I Don't Wanna Be A Packrat

So I seem to have a problem when it comes to getting rid of things. I realized this while packing up to move. I could probably fill 4 or 5 boxes with stuff that I either completely forgot I even had or I haven't used in years, yes that's right, YEARS. So what is the point in keeping it all? That's a really good question and I wish I had a good answer.


Here is a list of some of the ridiculous things I found...


-A set of air freshener stone things I bought at the fair in 2002! (This is interesting considering Thomas and I have only lived in this apartment for a year which means I packed these up once already and put them in the back of a closet as soon as I unpacked them.)


-3 old backpacks


-7 old purses (one with a broken strap & another with a rip in one of the outside pockets... seriously, why do I keep these things???)


-A Milli Vanilli CASSETTE TAPE (The "Girl You Know It's True" Album, I remember listening to this in my backyard on my Walkman when I was in the 3rd grade!)


-So many different body sprays and lotions I was able to keep what I wanted and put the rest up for grabs at my in-laws house to my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law (he took a hand sanitizer that doesn't really smell girly) and still have some left over to donate to my mother-in-law's church!


-And a VCR (We don't own a single Video Cassette...)


I found all of this already and we aren't even halfway done with packing yet. I wonder what else I will find. After finding all this I realized that I need to get rid of some stuff because I don't want to have to pack all of that back up again every time we move.


Well if I find anything else worth mentioning I will let you know.

Storage Place Out to Get Me!

This morning Thomas & I went to rent a storage unit at a company that shall remain nameless in Pomona.  The office opens at 9:00AM and Thomas needs to be at work at 10:00AM.  We get there around 9:03AM, do you think anyone is there to open the office?  Of course not!  That would make things too easy.  The woman finally shows up around 9:15AM, and then tells us, "you're going to have to wait a couple minutes while my computer boots up." To which I reply, "Well if you had been here on time we wouldn't have to wait now would we?"  Okay okay, I didn't really say that, but I really wanted to!  No we just sat there like suckers and waited.  What else could we do?
That wouldn't have been so bad if that was all that was wrong.  She then proceeds to take a personal phone call during which time I find out that she has just gotten back from vacation, graduated from some TV college, and that she thinks that 9:30AM is too early in the morning to have normal conversation.  Needless to say this is WAY more than I ever wanted to know about this person.  All I wanted to do was get our storage unit and get the heck out of there!

So she finally starts to give us paperwork to fill out (about 20 minutes after she opened the doors) and tells us it only takes five minutes to complete.  Well, she was right that it only takes five minutes to complete, but she neglected to tell us that it would take her another 10 minutes to put the information in the computer and print all our copies.  This woman moved as slow as molasses! 

Anyway, we ended up getting out of there around 9:50AM according to the clock on their wall (the actual time was 9:55AM).  Thomas went to work and I went on with the rest of my day.  I went to Laura's house, took the boys to the park to take some pictures, went to the post office, and then BACK TO THE FLIPPING STORAGE PLACE!

I had to go back by myself to put some boxes in there because she took so long signing us up and Thomas had to go to work.  I go to our space and try to open the door.  I go the the latch on the side and attempt to slide it over, it doesn't budge.  'You have got to be freaking kidding me!'  After 5 minutes of trying I finally get the latch to slide.  I try to pull up the door, no luck.  I squat down, and heave with all my might and it opens about halfway and then SLAMS back down almost crushing my feet.  After a couple seconds of rest I try again, this time anticipating the door slamming back down and possibly crushing me.  I get it open and start unloading boxes.  The boxes are all stacked neatly in the corner of our storage space and I go to leave.  I pull the door down, 'SLAM', and go to slide the latch back to the locked position.  About halfway it stops.  I slide it back and forth trying to wiggle it back into the groove.  No luck.  I pull the door up a bit and try again. Nothing.  I try everything I can think of to get this door to latch and nothing is working.  ...Side note, there was just an earthquake so I got a little distracted... Where was I, oh yeah, latch won't shut.  So I heave the door open again, get all of the boxes I so neatly stacked in the corner and throw them in the back of my car, slam the door shut and drive away very frustrated.

Long story short, this storage place is out to get me!

Married Life

So I started this blog to keep in touch with everyone and keep those of you that care up to speed on what is going on in our lives.

We are both doing pretty good. Married life is good so far. Pretty much feels like it did before only Thomas wears a ring now and I get to call someone my husband! It's starting to not sound so strange to say that anymore.

Thomas is still working at Max Tool and looking for work in the film industry and I,  as most of you know am still in school working toward that teaching credential... Just a side note, I think there is a flaw in the system somewhere because I have to spend the same amount of time in school to get a teaching credential as someone who gets their Master's Degree, yet I still won't have my Master's...I would have to go back for 2 MORE YEARS to get that!!!... I am also still watching our nephew Dade every week and will continue to watch him until I either finish school and get a teaching job, Thomas and I move too far away, or he gets too old to need a nanny.

Well, I will fill you in on what's going on as soon as I know myself.