I frequent Huffington Post often. They have a nice mix of news; business, politics, entertainment, living now, etc. I read this post, The Sky Mall Trap by Lee Woodruff today. It is a pretty funny article, but it really cuts to the heart of the fact that as Americans, we really have too much stuff! Our houses keep getting bigger to hold all of our stuff, we need to rent storage spaces to keep our stuff if it won’t fit in our house, and we have shows on TV devoted to organizing or decluttering all our stuff.
I am just as guilty as most people in that I have a lot of stuff. It actually makes me quite anxious if I think about it. My boyfriend and I are planning on eventually having a place together and I am overwhelmed at the thought of having to pack up all of my stuff. I will really start to hyperventilate when I think about organizing his stuff (he has a lot of stuff too) and my stuff in our new place.
I think I’m going to start going through my place and weeding out more and more stuff that I don’t really need. At the same time, I need to figure out how I can stop acquiring so much stuff (yes, I know, this is right after I posted about buying three new pairs of pants and a sweater yesterday). I can’t stand that I have 8 bottles of shampoo and conditioner, 4 bottles of body wash, 3 bottles of bubble bath, shaving lotion, 2 facial scrubs, 2 body scrubs, a back brush, a loofah washcloth, a bar of soap and a razor. It’s amazing there is even room in there for me. If I can use up what I have and narrow my stuff down to 1-2 of each item, I should be in better shape. It’s kind of like a stuff diet…
My cats, like other cats, have some strange habits. Most of them aren’t bothersome, but I find myself wondering how the heck they picked them up in the first place.
Besides Simon’s obsession with Q-tips, he is also obsessed with shoe laces. He has chewed clean through a couple pairs of laces on my tennis shoes. I’ve learned to keep them in the closet with the door closed and my boyfriend makes sure his are tucked under a piece of furniture to keep the feline masticater from destroying his laces. He won’t eat directly from a bowl; instead he scoops the food out of the bowl with his left paw (and only his left paw) and then eats it off the kitchen floor. He is also very frustrated/fascinated with baths. He will come running from wherever he is in the house when he hears the bathtub start to fill. Once I’m in the tub, he paces on the side of the tub and meows loudly and furitively at me while trying to figure out how to get into the tub. It gets even more interesting when his tail accidently dips into the water. This confuses the heck out of him and he spins around on the floor trying to catch his tail to get whatever it is that is spraying the drops of water on him.
Sasha isn’t quite as odd as Simon but she has her quirks. She gets into the bathtub after you’ve showered and drinks all the water that is still pooling in the tub. This must be some sort of delicacy for her. She also has a nasty habit of rubbing herself on underwear and clothes – both clean and dirty. She rubs the side of her face against them and then rolls around on it. I’ve caught her laying on the floor with her head sticking through the leg of my gym shorts. She recently dragged two pairs of my boyfriend’s clean underwear from a pile of clothes on the floor and had rolled all over them. I knew it was her from the large quantities of blond fur covering them when I found them.
I guess like humans they find things that bring them comfort or entertainment and latch on to them. I’m glad that I haven’t picked up any bad habits like rubbing against underwear though…
My boyfriend, skullstars, has his own blog that I read daily and also comment on frequently. You know, it’s the kinda thing you do to keep the peace in the relationship, <ahem>. Anyway, he is a big fan of horror writing and movies and those are frequent topics on his blog. I thought it was about time I balanced out all that scary stuff with a post about one of MY favorite genre of movies. I love a good romance, one with two characters that are destined to be together, but haven’t figured it out for themselves. That sounds formulaic and it can be, but if the characters are more than one-dimensional and aren’t a couple of complete idiots, it will draw me in time and time again.
Some of my favorites are A Room with a View one of Merchant-Ivory’s best films. George Emerson is such a great guy to fall in love with. Another is When Harry Met Sally which to me represented how a good relationship between a man and a woman should be. They are friends first; lovers second. I see too many real life relationships where the husband and wife don’t even like each other – they are just together because they wanted to “be married” and “have kids” – you know, check the box off their list. Another one is Enchanted April which has several couples either falling in love for first time or rediscovering their love for each other. It also emphasizes the need for women to be more than just some man’s wife. Alfred Molina and Jim Broadbent are in it – they are two of my boyfriend’s favorite actors – maybe I can convince him to watch it with me now. Or I can lie and say it is a horror flick involving talking decapitated heads and flesh-eating bacteria from outerspace.
Last weekend I went back to my hometown of Avon, just west of Cleveland. I lived there and in Cleveland until 5 years ago when I moved to Charlotte. I was there for my grandmother’s surprise 90th birthday party. She seemed to enjoy herself and was very surprised and happy that my sister (from Montana) and I had traveled home to celebrate with her.
On Friday night I met up with my girlfriends from high school at the local “hot spot” The Creekside. It’s your typical “old school” type bar with the checkered floor, round, red vinyl bar stools that spin around and a bunch of locals hanging out. It’s the kind of bar I spent a lot of time when I lived in Cleveland and I miss that atmosphere down here in Charlotte.
I am definitely living a different life than my friends. They are all divorced and/or remarried and have kids. They haven’t left Avon and have no plans to do so. They seem happy with their lives so I can’t fault them for their choices, but I’m glad I’m where I am now.