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Monday, Mar. 18, 2002 - 5:41 p.m. - Cleaning Queen
I’ve been meaning to write a journal entry all weekend. Saturday was a busy day which started out with a birthday brunch to celebrate a dear family friend’s 75th birthday. It was a surprise party and his whole family came to celebrate. I hadn’t seen some of the family since Thanksgiving 1999 (our trip to Hawaii when I had emergency gall bladder surgery on Maui). It was a really enjoyable brunch. I rushed home from that and then rushed right back out to the Country Village in Bothell, for the Kindred Tea I had arranged. This time we had 7 attendees which was a great number. I shared my pregnancy news with them and all were appropriately happy and excited to hear my news. We spent the afternoon indulging in wonderful tea treats and good conversation. Michael made the fatal mistake of asking me if there were any projects I wanted him to start on since he had finished most of the projects he had on his list. So Saturday night we sat down with some idea books for Nurseries and started to plan out what we want to do in the room. We got so excited with our ideas that we went on a spree and started right in on cleaning out some of the things in the closest. This spread over into our own closet and within a few hours we had 2 garbage bags full of items for Goodwill, a separate group of items to be sold at a garage sale or online, and a garbage bag of items to be thrown out. I guess I got so excited about our plans and getting started in the room that when I woke up at 2:30am to go to the bathroom, I couldn’t sleep anymore. So many ideas and thoughts and lists of things I had to do were racing through my mind. I got up, went downstairs and made myself some Sleepytime tea and wrote a few blog entries. Then laid down with a book and at around 5:00 am I finally fell asleep and slept until around 8:00. Then Michael got me up and we headed out to Target and Storables to buy some under the bed storage items for the stuff that we would be cleaning out of the closet in the “Baby Room.” Unfortunately, we have very little storage or closet space in our home and no basement. I hate storing stuff under the bed, but it will only be wrapping paper supplies and some of Michael’s computer stuff. Hopefully we’ll be able to get all of my craft stuff and scrapbooking supplies into the closet in Michael’s office room. He had to go through all his old computer games and got rid of most of the ones he doesn’t play anymore to make more room. So we worked most of day yesterday on sorting through more stuff and got another whole garbage bag of stuff ready for Goodwill. Thank goodness Michael took it down and dropped those off today. Now we’re ready to get a few more bags ready! Boy, FlyLady would be proud of me! (grin) Today I spent most of the day doing paperwork stuff, cleaning up (and out) my desk and now I’m going to head on up to the “Baby Room” and see if I can get a few more things cleared out of the closet and into Michael’s closet. It makes me realize how many other “projects” stem from this one, which is one reason I’ve been dreading tackling that closet for so long. I have boxes upon boxes of photographs to go through and organize. Stuff that will take me weeks and weeks to do, but is something I can sit down and do while watching a tv show or something. I’d love to get back into my scrapbooking a bit more again too, but I first needed to organize all my scrapbooking stuff. I just stuffed it all into the closet when we moved in. One thing I finally did do, is I borrowed two photo albums from my mom and took some pictures of the pictures with my digital camera (since we don’t have a scanner). They turned out fairly well. Some of the pictures weren’t the best quality to begin with, but they are fun to look at. My mom was so good. She had all her pictures in albums from when we were little. Unfortunately, she’s pulled a number of pictures out of the albums for various purposes (she put together a collage of pictures of me for my wedding and got a bunch of pictures from Michael’s parents and did the same with some of his old pictures too. I’ll have to get those from her and put them back in the albums before they get lost. Here’s a picture of me with a Raggedy Anne Doll I received from a friend of the family. I was about 3 years old. 
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