Archive for August, 2009

oh crap, what do i do with all this crap?

Monday August 24, 2009

The last time I was home I cleaned out my old closet — which had been used as a time capsule of my life thus far.

Bins and boxes full of old photos, diplomas, notes, books, art projects, and cards. Stacks and folders of school memories and forgotten sport t-shirts, birthday presents, and locked Hello Kitty diaries.

To be completely honest I have been knowingly storing my past at my parents house. This is not good.

It was exhausting going through everything.
Eventually I just loaded the stuff back in their respective boxes and put the lid on.
We loaded everything into my car.

Don’t get me wrong – I am a huge advocate for de-cluttering.
I try to live with this mantra -

“Remember IT. But throw THAT away.”

The thing is, I don’t know what to do with all this stuff! I don’t think I can throw it all away. These are my childhood memories, you can’t just thrown them away! Or can you….?

I saved a birthday present that my best friend Katherine gave me when I turned five.
It is a rock with rocks glued on top of it.
A rock.
With rocks glued on top of it.
I have saved a rock with rocks glued on top of it for 25 years!

It might be one of the best presents I have ever received.

Rock with Rocks

Is saving a rock different than saving Caladryl lotion for 25 years?

What do I do? What do I keep? What do I pitch? Where do I put all these memories? How important is the tangible object? Can I just take a photo of it? Why do we feel like we have to save? Am I saving it for my future kids? Will my ‘future’ kids even care? Will I even care in 25 more years?

Oh crap. What do I do with all this crap?

you say to-may-to, i say to-mah-to

Friday August 21, 2009

Let’s call the whole thing off.

Tomatoes In My Window Sill

tornadoes and tomatoes

Thursday August 20, 2009

Yesterday, a tornado touched down in Minneapolis.

We heard the sirens in St. Paul but all we suffered was a total downpour and some howls from Judy.

Luckily, it seems that no injuries occurred and clean up began right away.

Growing up I thought tornadoes were men in fire trucks, driving around, throwing knives and tomatoes at houses.

Tornado DOES sound like tomato.

slideshow of our lives

Tuesday August 18, 2009

In the chaos of our wedding day the lap top with this slideshow of photos never got set up. Which was a bummer because my Dad had spent hours scanning photos and Jake and I had spent hours gathering photos from the bottom of plastic bins in our basement.

If you think about it, your wedding is really one of the only opportunities to force all your friends and family to look at mostly adorable photos of you as a baby, toddler, and at times really awkward teenager.

Luckily, I have this blog where I mostly talk about myself and me and myself a little more.

Slideshow Of Our Lives

Slideshow Of Our Lives

Slideshow Of Our Lives

Slideshow Of Our Lives

Slideshow Of Our Lives

Slideshow Of Our Lives

Here is the full set of photos on Flickr.

its own box

Monday August 17, 2009

She pulled down a red box from the top shelf.

I couldn’t imagine what could be so special to get its own box…

Emerging from the red box has potential to be the best Christmas Sweater ever.

In all its glory and shoulder pads!  It is simply amazing.

Christmas Sweater

I paired it with a hot red purse and KILLER red pumps.

I think I’ve got myself a perfect outfit.

For Halloween.