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Mom and Dad have more shit than anyone alive.
Mom has boxes of 'teaching material' she claims she can look through some other time. Mind you most of this stuff is in huge boxes in the very back of closets covered in dust. Some material is dated in the 70's. No we don't need calendars from 1974, 1985, etc. If it is broken throw it out. BLAH!
I found the funniest thing today. It was a journal (in a normal notebook) that Yvonne wrote. It was about what a big baby I was when my parents bought me stuff I didn't want for my birthday and the fit I threw because I wanted an American doll. Then Yvonne goes on some long rant on how she needs to learn to sew American doll outfits for her porcelain doll. Two entries later she writes about how we all are going to get an American doll. Needless to say I didn't throw out that journal. It was too cute.
On with my rant...
WHO the hell needs 1000 jars? Does my mother jar anything? Oh not since 1984. Did you have any idea that she has stuff to make stained glass? Oh well she does. How about knitting and crocheting patterns and yarn? Why yes she does. How about needle point? Oh an assload of that also.
I haven't even entered the hall/closet of death. You know the set of encyclopedias from 1972 are still there. How about my parents college books? Mark that with a check. Not to mention that the house is a dust trap. I've never seen so much dust in my life. It is getting worse as we are taking things out of the house.
Anyone need a ice cream maker? How about 2? Yes I think I'm losing my mind. I think we took out 20 bags of crap out to the trash today. Did we even make a dent? Nope. Maybe the house will burn down. :p
Mom has boxes of 'teaching material' she claims she can look through some other time. Mind you most of this stuff is in huge boxes in the very back of closets covered in dust. Some material is dated in the 70's. No we don't need calendars from 1974, 1985, etc. If it is broken throw it out. BLAH!
I found the funniest thing today. It was a journal (in a normal notebook) that Yvonne wrote. It was about what a big baby I was when my parents bought me stuff I didn't want for my birthday and the fit I threw because I wanted an American doll. Then Yvonne goes on some long rant on how she needs to learn to sew American doll outfits for her porcelain doll. Two entries later she writes about how we all are going to get an American doll. Needless to say I didn't throw out that journal. It was too cute.
On with my rant...
WHO the hell needs 1000 jars? Does my mother jar anything? Oh not since 1984. Did you have any idea that she has stuff to make stained glass? Oh well she does. How about knitting and crocheting patterns and yarn? Why yes she does. How about needle point? Oh an assload of that also.
I haven't even entered the hall/closet of death. You know the set of encyclopedias from 1972 are still there. How about my parents college books? Mark that with a check. Not to mention that the house is a dust trap. I've never seen so much dust in my life. It is getting worse as we are taking things out of the house.
Anyone need a ice cream maker? How about 2? Yes I think I'm losing my mind. I think we took out 20 bags of crap out to the trash today. Did we even make a dent? Nope. Maybe the house will burn down. :p