I'm not a hoarder, I'm a saver

My mom was over yesterday and she recently watched like a 12 hour Hoarders marathon or something crazy like that so she's determined to get rid of any and all clutter at her house or anyone else's she may enter. She wanted to start throwing like everything away in my house, including Milo which I was more than ok with. I told her to simmer down, this is not a project to just be started at 2:00 in the afternoon, I have to be in the mood and know it's coming. Now, I am by no stretch of the imagination a hoarder or anywhere close. But I create piles of things that don't necessarily fit into specific places. Currently, our coffee table and desk are the prime spots for these random piles. I'm ready to get rid of the coffee table to free up more floor space since C is pretty into hanging out down there as well as the desk because I have lofty plans for the front room which will soon be converted into his play room. So I decided today I would start throwing things away and clearing these 2 surfaces off. The problem is, the table and desk are homes to some important things like our checkbook and receipts that we keep for something like 4 years (my husband is an accountant, it comes with the territory). So I had to have an alternative place for these things. The best I could come up with is a bookshelf that will be placed on a wall by a window near our dining room table where I will insert some cute baskets on the top shelves for these items and put some of C's toys on the lower shelves where he'll be getting into. This will make more sense visually when I take pics and post them. Ok, all of this to get to the real purpose of this post. I'm easily distracted when I start going through piles. It always took me like 5 hours to clean my room because I'd find notes from old boyfriends and start reading them or something. Well today I found a box of old notes and cards and pictures from when B and I started dating. Naturally I got sidetracked and started reading them all and taking pics so I could let you all see the hilarity of our dating relationship. Here's a little background. B and I started dating in February of 2005 while at EIU. During that summer, he stayed in Charleston for summer classes and I went home. I realized I loved him over the summer but swore up and down I WOULD NOT be the first one to say it, I would wait patiently for him to say it first. Now, if you've known me for 5 minutes, you know patience is not in my vocabulary. I just can't do it. So when I went back to school in the fall we were hanging out one time and I don't remember the conversation but I really felt it was heading in "that" direction..i.e. he was about to say it! Since I was very confident in this, I went ahead and said "I love you" expecting an "I love you" in return. No dice. Here's what I got "Oh. Ok. Well, I can't say it back right now..."
Um...are you kidding me? Shut the front door. Now this was at about 6 months of dating. Do you know when he finally said it back to me? AFTER ONE YEAR OF DATING. For 6 months when I would say it, he would respond with "thanks, babe" ljhsgjfoirhgkjfhdsgfjkhg. What a whore. It all worked out, I guess. So here are some hilarious notes/cards he gave me BEFORE the "I love you" when all he could tell me was how much he LIKED me. Disgusting... Ok this one just cracks me up. Thanks for the look out, B.A sight for sore eyes? Gag me.Please note the enthusiastic "I like you!" + a heart....which does NOT mean he loves me...

Sure you do, B. I'd just like to point out all the underlined words and let you know that I was indeed the Best Girlfriend Ever. So suck on that. And that he likes me so much, of course. The first summer we dated my parents and I went on vaca and B stayed at our house and pet-sat for Max and Milo (he hadn't been around long enough to join us on vaca). When we got home I was sent on a scavenger hunt. I believe the end prize was a season of the Newlyweds and some peanut m&m's. He knew me so well. Too bad he didn't love me. Here's a small sample of the awesome clues I got.Some things about this one: The bridge to connect "any" and "way," "I Like you soooo much" and that there is a "PS" AS WELL AS a "PSS."Ok this pic is just amazeballs. Did you ever think B had so much hair? Now you see where my child gets his ridic hair 'do.

Let me give you a little background on this pic, like you care. This was during my "I want to be a hippie" days. And not a hippie like my friend Sarah who is a hippie mom using cloth diapers, organic goodness and makes her own wipes. A hippie in that I had awesomesauce long curly hair (no it wasn't real. yes it was permed but not like horrible 80's perm with bangs...like it looked legit and peeps thought it was totes real...sometimes I still wish I had this hair), 90% of my shirts were from thrift stores (you know the ones...a little league tee with "bubba" and a number on the back that is really for a second grader but it looks so sweet paired with some faded jeans and birks), I had hemp bracelets and necklaces. All that was missing was a joint in my hand and the lack of a bra. But I didn't smoke pot and wore bras (though probs didn't even need one). Anyway, I grew up and out of this phase but deep down I still long to be a hippster (still sans cloth diapers, homemade wipes and doobies).

Hope you enjoyed this reflection as much as me but you're probs bored so I'll peace out.