Monday, July 22, 2013


I used to watch Hoarding: Buried Alive sometimes, just to feel good about myself. Now I'm starting to think that I belong on that show.

Rewind a little bit.

Awhile back, Jon and I purchased a desk and some bookshelves for our office. The store we purchased from agreed to deliver the pieces to us if we would clear out every single thing in the office before the movers got there. {I thought that sounded like overkill at the time, but after I witnessed them spill an entire Scentsy wall plugin full of wax in the hallway, I knew the store was spot-on with this decision.} Jon was leaving for a guy's weekend in Oklahoma the day of the desk arrival, so we hurriedly cleaned the office shoved everything in the guest room for the time being.

Fast forward to now -- about 2 months later -- and understand that we still hadn't gotten rid of all that extra stuff. I kept meaning to list a few things on Craigslist, put a few things out with the Monday garbage pickup, and then sort the rest into appropriate drawers and decorative boxes on our bookshelves. That day never came.

Until this weekend.

A couple of friends of ours are leaving out of DFW on Thursday morning, so Jon offered to let them stay in our guest room on Wednesday night so they could avoid paying for a hotel.

I'd been meaning to revamp the guest room, so I was kind-of excited about this news. Unfortunately, "revamp the guest room" means something totally different to me than it does to Jon. I guess I technically wanted to "re-decorate" -- as in, find curtains and a bed skirt that actually match, and maybe hang a few things on the walls. Jon's idea of "re-vamping the guest room" involved cleaning the whole, entire house and throwing away my prized possessions  my junk  my prized possessions from the guest room.

If I could insert emojis into blog posts, I'd insert this one now:

Okay, before your imagination starts running away with you, let me show you a picture from the real Hoarding show:

 Now that you've seen that, you won't think the pictures from our house are that bad. ;)

Let's start off slowly. I was cleaning out a drawer and found these:

Boxes from iPhone 3G, 4, 4S, and 5. We're a) iPhone junkies b) box hoarders or c) all of the above
My iPhone 3G from 2010. Seriously.
Maaaayyybe it's time to admit I have a problem. I also found the box for the digital camera I purchased in 2008. {Mind you, I've moved 3 times since then.}

We Jon had already filled the recycling bin and the trash dumpster, and we still had all this stuff left over:

The man was ruthless. I kept wanting to save things "just in case." I have a craft/science teacher mentality: "What if I need that?" and "I can probably think of a way to use this." Meanwhile, Jon was like this

for like, 6 hours straight.

Ay yi yi.

You'll be happy to know that you can now walk inside the guest room without tripping over anything. It looks kinda empty now... maybe I should make a Hob Lob run and fill it with stuff.

Time for this emoji now:


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