Nothing satisfies quite like a good...
...purge and pitch. That was the mission of the day. Roomie and I spent literally the ENTIRE day cleaning out our rooms and throwing stuff away. Inherent in such an endeavour is cleaning, of course, so the place has also had a massive overhaul in terms of dust elimination and bacteria extermination. I love the smell of clean things. I joke about it a lot, but after today's little episode, I'm beginning to seriously consider that I have diagnosable OCD. I get a real high from cleaning, sorting, organizing, rearranging. I may have missed my calling as an interior designer.
Actually, my new job-of-my-dreams-at-the-moment is to be one of the organizers on TLC's Clean Sweep. Good lord, have you seen this show??? It makes me so happy I can't even describe it. Paper Boy finds nothing quite so amusing and bewildering as the fact that A) A TV station actually broadcasts a show about cleaning up and B) That this is my utmost favourite thing to watch. (besides Friends, of course) Imagine getting paid to clean up and organize people's shit. Oh god, I'm getting shivers just considering the possibility.... YAY for anal-retentive tidiness finding a home on TLC. That's Life Unscripted. (shameless plug for a network that will never pay me for my endorsements)
Roomie is out on a date right now. So happy for her. She has been kinda lonely lately, so it makes me cheery to see her getting excited about this little adventure. Hopes that this one goes better than the last. She deserves great things. In my cleaning frenzy today I found a card/letter she wrote to me last year when I was going through a rough time. Actually, it was right about this time, exactly a year ago. It was to be opened whenever I felt crappy about myself. I had forgotten about it, and it made me tear when I read it again today. She is so great. She read it too, and when she finished, she said, "Wow, I really love you." That cracked me up. That's why she's the bestest friend a girl could ever have: she can be serious when you need it, love you when you need it most, hug you and cry with you when you can't speak your emotions, give advice when you want it, listen when you don't want to hear the advice you know you need, and crack you up at any other time just by being her weird self. YAY for her.
I had a little adventure whilst I was at home, in that I frequented the new (well, new to me) bar downtown. My brothers live there, apparently, and so does their hockey team. Their teammates are strangely entertained by my presence in Milton, and all find it necessary to comment on the fact that I'm a Szafer, and the boys' sister, and there. It's very curious. Older bro's g/f was getting annoyed with them and says to me "I don't understand what the hell is so funny about the fact that they have a sister???" I think it's mostly to do with the fact that most of these people forget I exist because I never ran with their crowd, and I've never really been in Milton for any substantial amount of time since I moved out at the start of second year, so it entertains them to be reminded that I'm alive. They also like to sit beside me and put their stupid arms around me and attract my older bro's attention, in the hopes that they will tick him off. They all laugh their asses off to sit beside me and yell out "Szafer! Look man, I'm with your sister! Hey Szaf??!!" It's freakin bizarre. Milton men are a strange breed.
Mommy made me a lovely little book of Pablo Neruda poetry for Christmas (Neruda is my favourite, a god among men). It's got some quotes from him at the start, a biography, index, and then a collection of poems. She put the whole thing together herself in this cute little spiral book with all coordinating colours to the type (she's OCD too). The back page has a note from her that reads, in part, "Live, laugh, love, and never forget me. Mom." This makes me tear so much it's silly. I actually cried Christmas morning when I read that. That she would ever even imagine I was capable of forgetting her, and that she worries she'll be forgotten to the world just brings a tear to my heart. I love my mom, and I so regret that it took me so long to get close to her. I spent so much of my youth feeling alienated and brooding on my middle child syndrome and what I felt were my inadequacies as a daughter etc etc, that I was somewhat removed from the experience of being friends with my mom. Thankfully, a tragic event was too much for me to handle on my own, and I was forced to lean on her. And I truly am thankful that it happened, because that was the catalyst for me uncovering a whole new relationship with my mother that I couldn't live without now. She's such a good lady, and she's always done so much for us, and she's so much like me. I guess that's backwards actually - as I get older, I realize how much like her I really am, and I'm really proud to be like her in some way because I think she's great. She's so happy with herself now too, it makes me happy. Both my parents are much more relaxed and calm. They are taking care of themselves, now that their 3 children are all in their 20s and self-sufficient, and I'm glad because they deserve it.
It continues to amaze me how much I can ramble on here without even realizing it. LJ is some sort of conversational wizard, methinks.
And with that, I close.
Actually, my new job-of-my-dreams-at-the-moment is to be one of the organizers on TLC's Clean Sweep. Good lord, have you seen this show??? It makes me so happy I can't even describe it. Paper Boy finds nothing quite so amusing and bewildering as the fact that A) A TV station actually broadcasts a show about cleaning up and B) That this is my utmost favourite thing to watch. (besides Friends, of course) Imagine getting paid to clean up and organize people's shit. Oh god, I'm getting shivers just considering the possibility.... YAY for anal-retentive tidiness finding a home on TLC. That's Life Unscripted. (shameless plug for a network that will never pay me for my endorsements)
Roomie is out on a date right now. So happy for her. She has been kinda lonely lately, so it makes me cheery to see her getting excited about this little adventure. Hopes that this one goes better than the last. She deserves great things. In my cleaning frenzy today I found a card/letter she wrote to me last year when I was going through a rough time. Actually, it was right about this time, exactly a year ago. It was to be opened whenever I felt crappy about myself. I had forgotten about it, and it made me tear when I read it again today. She is so great. She read it too, and when she finished, she said, "Wow, I really love you." That cracked me up. That's why she's the bestest friend a girl could ever have: she can be serious when you need it, love you when you need it most, hug you and cry with you when you can't speak your emotions, give advice when you want it, listen when you don't want to hear the advice you know you need, and crack you up at any other time just by being her weird self. YAY for her.
I had a little adventure whilst I was at home, in that I frequented the new (well, new to me) bar downtown. My brothers live there, apparently, and so does their hockey team. Their teammates are strangely entertained by my presence in Milton, and all find it necessary to comment on the fact that I'm a Szafer, and the boys' sister, and there. It's very curious. Older bro's g/f was getting annoyed with them and says to me "I don't understand what the hell is so funny about the fact that they have a sister???" I think it's mostly to do with the fact that most of these people forget I exist because I never ran with their crowd, and I've never really been in Milton for any substantial amount of time since I moved out at the start of second year, so it entertains them to be reminded that I'm alive. They also like to sit beside me and put their stupid arms around me and attract my older bro's attention, in the hopes that they will tick him off. They all laugh their asses off to sit beside me and yell out "Szafer! Look man, I'm with your sister! Hey Szaf??!!" It's freakin bizarre. Milton men are a strange breed.
Mommy made me a lovely little book of Pablo Neruda poetry for Christmas (Neruda is my favourite, a god among men). It's got some quotes from him at the start, a biography, index, and then a collection of poems. She put the whole thing together herself in this cute little spiral book with all coordinating colours to the type (she's OCD too). The back page has a note from her that reads, in part, "Live, laugh, love, and never forget me. Mom." This makes me tear so much it's silly. I actually cried Christmas morning when I read that. That she would ever even imagine I was capable of forgetting her, and that she worries she'll be forgotten to the world just brings a tear to my heart. I love my mom, and I so regret that it took me so long to get close to her. I spent so much of my youth feeling alienated and brooding on my middle child syndrome and what I felt were my inadequacies as a daughter etc etc, that I was somewhat removed from the experience of being friends with my mom. Thankfully, a tragic event was too much for me to handle on my own, and I was forced to lean on her. And I truly am thankful that it happened, because that was the catalyst for me uncovering a whole new relationship with my mother that I couldn't live without now. She's such a good lady, and she's always done so much for us, and she's so much like me. I guess that's backwards actually - as I get older, I realize how much like her I really am, and I'm really proud to be like her in some way because I think she's great. She's so happy with herself now too, it makes me happy. Both my parents are much more relaxed and calm. They are taking care of themselves, now that their 3 children are all in their 20s and self-sufficient, and I'm glad because they deserve it.
It continues to amaze me how much I can ramble on here without even realizing it. LJ is some sort of conversational wizard, methinks.
And with that, I close.