This is more of a comical relief than a Pinterest fail

So years (and I mean years ago) my Mother gave me this bright idea of "storing things under your bed between your box spring and your mattress like bedding and other linens".
I've had a twin so I've done a lot of folding of these said items and they built up for many years without even getting a look at.
Needless to say, packrat that I am I thought this idea was simply genius and did it for years.
Well, everyone gets in habits and routines, such as: using one or two pairs of sheets and same with a comforter and keeping everything else.
So, after a while, times change, things add up and I notice my mattress is rather lumpy.
Having purchased a new mattress a few years back, I never actually changed my bedframe/box spring and things Bevan to accumulate. Evil things.
After years of "mattress lumpiness". I finally got fed up and stripped everything that has accumulated between my mattress and boxspring-all the way back to thw time period of the old mattress.
Here's the list of junk I found, needless to say my bed has gone down maybe a foot and

For whatever reason (I hope you read that in sarcasm) it feels smooth and flat.
Amongst the items I found:
*My missing Seattle Mariners hat in badass brown and pink.
*about 7 pillow cases
*3 or 4 comforters
4 full sheets sets
*2 baby blankets
*car seat covers
*9 blankets my Mom sewed for me through the years
*7 blankets that were either gifted to me or store bought
*2 snuggys
*4 towells
*a bed skirt
*4 sets of curtains
*tree skirt
*scarf
*my Eddie Bauer bucket hat
*more hats

Did I mention my mattress doesn't feel lumpy anymore?
Problem diagnosed. Now I'm looking at piles of neatly folded linens and looking forward to sleeping in a position that isn't slightly inclined for the first time in my own bed in several years.

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Here is all of the stuff I pulled out from under my bed.

Lesson learned, these things cannot consume me anymore! 

Chick chicky boom chick chicky boom

I have asked this question on Facebook I don't know how many times this year.

Everybody has a favorite song or notation that they enjoy. Whether it's a drumbeat, an introduction, a lyrical wave or just a song as a whole.

Writing this on Don Henley's birthday is a prviliage. As an adolescent in the early 2000's, I used to play his greatest hits album endlessly on my "Walkman". The CD ones, you all remember. Before Spotify premium, every chance I could listen at lunch, on the bus, or during quiet work time, that CD played relatively often for the entire duration of high school. The favorite tracks would change and every once and a while, I'd swap out my Don Henley album for well, more Eagles work.
Along the way, I kept collecting music and repeating it.
Lately, my absolute favorite thing is to play Africa by Toto on repeat or on a calm work morning. Recently older drum related tunes of the South by digging up Desi Arnaz music (before and after his role as Ricky Ricardo in "I love Lucy") and specific riffs really catch my ear and mind.

So, what is your go-too tune? What is something you find yourself specifically going back too or playing repetitively? What kind of unsaid feeling of euphoria do you collect from that?

Pull back the label on that coffee creamer, yeah that one

So I gave up coffee creamer several months ago. At the time, I just wanted to decrease sugar but I had consistent dizzy spells and this horrible stomach ache that is usually brought on by what I thought was stress. (Correlation isn't always causation). I figured it was all the drama going on with, well a guy.... on top of regular everyday work stuff that is overwhelming.
Well, my coworker had brought me a coconut one, knowing it was one of my favorites.
Today, after staring at it in the fridge. I didn't want to be rude (and I just really missed coconut cream coffee creamer!) I had some in this mornings Joe for the first time in months.
I got home a couple hours later, and that old familiar dizzy spell was back. I hadn't had it in months, I also got that weird stomach ache back-realized I hadn't felt that in a while too.
I'm usually not sensitive to artificial stuff because I'm used to having it semi regularly-but for whatever reason, maybe the soy and well PRESERVATIVES since most of them are non dairy- it was amazing the physical affects that I immediately felt.
The other thing I noticed (and didn't lose in one day) was my ability to focus a lot better and how much that has improved.

It was weird. I drank it every day for many months maybe even a few years. I didn't have those symptoms until shortly before I stopped drinking it, and then I felt them almost immediately when I started back up.

So, black it is.

Dark side

I wonder in life: does everybody have a dark side?
I know I do, I cant live in denial about it. I never wish or cause harm to anyone, my dark side is purely apathy. Times when I know I should care and I just can't bring myself to do it. Times I know I should feel empathy, but I just can't feel it.

It seems like most people I have gotten close to have a very similar darker side of some kind, which raises the question: does everybody have a mild dark side?

This box

This box is empty, yes?

This box is going to be full. Then there's going to be MANY MORE.

Well, my cat isn't going anywhere he's just a ham.

Ive struggled for years with being a packrat. A lot of people compare it to that TLC show "hoarders" in conversation, well... no. Us pack rats find that show kind of racist against, well.....all other pack rats.

My "hoard" of stuff is clean as can be, its simply one bedroom, NO rats or bugs or cat poop or piss, no trash or pizza boxes, just a bunch of stuff.

Usable, mind consuming, cluttering stuff. I'm a nice person, people bring me nice things. I love reading, watching movies, pop culture, buying random shit but NO MORE.

It needs to stop. I need space in my life. Space is positive change. It gives me room to start my advertising business in full swing and it gives me space to create, paint, draw, use charcoals and do things I do now withclutkterr and hassle. Things that stifle my mind and raise my hostility. Things that create a tension inside of me. I need to meditate MORE and for once in my own home, and relax. I need to breathe while I'm still youthful.

So I need less stuff, 2/3 less.

Now I've gotten some boxes out of here, I have. But in a small room its a minor minor dent, so I'll need several of these filled to the brim of clothes, books, Jesus only knows what else.

I can't get attached to stuff. I need to just stay attached to animals, nature, and people but stuff is dispensable and I need to accept that.

It is then, with empty space, that I can grow.

I'll miss my youth one day and I deserve the blessing of space, but I won't miss all of this stuff.

The little things

5.20.15

Sometimes in life, you just have to focus on the little things to get you through the day. Cliche yes? But this seems to work. So here goes: no order, just listing and certainly not everything.

If you take on this challenge, do at least 15 to 20 on your list.

So here's today's list:

*the little handsome dude that rambles on about "THAT ONE GAME" when you walk in the door.

*the dog that politely puts her paw on your chest when you address a question, the big blonde one that can't keep his tongue off of your face, or the two or three littles that wiggle into your lap when you slide down to the floor.

*fucking netflix

*those moments of laughter even in the most stressful of environments.

*oh and those little moments of laughter over there too.

*and those.

*a salty basket of fries and the cheeseburger without the lettuce and the ketchup.

*hand out the window while driving

*the outer dog that tries to imitate human noises.

*the "big boned" lap cat on the back of the chair

*stories in the morning from Ma, from both news sources and personal stories.

*waking up to pounding noises and finding out its the inquisitive parakeet and his little brother.

*Spotify premium

*sibling texts that are based in humor and advice

*all of the regulars at the stores and the inside jokes that occur with them.

*baby pictures from my best friend and our long conversations.

Life is gorgeous, everything else is just irrelevant.

Love is worth, everything we want it to be.

Oh my gosh, she's 22 and dating a 40 year old.

He's 18 and dating a 50 year old.

Like the institute of blended families, polygamy, and gay marriage: these moments are becoming more common.

Yet, they are still vastly socially unacceptable, why is this?

Well, in situations such as gay marriage, up until a few years ago and still in many states: the law stopped this from happening.

Polygamy is facing a similar factor. Both stem from (outrageous or not) religious beliefs. So where does age play into that?

It doesn't.
It gets grouped and stereotyped.

If the male is older, we see this as a predatory situation. Or that the female involved has Daddy issues.

Nobody sees the girl who's attached to a different generation because she feels as if hers is broken. Maybe she doesn't fit into the generation she was born into, and can see the sophistication behind the older male that others her age don't. As for him, he's desperate to hold onto his youth.

Terrible isn't it?
No, it's not your business.

Love is love. Before we are the age we currently are, we all have individual personalities and ideas on life.

It's a beautiful thing. Individuality.

It's like walking into a rose garden and cutting the stems that appeal to you instead of cutting stems of all the same shapes and sizes.

Some people will want round, full sophisticated roses and some will want young, fresh vibrant buds.

As long as both parties completely consent, who are we to judge anyways?