Did Somebody Stamp Taxi Driver On My Forehead?

Today was spent shuttling my 3 critters to school, from school, to this activity and that activity. The day was chopped to mince meat so very little was accomplished. So what's new about that? Nothing, just letting off a little steam.

Where I Spend My Time

Often times I find myself shuffling items from one end of my house to another, completely unable to find a home for many things because the shelves are already full of junk. I've been organizing, in small chuncks, one little project at a time. One shelf in the morning, the VHS tapes in the evening (which begs the question, why the hell to I still have VHS tapes anyways...DVD is so much more compact and space is at a premium). Baby steps...baby steps

a road less traveled

One Down, Too Many To Count To Go

Well last week I finished my first project...cleaning and organizing my pantry. It actually looks pretty good and its still somewhat organized a week later. The items are still in the right spots and I haven't shoved a bunch of stuff in there just to get them out of the way. Now onto the garage...am I crazy? The pantry was a relatively small project compared to the garage. I have hope of completing it one day soon.

Making Headway

The list of things that need to be gone through, the piles that need to be sorted, the things that need to be given away, sold on e-bay or trashed grows each given moment. That being said, I am one day closer to being able to spend my time on the things I want without guilt instead of constantly having something in the back of my mind pulling me away. I should do the laundry, I should vacuum the house, I should clean out my car (okay so I haven't done that yet, but you get the picture.) How did I get to aquire so much junk? Most of the junk I don't even like. The extra sets of Tupperware from my mother-in-law that I hardly ever use, the past projects that no longer interest me, the household decorations that no longer match my current scheme. Oh to be free of these things. Its one thing to reflect on the past but its another to be held back by the past. Am I the only one who feels this way? Does anyone else feel weighed down by the past, like they are drowning in a sea of crap?

Rainy Day

Rainy Day

Okay, so today, I decided that to find that ever-illusive extraordianary life begins with bringing order to my house. My house is a mess, by my standards, not anyone elses. With three kids, I constantly am cleaning, picking up toys and food off the floor, etc. Now that March is here, let Spring cleaning begin in earnest. Getting rid of the past so that I can be open for what awaits me in the future is my goal for this month. I've already made headway in the last few weeks with discarding years old clothing that doesn't fit me any longer. Now I'm going through our newly painted spare room to clear my the closet out of old projects, art supplies, craft supplies that no longer hold my interest, etc. I'll comment further later.

A Road Less Traveled

Well, here I am, trying to think of what to write for my first entry. I'm going to hopefully document the change from my mundane existence to something special. An ordinary person living some type of extraordinary live. Think that's possible?