This morning I emerged from our basement after a three and a half hour organizing binge that started out as a quick trip downstairs to put something away, ONE something, mind you...just one. I knew time was passing and that thirty seconds had turned into thirty minutes and then to an hour, but I had no idea it was almost lunch time (good thing I slept in my clothes last night...long story). My morning had slowly escaped from me, or rather, been kidnapped from me by my penchant for organization; but I couldn't stop myself. I am that way. So much so, that when our new Bishop asked my family what my talents were, they said organizing. I was slightly disappointed. I was hoping for writing or designing, but they said organizing. That is a good talent, it really is, but it's hard to hear that what you consider of yourself to be a slight mental imbalance, is largely known by others to be your primary talent. "Hey...I'm crazy and I'm really good at it!"
Mark has prodded me to turn my "talent" into a profit by becoming a professional organizer. But I don't think that would work. The main driving force behind my "gift" is the ability to throw stuff away. It tends to make people angry when you try to throw out what looks to you like garbage, only to find out, it's actually not garbage, it's their junk. Junk isn't garbage. People like junk. They carry it around for YEARS and hurt people who try to mess with it.
But as for me and my house...less is more and always will be. Except for stuffed animals. They are stronger than me and I have discovered that resistance is futile. I have discovered this the hard way. Call me crazy, but for every stuffed animal I've ever thrown away, I swear six more have come back to replace it. Two by two these cuddly culprits will someday march onto a giant stuffed ark, and float away to a plush paradise and I will be left behind with nothing to loathe but the mosquitos and politicians. This is not only my fate, but I believe the only way I'll EVER get rid of them.
Now it is two o'clock and I have not done my budget like I was supposed to do today. But my basement is cleaner and my blog is longer. Truly there's just one thing left to do...find out what time Ellen is on.