Saturday, June 12, 2010


That is the sound I have been making for the past 2 days as we've done some serious cleaning/throwing crap away. I guess we've been making up for our laziness earlier in the week. I am so sick of deciding whether or not to keep this cherished childhood toy/dress/whatever. Bye-bye childhood memories, you're going to the garbage.

So far we've filled up 8 (yes, 8, or maybe 10) trash bags, filled the blue recycle bin at least once, maybe twice, and filled up 2 trash bags for D.I. And that's just what was in the 2 closets and under my bed! How have I kept so much stuff in my room for so long?! I think part of it was the hope that I could still play with it or something. (Don't mock me.) Then the other part was me thinking "You know, I'm going to have children some day. Maybe they'd like to play with this." Over the past 2 days, I've come to realize something: even if this stuff is still good when I finally have kids and they get old enough to play with it, they're probably not going to want it. Let's be honest, they're going to want their own shiny, new stuff. I don't blame them--I did. So, into the trash lots of it has gone.

I got some pictures of a couple of dumping victims yesterday. The first is Pepper.

I slept with this thing curled up under my arm for...a long time. Hence the general smooshed, lopsided appearance.

Yes, Pepper is a dog. (And looked like it when I first got him...)

A second victim of my purge was Ellie.

It's not that I don't like her anymore (don't worry, I still have PLENTY of elephants hanging around my room). She was just...old. It was her time to go. There was a giant hole behind one of her legs, both tusks were coming unstitched, and she had no tail. (Although, the lack of tail was old news. It was detached years ago in a tusk-and-tail tug-of-war between two of my siblings and lost before it could be sewn back on. Or at least that's the story I've been telling--I'm not entirely sure that it's true.)

See how sad I am?

At one point, I think Ellie and I were about the same size. Now, as you can see, that has changed just a bit. But she was an awesome elephant. Good bye, Ellie! I would rather throw you away whole than keep you and see you disintegrate in the washing machine (which I'm pretty sure is what would happen if I stuck her in there).

So, yeah, I'm tired. I would post before and after pictures, but I forgot to take before ones, so I'm not sure the afters would be any good. Sorry. Maybe I'll remember before we move on to the desk and dressers...Sheesh, I'm getting tired just thinking about it...definitely time for an ice cream sandwich.


Katy said... cream sandwich...

Diana said...

What an adventure seeing all of the stuff you unearthed in that room! I understand the difficulty letting things go, but it sure feels good when you do!

Linda Guthrie said...

Hurry delete this post before Rhonda sees it! She'll call the stuffed animal rescue agency and make a special trip in the night to rescue these poor guys (She even wrote a blog post about it once, claiming me to be a stuffed animal abuser). Then she'll have them come live with her, and she'll make them so happy. Hooray for cleaning!!