Pat Rack Junior...
This is what it was. Never mind finding clothes that were clean. Don't even think about coordinating matching anything. It was a nightmare, partly because it become one of the last depositories for all things Nicole that were all over the house. The Saturday Box is going to make its 2009 debut. If it is out and doesn't get put away, it goes in a Saturday box, to be reclaimed on Saturday, but only if it goes back where it belongs, otherwise it will end up at HUF, never to be re-purchased again.
I had my mom take my picture and I swear the flash did go off, but you could never tell.
"Welcome to Kathy's World." I am somewhat partial to, "Living Life on the Edge Trying Not to Fall Off" and also under consideration is, "Flying Through Life by the Seat of Your Pants."
- Nicole's room.
- My mother brought yogurt with her from NY and put it in my pantry instead of the fridge.
- A phone call from a friend giving some sage advice about financial matters that my dad needs to take care of ASAP. Only problem is, he is in London, and no one could give us the correct city code for London. I had to pay $7.95 for International Directory Assistance.
- I have been working on arranging for a visiting speaker for our church this weekend and now we are getting a foot of snow; prudently he cancelled, but I am bummed because I wanted to hear him speak (Sherman Bradley, City Gospel Mission, Cincinnati) and was having a dinner party tomorrow night. I get psyched up for these things, so it not happening is bumming me out.
- Howie is not happy that somehow the fish tank that was in what is now our shared office is taking up 25% of the surface space of his desk, and my mom is not happy that the filter is not plugged in. One frog and one sucker fish have been managing without bubbles and gold fish food for sometime now.
- My mom is a pack rat also, (what can I say, it is a family trait) and is preparing for Armageddon now in her new bedroom, storing cans of Progresso Soup under her bed instead of putting them in the kitchen.
Sigh.
So what's your vote for new blog title?
PS In trying to figure out what is the best way to go about re-booking the airline tickets (why pay a change fee when more than likely the flight will end up cancelled anyway?) I spoke with a lovely Travelocity agent in India named Balwant, and I even pronounced it correctly! Score two points for me!
Peace. And stay warm and safe, and if the snow is flying in your neck of the woods tomorrow, hunker down, bake some cookies, and pull out a game.
Labels: cancelled flights, guest speaker, hand up foundation, messy rooms, pack rats, purging, Stressed out Moms, Travelocity in India

10 Comments:
I like "Living on the Edge and Trying Not to Fall Off."
Good for you on Nicole's room -- maybe I can tackle Simone's room! I love the idea of the Saturday box -- that's a new one to me.
Cleaning rooms....My daughter's room looked like that corner of Nicole's AFTER she got married and moved away. I cleaned it for her. She thanked me. It was too hard to say goodbye to childhood for her. In return, she came and helped me organize and CLEAN my son's room.
Sometimes it takes an objective pair of eyes to help with those things.
As for blog names...you mentioned flying through life by the seat of your pants...really, if you go that route, it should be seat of your jammies...
What about, "Be sure to always wear cute jammies--in case the alarm doesn't go off"... :)
When I was in college, we got a "fresh-out-of-college" youth pastor and we became good friends. We would go to Prince Puckler's once a week for ice cream. One day the ice cream fell right off her cone and onto the sidewalk. She always got it in a bowl after that. BUt one day she sent me a card with a big chicken on fhr front holding an ice cream cone and it said on the front, "I have licked the ice cream cone of life..." and on the inside, you see the scoop melting on the chicken's sneakers, "and it has fallen on my tennies."
I think that is a great motto for a Smith-luck person like you. "I have licked the ice cream cone of life and it has fallen on my tennies." I would not give that precious line to just anyone, you know.
Also, my mother-in-law used to say, "I can stay home and get into more trouble..." But for different reasons than you, for sure. But, hey, if the tennies fit...
or, ala Bill Cosby's always wear clean undies in case you get into an accident? (of Course, Bill says, "First you say it, then you do it. So your undies aren't clean anymore anyway.")
Always wear cute jammies, in case you get in an accident....
...or in case you have an accident....
... or in case you have the roof fall in?
I love flannel but my dh does not. He likes more silky fabrics, I do not. So we compromised and sleep in the buff (now you know why I don't go out in MY jammies!!) My nightmare of course is having to race out of bed for some emergency in the middle of the night (fire, burglar, etc.) Yes, my T-shirt and undies and jeans are RIGHT by my bed...and usually my BEST pair, in case of fire. A good pair of jeans is hard to find after all, especially if have an extra 80 pounds and can only afford WalMart.
As for what to wear to bed, I am with you and Howie would be in the same camp as your dh. Except now he is wearing flannel to bed too. Buff, I suspect, would work...
Flying through life by the seat of your jammies...not bad!
And Nicole actually took her clean room in stride, for her anyway. I promised her that I didn't throw anything away (a true statement) and I merely packed away several things in large bins (also a true statement) that will now take up residence in my formerly clean utility room.
And I do have those objective eyes to help de-clutter, it's hurricane Audrey to the rescue. She will come again anytime I ask.
Now, if I could only convince my mother she doesn't need to store soup under her bed.
soup under the bed...dementia or a child of the depression? (or both?)
My mom is a child of the depression, which is why it was not all that unusual that she would eat something that wasn't all that tasty (referring to the charcoal wafers) she has eaten more than her fair share of stale bread, moldy cheese and sour milk...and she isn't a great sharer in the small things. Hugely generous in the big things, but heaven forbid someone eat her soup. She doesn't want to leave it in the cupboard, because someone else may eat it.
You know, I totally understand that. Soup under the bed is a small thing. Isn't it wonderful that she is generous in the big things (the things that count)...and I'll bet if someone ASKED to share her soup, she would be happy to share...just wants the security of knowing it's there?
My mom used to clean my room and throw out too small clothes and ratty old (never mind FAVORITE) toys. I still have dreams where I wake up looking for something. I think that's why it's so hard for me to put things out of sight, because then I have to remember I have them (and I"m bad at that) and things disappear on me when I forget about them...like my old doll, my favorite skirt, those ratty jeans, and my old teddy bear...etc. I think I understand your mom...
soup under the bed is a small thing, and her ways are differnt than mine...so supporting her, and letting her live out her choices, as eclectic as they may be is what I am aiming to do...
You are a good daughter. I hope, when my time comes, I can make my mom comfortable...bring everything up to her standards, etc. I actually really like my mom and I kinda hope the day comes when we can live together again, but on the other hand, probably sad things would have to happen to bring that about, so maybe I don't really wish that..but maybe closer. She is one of my best friends. I'm so lucky!!
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