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One of many issues

  • Posted on December 12, 2011 at 10:00 am

So I have this problem. I can’t seem to be able to throw papers away. Or throw…STUFF… away, really. It piles and piles and then I move the piles around and SAY I’m going to file it where it belongs…

You know the drill. Move the piles again. Until something important gets lost and I have to go through the piles to find it. And the piles, they are prodigious. Bills. Statements. Bills.

I burned out the motor on the shredder.

I cannot throw these documents in the trash. They have shred-worthy data on them. And I take the shreds and put them in the compost pile and then my next year’s garden will be nourished by a healthy helping of paranoia.

Except for the small problem of the shredder not working.

These things don’t need to be filed; I don’t keep records like I used to. I check my bank account daily, sometimes several times a day online. I’ve gone paperless everywhere I can, pay bills through the bank’s webpage and still the piles grow.

The icing on the cake? Oh, that comes in the form of the Stuff Mama left here for me to handle. Piles upon piles of paperwork with sensitive data on it. Tax returns from 1995 to 2007. Checking statements with cancelled checks. Book after book after book after book of check duplicates.

And then finally, the solution hit me.

Progress on the room

  • Posted on August 11, 2009 at 11:55 pm

Oh look, it’s not a tweet!!!

This is the room, halfway done. You won’t be seeing pictures of the before because…

eew. eew eew eew eew eew.
because I didn’t TAKE any pictures of a fifteen-year old CARPET for pete’s sake what is WRONG with you people??!!??

But tonight, my friends…tonight I have a real treat for you.

The Artist in the Room

Joe insisted on modelling for us. But if you look to the left of the picture, you’ll notice something that looks…not quite right.

The Artist and his Handiwork

Like any responsible adult would, I left the paint can open so that last little drop could dry out and I could toss the can in the trash. And then I went to work.

How stupid of me.

What I *should* have done was toss the paint supplies in the back of the truck and let them bake six miles away from home, in the bright sunshine.

Safe from six year old boys who want to HELP YOU MOMMY! and beam up at you with pride.

Look at that face. Just LOOK at it! Isn’t that the sweetest mix of nonchalant “I know I’m busted but I’m still CUTE!!!” you’ve ever seen?

Yeah.

And then Daniel wanted to get in on the photo-taking action. He’s so THRILLED with the camera in his DSi that I’m seriously contemplating getting him a point & shoot for his next birthday.

He opened it up, got the stylus ready to hit the “capture” button….

and this happened…

The End of the Artist.

The End.