plastic knives
4 pillow cases
2 litre juice jug
Washcloth
10 puzzle books
The Beatles - Hunter Davies
The Beatles: Long & Winding Road - 5 DVD set
A Hard Days Night: Deluxe 2 DVD set
1 pink sheer curtain
1 washcloth
Sims ‘Superstar’ & ‘Vacation’ box and manuals
Plastic cereal container
75 paper lunch bags
50 plastic straws
The Complete Beatles Chronicle - Mark Lewison
Harrison: By the editors of Rolling Stone
America the Book: A citizens guide to democracy . . .
Fruit & Vegetable Gardening in Australia - Michael Pollock
Learning electronics: Book 1 - Colin Mitchell
The Authoritative Calvin & Hobbes - Bill Watterson
The Essential Calvin & Hobbes - Bill Watterson
2 handbags
1 reel line (for line trimmer/hedges)
That's a SINGLE box. Makeup? Yeah, because I: 1. wear makeup often and 2. want to touch that crap after it's been festering in a warm box for 30 months. Yick.
75 paper lunch bags. I suppose it's nice to know that when I do move back to Australia, I will not have to concern myself with picking up a package of lunch bags in the first few, oh, decades I'm there, because not once in recent history have I had to make use of a paper bag. Which is possibly why I had 75 of the damn things to start with.
Plastic eating utensils: so if I ever have an outdoor picnic with 6 friends, 1 of whom is happy to eat simply with a spoon and another content with a spoon and a fork, I shan't have to worry about shopping beforehand for supplies. On the bright side, I can also supply a steel teaspoon if we have another guest.
Washcloths -- I do hope these are unused. I would imagine they are, seeing as how I cannot think of a single practical use for these silly things.
The acrylic paint will be nice and tacky when I see it next.
50 plastic straws: to compensate my picnic guests for a lack of other utensils.
1 reel line: I presume somewhere in another box is my hedge trimmer, though it would seem far more sensible to pack the two together. Of course, this is coming from the girl who is keeping 'various balls of wool', a juice jug, and vellum tape in case of nuclear disaster.
There are 50 more boxes like this which include notable items like: 1 slipper (in case I ever become an amputee), Bring it On - Pat Robertson (Yes, THAT Pat Robertson. Don't worry, he's been boxed with Bill O'Reilly, so they should be happy together), 2 boxes of fabric softener sheets, 9 pairs of gardening gloves (gardening parties?), chipwood (I have no idea what the context is. I assume it's not just splinters strewn throughout the box, but I suppose I'll soon find that out), VCR remote (I can't seem to locate the actual VCR, so that'll be a helpful accessory), roll of paper (what?), 31 floppy disks (oh goooood. I was running out of those dandy things too, wasn't I?), 1 plastic fan blade (I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry), 1 pink heavy winter jacket (never know when I might need that in the sub-tropics), 1 wine glass, 2 pens, CD/Radio car faceplate, 5-port network hub, 4 pairs chopsticks and a collectible spoon (another one for my picnic guests).
So it's entirely possible that I will come back to America with no tan and in dire need of a vacation, because just looking at that crap makes me want to get a giant black plastic garbage bag and throw most of that stuff in it. Holy crap.