Who put this shit in my garage......
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
except from Maya Angelou "Phenomenal Woman"
this is what my daughter and I say to Big Daddy and Braham all the time...
"Girls do Rule" picture taken on the streets of North Carolina...I could not resist snapping it.
It is Saturday morning and I've been doing some blog reading "catch-up" or if I am quite truthful which I try to be...
I have been avoiding getting dressed and going to the Garage.
Big Daddy has always had a yard sale every year since the kids were small. For the past two years, Big Daddy's job has not allowed him the time nor the energy to sort and sale our old stuff. No problem you might think...
wrong...
We can no longer walk in our garage.
You open the door and it all hits you.
boxes stacked,
stuffed toys sticking out,
microwaves,
coats,
boxes,
printers,
a Christmas tree...
shit
piles and piles of shit
our shit
stuff we don't need anymore
stuff we have outgrown and
stuff we really don't want or need.
I have no idea what is there and I'm kinda scared to find out.
I told Big Daddy that Braham and I were going to clean it out today. Braham just came home from his cousins house and he has already gone back to bed to take a nap. Madi has gotten up, eaten and now she and the Cecil Dog from Hell are back in bed...
and
me...
Perfect me
has been sitting here on the couch now for three hours drinking and reading and now writing.
I don't want to get started.
I am scared of what I might find...
and
I really don't know where to begin.
I swear when I clean it out this time
I'm going to rope it off
as reserved space...
perhaps,
I'll create myself one of those
"women caves"
I'll move my painting supplies and writing supplies and my
collection of weird crap
out there and claim the space
as
Holy Sacred Woman space....
Girls do rule!
Right!
anyway....I hope your Saturday is funner than mine...There is shit...someones shit....probably "i don't know whose this is" stuff
and "not mine" all stacked up in a nice pile,
mountains and mountains of Miller shit...
anybody in need of something.....give me a ring...It may be out there who know.
so without further delay...
I will now have to say...
so long,
farewell...
if you don't hear from me...
somebody Call 911...
I'll be suffocating in the piles of garage crap....
Happy Saturday!
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Michelle at
Labels: cleaning out

9 Comments:
I wish you much luck as you take on your garage!
ty for taking your time to comment and I am now following... Will read past posts in hope of getting to know you.
I think we must have the same garage. And..I love Maya Angelou and that poem in particular...I posted it on my blog a few months ago. Thanks for visiting and commenting today.
Hope you have a successful clean out.
Jackie
Ohh those garages...I miss our house (we sold it) but, BUT...that garage...I do not miss. I loved it while I was there. When in doubt...shove stuff into the garage...where? Somewhere! When the movers came in to wrap up stuff, we could not believe the stuff that popped out of corners. Good luck...breathe!
This is the one joy I can truly take in having moved to a town house. We don't have anywhere to store our piles and piles of junk. So, it pretty much goes out to Goodwill right away.
My husband did clean our storage shed last weekend, which resulted in four bags of toys being put on Craig's List for free. They were gone in about 20 minutes. Life was good again. LOL
I hope you don't get lost in the garage! Have a great Sunday.
Becca, Adrianna, Jackie, Anne and Karen....
I made it out alive. Half the garage done and another half to go on another Saturday!!!!
Whooo.... *wiping my brow.... I was worried, but I'm glad to hear you made it! ;-0)
The one benefit to having a small house with no storage is that I must do frequent clearings of $h!+. But still...I need to attack the hall closet soon... I think there might be someone living in there.
Jenn, I'm right there with you. I live in a townhouse, and in many ways the lack of storage is a blessing. My pantry is about to spill over into the kitchen, though. The word pantry is used lightly here. I think you have inspired my cleaning project for the week!
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