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I’m still moody today.  I guess I’m allowed to be that way now and then, right?  I’m trying to hold it in and not freak out on anyone.  Shiloh was screaming like crazy this morning because she wanted to take her milk to school with her.  I had to carry her, screaming, out to the car and force her into her seat.  A fun way to start the day.  (She isn’t usually like that.)  Lucky for all my readers, I found a fun little workshop thingy, so I can post something without everyone having to see how grumpy I really am.   

The workshop is from Mama’s Losin’ It (Go here to view her site.  I couldn’t get the picture to link for some reason.), and the rules are to pick one of her four subjects and write about it.  This is the one I chose:  ”List 10 things worth saving and then choose one of those things and write about it.”  I’m tweaking the rule just a tiny bit (I’m such a rebel), because I’m going to write about 10 things that I do save.  They may not actually be worth saving.  So here they are in no special order…

1. Pictures.  I have so many pictures of Shiloh.  I need to catch up on my scrapbooking, but I never seem to find the time.
2. Exercise pages ripped from magazines.  I can’t throw out a magazine without keeping the exercises.  Then I save them for years and never use them.
3. My old journals.  I started journaling when I was about 11.  I was pretty consistent with it through my teen years.  As an adult it’s been more sporadic.
4. Poems.  I used to collect poems.  As a young teenager, I read every poetry book that they had at the library.  I would pick out the ones that I really liked and write them in a notebook.  I haven’t read any poetry in years, but I still have my notebooks.  
5. My ex-husband’s clothes.  I’ll attempt to explain in a minute.
6. Shiloh’s crafts and drawings.  She’s only 2 years old and I already have a drawer full of her scribbles artwork.  I just can’t bear to throw them away.  Eventually I’ll go through and get rid of some of them.  Otherwise I’ll have a closet-full by the time she’s grown up.
7. Pens.  I have pens everywhere and I’m very selfish with them.  I like my pens.  I don’t want to share.  I have even avoided using a pen, because it was my favorite and I didn’t want to waste the ink.  I have to remind myself that they do sell them at the store and I can buy more.  (I never claimed to be normal.)
8. Shiloh’s too-small clothes.  I have several boxes of clothes that she’s outgrown.  I just can’t get rid of them.  I have given some away and sold some at consignment sales, but I still have alot.  In my defense, some are things that my sister bought her and she made me promise to save them in case she ever has a girl.  I think a part of me can’t bear to get rid of them because I still want another baby.  I don’t really see that happening, so I don’t know why I’m hanging onto them.
9. Leftovers.  I’m trying to save money and be healthier, and Shiloh and I don’t eat much on our own, so I’ve been freezing some of the dinners I cook, to eat later.  The problem is, I hate leftovers and we usually don’t eat them.  I leave them in the freezer for a few months and then toss them.  I’m working on this one…     
10. Old Christmas or birthday cards.  I save the really pretty or cute ones, thinking I’ll use them in my scrapbook, but we’ve already talked about how behind I am on that. 

I already told you I would write about #5.  The reason I picked it to write about is so I can explain and everyone won’t think I’m completely insane and saving my ex’s clothes for sentimental reasons or something.  That’s not it at all.  My ex is in prison and I have nowhere to send his clothes.  He won’t be out for quite some time, so I probably should just get rid of them (my dad tells me this constantly).  I just feel bad getting rid of all his possessions.  Not because I feel that I owe him something, but just because I wouldn’t want someone tossing all of my clothes.  I’ve already sold his guitars, dvds, video games, etc, with his permission, before we got divorced.  We don’t communicate anymore and I don’t want to take his stuff to his grandma or anything, because it would just be weird.  (I haven’t heard from any of his family since the divorce.)  I guess it will all stay boxed up for now, until I finally make a decision.  

This was kind of an odd post, but there it is.   

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