1. OK, so there's actually a Thursday Thirteen link thing that I am supposed to insert and link to and all that jazz, and then all of you are supposed to click on the link and join up and write your own T13 and then we are all supposed to learn something new about each other every Thursday. Yeah, I'm lucky to get my pictures of my memory card before I miss something good. Do T13 if you want. Don't if you don't. No one will die as a result of either choice.
2. I am pooped out. My mother left yesterday and I puttered around and ran some errands and did some stuff that needed doing and did some laundry. Amazingly, I don't really remember any of what I did, other than I did it.
3. Today, I do remember what I did. And did. And did. And I am pooped out (in case my first reference to the fact went unnoticed). My back hurts and I feel like I haven't slept in a week.
4. Oh, that's right. I've not had a GOOD night's sleep in WAY over a week. Could be why I feel like I haven't slept in a week.
5. I am not anticipating problems with insomnia tonight.
6. The Oakleys have a pool in their back yard. God bless them and their hungry cockatoo and their pool.
7. My front hall closet, which houses everything that doesn't have a real home, all the Christmas stuff, jackets, excess clothing (mine, which doesn't fit in the other two closets), bike helmets, umbrellas, extra hangers, the old stereo receiver (which I don't think I am "allowed" to get rid of), 6003 feet of coaxil cable, our old camcorder and Travis' old drag racing helmet (also, think I am "supposed" to keep), now looks half-empty. Dang, I am good.
8. Living in El Paso presents some absolute perks. At any given time on any given day, a person can place things they deem as junk on their front curb and within a matter of mere hours, someone will come by and take it away, thereby removing the need to make a trip to the dump. Thank you, junk pickers, me and people like me across this forsaken city appreciate you for your insatiable need to collect other peoples' cast-offs. You rock!!
9. I only have three items together to take to the thrift shop. I have a gajillion things I could take, but only three have made it to the bag thus far. That, my friends, is not worth the trip.
10. Today marks only two more Thursdays as a Texan. I am kinda freaking out. In a good way. Sorta.
11. There are a select few things I will miss about El Paso and Fort Bliss: my friends and some of the kids I have come to know through my rugrats, a mountain view no matter where you are in town, reasonably decent Mexican food joints on EVERY corner, the bread markdown cart at WalMart, mild winters (usually), being less than a day's drive from home and living in a house which is really much larger than I need.
12. I have a lot of crap. I realize now that if the movers break or ruin most of it, I will be OK with that because although I waited 15 years to get my big girl furniture and leave the modern-neo-classical-garage-sale collection behind, it is all just stuff. The list of important things is really short (in no particular order)- pictures, scrapbooks and scrapping stuff, heirlooms, the quilts my mother and grandmother made, the furniture my grandpa made and a very little bit of my Polish pottery and bowl collection. That's it. Simple, huh? The full-replacement value clause helps too.
13. I really dig my husband.
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