tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510088909778667980.post4798567745627678187..comments2023-12-12T03:00:23.604-05:00Comments on The Gladdest Thing Under the Sun: This is Why I Can't DeclutterTJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01093605732471375783noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510088909778667980.post-18628693354028170212010-07-14T20:44:57.083-04:002010-07-14T20:44:57.083-04:00Too funny, Lisa! I love that you kept data on you...Too funny, Lisa! I love that you kept data on your gerbils...a researcher from the start! :) You're so right about some things just being sacred!TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01093605732471375783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510088909778667980.post-39053784682433458672010-07-14T20:25:51.010-04:002010-07-14T20:25:51.010-04:00Hahaha! I just "cleaned out" a bunch of ...Hahaha! I just "cleaned out" a bunch of containers to get them into something more suitable to put in the attic (i.e., not so heavy so Jon can carry them up there). There were old stories I wrote in grade school and photo albums from middle school and high school; random pictures; a box called "secret - keep out" which had some booklet on starting your period in it; oh and little charts I kept on the things my gerbils could do - like how fast they could run in their ball across the dining room! It was so much fun! And I threw away about 5 things - seriously - 5 things out of what ended up to be 5 small book boxes (military folks know exactly what size I mean). So, although I am a true purger - I love to clean out and get rid of stuff - there is some stuff that is just sacred!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17545412456716828920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510088909778667980.post-9732389018174272562010-07-13T12:50:47.111-04:002010-07-13T12:50:47.111-04:00Oh, I thought both of their parents were in the mi...Oh, I thought both of their parents were in the military! So they just met when your Dad's family was stationed in CA? I guess I always pictured it wrong. I saw them going to a military brats school together. Silly me. It's funny then that your mom's parents moved to GA too. Were they just "following the grandkids?"Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169463848833571254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510088909778667980.post-15387178798531834402010-07-12T20:13:06.667-04:002010-07-12T20:13:06.667-04:00Yeah, my mom remembers her dad getting rid of stuf...Yeah, my mom remembers her dad getting rid of stuff willy nilly, and that really bothered her. So she's a keeper of things to some extent, not as much as my dad, though. He's a real pack rat! :) And actually, he's the one whose family was in the military, not my mom, so it makes sense for him. And I could see how it would skip a generation! We do things so often just to be different than our parents, but I think we end up more like them than we would've ever dreamed unless we consciously make a choice to do things differently. It's so natural to do things the way you grew up doing them. <br /><br />And yes, you're right! This IS why we cry at Toy Story!TJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01093605732471375783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2510088909778667980.post-48557293912787612142010-07-12T14:52:35.541-04:002010-07-12T14:52:35.541-04:00I heard the sentimentality to stuff skips a genera...I heard the sentimentality to stuff skips a generation. It does in my family. But I'd say your mom is equally sentimental about stuff, wouldn't you? The reason it's supposed to skip a generation is the exact reason it did in my family. So for example, my Grandmother would cram as much stuff as she could when they were moving from place to place in the military. Apparently, there was a pound limit, and she made sure that if they didn't hit it, she could go back to find more stuff at the market before they left. Drove my mom NUTS! (I kind of assumed that your mom was the opposite in her military upbringing, and that having to move and get rid of stuff so often growing up made her long for the day when she could settle in and have all the journals and photos her parents or her childhood lifestyle had forced her to give up.) So, my mom was the opposite of my grandmother as a result - always making me get rid of something so I could get something new. In the end, I would just hide things better or not get new stuff because I wanted to hold onto old things. I got my grandmother's pack-rat collector gene as a result of my mom not getting it, boo. So, is there hope that one day our daughters will grow up wanting to get rid of everything because they've lived their lives in the clutter of our demise? And our granddaughters will be more like us, and on and on and on? Here's hoping. I think that's the best solution. :-) (This is why we cry in the Toy Story movies, btw.)Kelleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169463848833571254noreply@blogger.com