Skip to main content

Mission Accomplished


Closet: organized.
A box and two bags to Goodwill.
Getting rid of all my 'fat' jeans.
Not going there again.
Love an organized closet.

Yay, me!

Comments

  1. go you! very very nice, C!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Anonymous4:54 AM

    Make sure you inventory those clothes for goodwill and deduct! You make a lot more than selling them at a garage sale!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Woo Hoo-- farewell to the fat jeans!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Paul and I did the closet thing this weekend too... I usually keep a good handle on getting rid of clothes, but Paul had 2 large garbage bags of clothes!!!! I am mystified at how out of control it had gotten for him. Now to conquer the kids bathrooms and closets- yuck.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Anonymous10:01 AM

    hey you
    if it isnt too late would you mind sending me your fat jeans???
    and no, i am not kidding! lol

    ReplyDelete
  6. you inspired me! I took a full trunk load to the youth ranch today because of you! Thanks for the motivation!

    ReplyDelete
  7. Good for you! Doesn't it feel good? I am working on my closet too.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

I love it when people talk back...

Popular posts from this blog

Look at this!

Happy Birthday Cathy! , originally uploaded by Pink Paper Peppermints . All of these sweet bloggy friends threw me a cyber-birthday party! How fun is that? Thank you, dear friends. I am touched. It's really just what I needed today. Sweet Tanya even made me a cake. If you want to follow the party around cyber-space, you can go to Melissa's blog to see everyone who is participating.

Getting to know you Wednesday

So it's been awhile. But I thought hearing from ya'll might cheer up my little snow encrusted Spokane self. So today, if I get at least 12 comments, I'll randomly pick one and send that lucky commenter any CD from Your Music . Whatever you want. So today, in light of mid-winter doldrums, I want you to answer the following three questions. To escape mid-winter doldrums, I like to: My favorite winter memory is: I know Spring is coming when: Okay, friends. Now it's your turn. Go to it.

The floodgates have opened.

So, I was doing pretty well managing my emotions. I kept telling people that I had processed a lot of my grieving over Tejan's departure back in January - when we were so close to saying goodbye... and so that must be why I wasn't feeling overly emotional about it this time around. I hadn't shed any tears. Hadn't choked up in that strange, overwhelming way where I feel like my whole head is filling up with fluid and my throat is so constricted I'm just sure I'm going to die. Nope. I was doing just fine. And then I went out to dinner with some girlfriends. And while I was a little socially inept because I'm a kind of overwhelmed and not really wanting to talk too much lately (perhaps in subconscious fear that I might touch on a nerve that would cause my aforementioned steely resolve to crumble) I thought I got through the evening fairly well. I didn't tear up - or need tissue for any fluids defiantly leaking from my facial orifices... until I made the a...