Decluttering

Dear Mr. Trash Man, You're welcome.  I know that we've put out some pretty rotten stuff over the years, but this time we cleaned it up for you. Right. For some reason (a reason completely unknown to me), we chose to run this pie plate through the dishwasher. I don't recall that it was particularly disgusting or anything, but I guess we … [Read more...]

I had a flashback to my pre-blog mentality recently. My daughter opened an ever-so-cool train case that I knew contained photos. It has contained those photos for a very long time, and I hadn't opened it in a very long time. But . . . if I were looking for those photos, I would look there first. I didn't know it also contained … [Read more...]

Once upon a time (like, a week-and-a-half ago), I spent the day with my mother-in-law. Actually, we do this every Wednesday. But on this particular Wednesday, I was highly uncomfortable. I had dressed that morning, choosing to wear my most comfortable jeans even though I couldn't find my belt. Even though I knew (from irritating … [Read more...]

So here's what (sometimes) happens when you start decluttering: Other people in the house get the bug too. I'm kind of sortof cheating on this post. It has been a crazy week, and I've actually been away from home, so I didn't get any decluttering done. So I'm posting this from last week. Remember how we worked on the kids' rooms? Well, while … [Read more...]

Sometimes the MOST obvious things can be the hardest. Oh how my heart sang when Hubby decided it was time to get rid of this hole-ey t-shirt. But then came the question, "What do we do with it?" It feels weird to throw fabric in the trash. (Though I'm not against that.) But it also feels wrong to donate clothing that isn't wearable, so … [Read more...]

Oh, the shamelessness. No make-up, eyebrows that need plucking, and sunlight reflecting perfectly off of a GRAY frizz-curl in the middle of my forehead. (The things I do for this blog . . . ) But I'm talking about the dust mask. I come from a line of dust-mask-wearers. My mother, Practical Peggy, always wore one when she vacuumed and … [Read more...]

Aaaaahhhhhh. This week's report is going to be a short one. Let me go into great detail describing exactly what I did to get an entire truck full of STUFF out of my house this week. 1. I picked up my phone. 2. I looked for a certain saved contact. 3. I touched the screen one lil' 'ol time and it called that number. 4. I listened … [Read more...]

  MVP means Most Valuable Player, right? Well, yes. In most contexts of my life. But recently, while listening to a podcast by Pat Flynn from Smart Passive Income, he and his guest casually referred to MVP in another way. In the entrepreneurial context, it means Minimum Viable Product. Huh? I was confused. But I think I've … [Read more...]