Well, paper continues to be my nemesis. Last July I purchased the Freedom Filer system. Though it is expensive, it is well worth the money. Since July 2012, I have minimized the amount of paper that takes over my space. Many of the tips and tricks I’ve learned are really common sense. I keep a recycling basket in my bonus room for paper. As soon as I get the mail I sort mail into three categories: keep, recycle, and shred. It is amazing that if you sort the mail that is brought in, the paper pile doesn’t overtake the desk or table. Other paper that comes in from work, doctor visits, car maintenance, tax documents, etc: I stack them in one location and file every 1-2 weeks. Since I have been using the Freedom Filer system, I have an organized method of keeping the paper I want or need to keep. Even my son’s artwork and school work.
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Nine things about me
I was given #9, so here are nine things you may not know about me. Although I find this difficult because I think I’m pretty much an open book.
#1 I am shy. If you know me well, I rarely shut up. If you remember me in the beginning, I probably didn’t talk much.
#2 I LOVE German food.
#3 I can’t make gravy. Very disappointing with my southern heritage.
#4 I used to help my grandparents do the monthly tax tally for their general store.
#5 I LOVE cars. I love muscle cars and classic cars are my favorite.
#6 I love to cook and I don’t think there is a pie I can’t make. I almost never use a recipe and I rarely bake.
#7 I had one of my recipes published by Mary Engelbreit (pretty funny for a girl that doesn’t use recipes)
#8 I love Earth science. I love stars, constellations, and the Milky Way. I love seeing the different phases of the moon. I can look at rocks for hours and I like identifying trees by their unique features. I love sand, water, and mountains. I’m a big fan of nature.
#9 I love nature, but I have a black thumb.
Oscar Winston Fitzgerald
Oscar Winston Fitzgerald, the best little, four-legged, red-headed dog in the world. He was our Oscar, he was our boy, he was our little pride and joy. He was our Oscar. He captured our hearts immediately and instantly loyal.
He was Jeremy’s dog, but I didn’t love him any less. He spent hours sitting in the office chair while Jeremy studied. Every morning he would faithfully lay at Jeremy’s feet in the bathroom. The miles he has walked following Jeremy in the house is amazing.
How he loved to snuggle. His favorite person, the one with a blanket.
When Curtis was born, he became his protector. He walked many miles at Curtis’ side too. He loved Curtis’ bath time, especially the massage after his bath. He would lay on the blanket expecting a massage too.
Oscar LOVED cheese(but what dachshund doesn’t) He could smell it from anywhere in the house. He was German, and he loved his sauerkraut. He loved the warm sun. Some days he would lay in the backyard for a little bit soaking up the rays. He loved a car ride, sitting on Jeremy’s knee and watching the world go by. We had the Oscar snot all over the windows to remember his joy ride. He loved to take a walk. He was so well behaved he could have easily been walked without a leash. He waited daily to bark at the mailman. I’m not sure how he knew it was the mailman, but he patiently waited at the door for the opportunity. But he didn’t just patiently wait for the mailman, he would patiently wait at the door for Jeremy to come home.
Oscar was full of love and devotion. When we brought our baby beagle home, he was a bit annoyed, but took Lucy under his guidance and taught her how to be a good dog. His patience was tested even further when Scruffy joined our household, and being the devoted dog that he was, he guided Scruffy too.
I will miss the ridge at the end of his nose. I’ll miss his hair toupee. I will miss his classic dachshund snort when he was displeased. I’ll miss cuddling with him on cold winter nights and how excited he got to open his Christmas stocking. I will miss how he would head butt my chest when I stopped petting him. I will miss the jingle of his tags and the click of his nails. I will miss him most of all.
Oscar made us laugh, always made us feel loved, and rarely made us angry. Oscar loved much, and we loved him right back. He owns a piece of my heart that is all his. I am thankful for years of memories. We are blessed.
Visual Clutter
Mess, that is really what gets me. When my space is cluttered and a mess I become paralyzed. I lose the ability to think or function. So now you understand why paper and the paper monster are my nemesis. Whether it is at home or work, I cannot tolerate paper on my desk. When I have paper sprawled on my desk, my productivity decreases.
I do have a lot of decorative items and functional storage pieces on my desk, but I need the surface clear to work. Not only do I want my space clean, but I want it to be beautiful, so I decorate my work space in a way to make me happy and creative.
The Paper Monster
Paper is my nemesis. If there is one thing I do not manage well, it is paper. I have a system that works, a filing cabinet with all life’s papers organized by subject. When I need a paper, if it has been filed, I can find it easily. The problem is getting paper filed.
So much paper comes into my life. I love mail, but the daily delivery of paper adds the the disorganized heap that lays on various furniture pieces. I need to find a way to manage the incoming mail. Don’t worry, I sort immediately when mail comes in, mine, my husband’s, and I place junk mail directly to the recycling bin. The problem is: I am either not disciplined or I don’t have enough time to manage paper weekly. Beyond a week of management, and then a paper monster is created, creating a sense of overwhelming mess.
I have seen a few ideas to try and manage paper that comes in, but honestly I haven’t tried any of them. I am not really sure why. So my goal over the next month, try a system and see if it works. Below I have attached a few links that shares tips on managing the monster.
So after doing some research I am going to try to implement an action file and the Freedom Filer system. Hopefully this will be the year I tame the paper monster.
One of those annoying people
I am one of those annoying people, naturally organized. Life has taught me something though, most people are organized, it just isn’t pretty. What is organization? Organization is the ability to find something the moment you want it or need it. If you can’t find it, then the organization system isn’t working for you.
There is no right or wrong system for organizing. I have tried several options for various parts of my life. Sometimes I am lucky and find the perfect system for me right away, other parts i am still working on finding my perfect system.
It is okay to try and fail when organizing. Pay attention to why the system didn’t work when you fail, usually that will give you the greatest insight into what works.
Baseball Opening Day
I love baseball season. This is Curtis’ sixth season (Yankees, Marlins, Pirates, Indians, Cardinals, Dodgers). I love the kids, atmosphere, game, parents. I enjoy watching the kids play better this year than they did last year. I hope Curtis plays baseball at least through high school, but I plan to enjoy it as long as he does.
They didn’t have green things in her day
I am not that old, and at my age I remember: bottles returned to the store, drinking water from the creek and water hose, one black and white TV in the family room (no not on a TV tray), popcorn was made on the stove, not in the microwave, phones had cords and you only had to push the last four digits to dial your neighbors, escalators were a novelty because they were rarely seen, McDonalds (or really Burger Chef) was a treat because it was so rare to eat out, our vegetables came from my grandparents farm, I have mowed with a push mower (non motorized variety). I remember watching movies on Laser Discs (first one was Jaws), but most movies were seen at the Drive-In and listening to music on 8 track tapes. Games were played with a board or cards, not a controller. I spent all summer at my grandparents where there were enough kids for two baseball teams and we would play baseball nearly every day, ride bikes, climb trees, and swim in the lake. We were rarely inside on a beautiful day. If we were inside we were reading or playing with toys. When I did watch TV it was as a family in the one room with the TV and it was a show that my parents didn’t have to worry about too much sexual content or language.
I LOVE a lot of the modern conveniences. If you took my Kitchen Aid stand mixer I may have to hit you with my iron skillet. I am quite the techie, so therefore very guilty. However I miss a lot of simplicity of 30 years ago. I guess the lesson is, if you don’t like where the world is today, work on your own family. I am saying this more to myself than anyone else. If we take this lesson to our own homes instead of criticizing others, imagine how different the world would be in short order.
Remember after 9/11, families spent time together watching non-violent shows and the American flag hung in front of nearly every house. Although we said would never forget, when I drive in my neighborhood, appearances are, we already have.
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In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that she should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment. The woman apologized to him and explained, we didn’t have the green thing back in my day.
The clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. The former generation did not care enough to save our environment.”
He was right, that generation didn’t have the green thing in its day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled.
But they didn’t have the green thing back in that customer’s day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn’t have an escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to go two blocks.
But she was right. They didn’t have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the baby’s diapers because they didn’t have the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 220 volts wind and solar power really did dry the clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right, they didn’t have the green thing back in her day.
Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house, not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, they blended and stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything for you.
When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, they didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised by working so they didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she’s right, they didn’t have the green thing back then.
They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But they didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their bikes to school or rode the school bus instead of turning their moms into a 24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old folks were just because they didn’t have the green thing back then?
Snow Days, or should I say Ice Days
Well for the first time in awhile the weathermen were right. We got ice Monday night, about a half inch worth. So Curtis has had two days off from school. It has been nice having the three of us at home, even if the dogs are a total loss. Honestly I am looking a little bit forward to going back to work tomorrow. I am dreading the drive, but it will be nice to be out of the house too. I have enjoyed this down time, it is just making me really lazy.
Childhood wish
Curtis has been begging for at least a year to get a mohawk. Now I have been rather resistant to this idea. I just don’t like the looks of them. But he has wanted one so badly, and it really is a harmless request. So we told him after pictures and after his birthday he could get a mohawk. I really wish I had the video camera running as his hair was being by Patricia he just had the most excited smile. You know the smile, the one your child gets before they open the Christmas present they have been wanting for a long time, or before going into Disney World, or riding a ride they are really excited about. That smile. So I may not like the mohawk, but what it has given me is much more than the tolerance of living with a hairstyle.









