This Thing called De-Cluttering

 

I'm 
beginning 
to think... 

I have a little problem.





My mind is cluttered. My kitchen is cluttered. My wardrobe is cluttered.
My CAR is cluttered. Bathroom, glassware cabinet... all cluttered.

All the things I consider to be very ME... are cluttered.
No wonder I find it SO DARN HARD to simplify things, throw away things I don't need and make space. As soon as space is made it is filled again! grr!

I AM Cluttered!!

Is it possible to declutter when you don't know how to be any other way? It's not just stuff, it's apparently a big part of who I am. Terrifying.

I've declared to myself *this year* I will get a handle on things.
I will fling and Fling and FLING until I can see benchtops clear for more than an hour, until I can FIND my favourite lipstick and eldest girlchild will always know where to find a hairbrush on school mornings.

Want to know the kicker? I'm looking into a job managing or working full time in an opshop. *cue gales of laughter* Wish me luck and PRAY FOR ME!!!

Homewreckers

Before you ragequit the blog, please read disclaimer at the bottom eh?

I am sad that I am so upset about this that I need to make the following statements. This should not be happeneing in my community. It shouldn't be happening in my personal life. I cannot believe it's still going on and everyone involved, except me, is turning a blind eye and tsk tsking in private without SAYING ANYTHING.



I don't care if he needed your love because his wife was an evil bitch.

I don't care if she needed some support as her husband or boyfriend was always working.

If you're doing something you wouldn't do infront of the partner, or your parents-
DON'T BLOODY DO IT. IT'S CALLED CHEATING.

I don't care if no one will ever know. The truth always comes out. And a half truth causes as much if not more damage when it's brought to light.
I don't care if your friend who is a homewrecker thinks they are doing the right thing. DON'T CONDONE IT.

If you're being cheated on, ask for support! It's NOT your fault. There is no shame on you for refusing to be devalued and possibly having your health put at risk. You're worth so much more.

We clear? Now the disclaimer. I'm not innocent. I'm no homewrecker and have never ever gone after someone else's man. I admit to cheating on my boyfriend when I was a teen though, so I'm not sticking a halo on. However; If a friend comes to me and admits what they're done is wrong and they need support in outing themselves to the wronged party, then I AM all support. Love your friends. Don't love what they are doing... ok? cool.

A blog catch up.

So, My big project went fine. Everything got made, and the comments, well they were ace.

And it worked. I'm out of my rut. Infact, tonight is my only night in this week. Tuesday we're at a gig (Sevendust cancelled, boo!) Wednesday/Thursday I'm out doin stuff to help people. Friday is the lovely Chandra's 39th and Saturday Family catch up. Lucky I can play Rift in the mornings eh?
I have heaps of blog posts unpublished, will try and get those up ASAP.

I WANT!!!

Ever see something you just go... WANT!
It's a Boba Fett meets Hello Kitty pendant.

I want one of these... this etsy store Hello Wars has such gorgeous stuff that really tickles my fancy!


I really love love the R2K2 stickers too.

Anyway, Enjoy!

Is it possible? Am I learning?

I admit I have a talent for getting myself out of trouble. After much narcissistic rereading of my last post I decided that I had to make this work. SO I've PLANNED! I've made a FB group for support me in my strategic planning, and revised the plan to the point where I really think it's doable. I've even budgeted it and requested an amount that I can spend before I have to start spending my own money.
So once again, I've gotten myself out of trouble... I think. We have personal growth! Babysteps. Baaaby Steps!
Its going to be hard work but I'm a lot calmer now.

Biting off more than I can chew.. Yep I'm all class.

I've done it again. Volunteered for a project that I can do.
Well, I could do it if I had time and supplies.
But I'm a mum of three. I don't have the fricking time. I don't have the finances to do practice runs and I don't probably don't have the skills when it comes to it. I have the ability to learn, but I don't currently possess those skills and have no chance of learning them before I need to use them.

Why do I do this to myself! Maybe my subconcious knows the only way I'll grow and get out of this mummy-dead-brain rut is by extreme pressure?
Either way it's sure to be entertaining. Stay tuned.

I'm renaming it... PMI

I don't have Premenstrual Tension. It's not tension.
It's gimme-the-choc-before-I-kill-you-andstop-breathing-so-bloody-loudly-while-you're-at-it.

I have issues. Pre-menstrual ISSUES.

• Issues with chocolate - I want it in vast quantities, even though its so bad for me in aforesaid vast quantities. (this may also apply to red wine on CD01!)
• Issues with sleep - I can't get enough.
• Issues with my partner - He won't stop touching me but 5 minutes later he's too far away or not home. Why can't he just read my mind, stupid male.
• Issues with my temper - Everything is annoying and everyone is doing their best to piss me off!
• Issues with temperature - It's too bloody cold! Even if it's 21 degrees in here.

See? I have PMI. There's no tension, just everyone else getting it wrong and nothing being right. Yep.
It's officially Pre-Menstrual Issues. Got it? o_O