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Gift Registry?
Maybe I've been hiding under a rock, but I just discovered you can make a 'wish list' at Wal-Mart. Maybe I didn't know this because I'm not a huge fan of WM. Anyway, I went there to buy a wedding gift this weekend. The bride had registered at WM. Classy, but you really don't have much choice here in Podunk. When I went to the little kiosk to get her list, I had to choose the type of list. Christmas Wish List (or something quite like that) was on there. Hmmm. It seems bizarre to me, but at the same time I'm pretty tempted. Do they give you a little barcode scanner wand like Target did when I registered there? (OK, so that's not much classier than WM, huh?) It makes me want to run the store with a little list-maker and then email all my family. It makes me want to have THEM do it! My mom always either insults me with too big sizes or too small ones. (She KNOWS I'm heavier and shorter than her, why must she rub my nose in it?) My grandmother always had trouble getting something that was in fashion (and when she hit one dead-on, those were the ones she was the most paranoid about.) My close friends have the same problem with me that I have with them. "What the heck to get this time for this person that shows that I care and notice her, but isn't something she already has or doesn't want/need/like?" Hm? Same thing with my kids. A lot of people get gifts for my kids. My direct family, my stepfamilies, my exes' families, my close friends, etc. Invariably I get asked "what size/color, what toy, what stuff?" I got shown gifts for my approval the other day! "We got these games for them, you don't have them do you? Are they OK by you?" (I'm picky about a few things, but she did just fine.) I don't know what to get for my cousins and their kids... for my friend T and her baby... for my own mother. Here she is trying to pack up her house and move to another so they can raze her house and build a new one, she does NOT need more nicknacks. She also does not need more clothes. What DOES she need?? My stepfather's sister and my mother were talking about making charitable donations to certain causes instead of the deluge of material goods the children (especially the girls, not my boys so much) always get. I think it sounds WONDERFUL. BUT will those little girls who are used to getting hundreds of dollars worth of STUFF each holiday ... will they understand? Nate might. He might still feel cheated, but he might understand. Andrew, no. He won't reeeeally know the difference, but he certainly won't know what -did- get done.
Strange, but tempting.
This is Just a Warmup
Here I was freeeezing my fingers off. I wanted to take a nap in the sunshine, but even that didn't feel warm. I then thought that I'd go take a hot bath. That'd warm me up. But then I'd have to clean the tub ... and I'd have to undress, dress, etc, and I didn't want to do all that, I just wanted to -warm up-!
So I did the dishes. I only had 4 bowls, 2 spoons, 2 forks, 2 glasses, 1 pan. That is NOT much in our house. That's hardly a meal worth, but we had a small-scale lunch, and the boys only had cereal for breakfast. While washing, I boiled some water for tea. Tea with caffiene. Then I wiped down the counter. Absolutely unnecessary as it had been done after last night's dishes and nothing had been done there since. Then I wiped down the stove. Same story. Hm. Wiped down the fronts of the cabinets. That actually made a visible difference (yuck!). Now I have a lovely hot bucket of soapy water and I want to wipe something else down with it. It's just an excuse to put my hands in the hot water. 
The project for today was supposed to be the dining room. I have stuff stacked there from ... well, some of it may have been put there by my ex-husband who left this house over 4 years ago. I have a few stacks that I just haven't been able to bring myself to deal with. I've sat down to them many times, but rarely even made a dent. Never a dent anyone but me could notice. They're books, papers, a basket of unknowns, more papers, and a table I inherited from my grandmother when she moved to Cali. In that table, if I recall correctly, is stuff of hers and her husband who died when I was -5-. At least I come by it honestly, huh? I've been making such progress the past several months, though. Remember August Cleanup? No, it didn't get finished, but a lot got done. And the carpet in the living room? That room has stayed SO much cleaner since then. It had to GET so clean to get the carpet out ... it's just not so hard keeping it that way anymore. The kitchen is slowly but surely making progress. Even the laundry room (did I ever take a picture of my 'folding table'? Too late now.) My house WILL be livable. It will be tidy. It will not be a pigsty. My children WILL learn what it's like to have a tidy house. They will also learn how to keep their own areas clean. I'm not saying they'll keep it with them when they, say, go off to college (dorms are supposed to house slobs, right?) but they will have the skills.
It Will Happen. *pumps muscles* 
Back to work! | | | Posted 11/12/2002 3:07 PM - 1 view - 1 comments
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