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I’m sure I’m not the only one who has a room in the house where the door is perpetually shut. It contains everything that doesn’t fit in any other logical organized place in the house. Kind of like Monica’s closet, only expanded into an entire bedroom. (If you don’t know where that reference is from, stop reading this, go here, catch up, and then come back later) Currently, the room looks like a bomb went off, a tornado went through, and a laundromat exploded. All at once.
We’re getting a new dresser that matches our bedroom set. We already have the King Bed and two nightstands. My parents bought us the dresser as 1/2 my graduation gift, 1/2 our anniversary gift.
 The problem is that we already have 7 dressers in the house. Yes, seven. As in one more than 6 and one less than 8. Why do we need 7, you ask? Well, perhaps that question should be best directed to my dearest darling packrat husband. One is a tiny little 4 drawer dresser, that I got from Target to fit in my closet. One is a larger wood thing of Jason’s that is in the closet in the Bombroom, filled with old baseball cards, I think. Two of the dressers come with matching bookcases, and were made by hand by his grandfather. I’m 110% ok with keeping those. They should probably be refinished at some point in the near future, but they look just fine right now. Three other dressers are a set, and I think were possibly made by his step dad, but I can’t say for sure. They were nice, once upon a time. They matched the old bed we had. But they’ve been moved several times, some of the drawers don’t close, and they’re just not in the best shape anymore. I’ve been wanting to get rid of them for a long time. So when my parents told us they were getting the dresser for us, I was ecstatic. We could get rid of not one, but TWO dressers, since the new one won’t fit in our room without removing both dressers currently in there. HOORAY!
Except no.
Mr. Packrat doesn’t want to get rid of both dressers. He only wants to get rid of one. Why? Because he thinks he needs the room for his clothes. He has a lot of clothes, I’ll give him that. But I swear 60% of them haven’t been worn in YEARS. They’re in bags, or in drawers, or laying in a pile in the Bombroom. I’d be willing to bet that most of them are not in wearable condition, don’t fit, or aren’t to his current tastes. I would guess that if we bagged them all up, it would be a good 6-8 hefty duty trash bags full of clothes to give away. But no, he wants to keep them. Fine. THEN PUT THEM IN A DRAWER!
So we need to clean the Bombroom out to make room for one of the dressers coming out of our room. It’s a daunting task. I’ve done a lot of it. I should be doing more. But my couch is so comfy. And Netflix delivered 3 new movies today! And the Wii, well, the Wii just won’t take no for an answer. It sits and stares at you until you just HAVE to turn it on. Like now…
I think of so many wonderful things to blog about while I’m sitting in my car driving around. And then when I get home and I’m in front of the computer, I draw a huge blank. I have no beautiful children to blog about like my idols Amy or Heather. I have no craft projects like eleventy-billion other bloggers. I don’t care about politics, don’t know enough about computers to write anything of interest. I really don’t have a whole lot of interesting things to say. I can talk about my intense love of the Wii, and how it’s turning me into more of a geek than I’m currently comfortable with. But do you care? Probably not.
So, today I’m going to talk about something that I really couldn’t care less about, but will hopefully get me some hits to my page, and then people will read the archives and love me and want to stay around to read more. (Hey, I can dream, can’t I?)
Britney Spears. Let’s talk about that trainwreck. Actually no. Let’s not. Let’s talk about the fact that our society has sunk to such a level that Britney losing custody of her kids was a headline story on CNN! CNN people! This is not TMZ. This is not E! Entertainment. This is supposed to be a serious news network. Serious being the key word. Why oh why is it important that she lost custody of her kids? Did no one else see this coming? Was this supposed to be some sort of revelation? Something to shock us? I don’t understand how we’ve come this far. Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt adopt a kid every 15 minutes. It’s never been headline news. It’s been a big story (why? I don’t know) but it’s never interrupted the flow of life. Britney gets hers taken away, and they break into songs on the radio to report it. Are you kidding me? Is there really nothing better for people to talk about?
I’m disgusted.
I am now the proud owner of a Nintendo Wii. And wow, the pain that comes with that.
I’d been considering getting one for a while. It looked like so much fun on the commercials. Something different to try. I still own a Super Nintendo, so it’s not like this was just another in a long line of game consoles that I was buying. It was actually the first one that I actually spent any time researching and considering. And then in the same day, two of my close friends told me it was something I needed to get. Totally unrelated events, but to me, that was enough. I bought a unit from Ebay, complete with Wii Sports, Wii Play, 2 remotes and 2 nunchucks. Yay!
I hooked it up last Friday night, and entered the fabulous world of advanced video game playing. It’s so much fun! I was laughing so hard at myself, I could hardly keep playing. I looked like a moron. But it was the greatest fun I’d had in a long time. Jas was decidedly un-fun, as he sat there on the couch, watching me make a fool of myself. He refused to play. I think in some country somewhere, that’s an offense punishable by death. Or at least it should be. In my house, it’s an offense punishable by being called old. Repeatedly.
Bowling on the Wii Sports game package is currently my favorite. Probably due to my addiction to bowling in the "real world." Playing tennis is a close second however. And those of you with Wii’s, have you tried playing tennis against yourself? Try it. One remote in your right hand, one remote in your left. It’s quite a workout, and hysterical to boot. I had trouble remembering which hand belonged to which character, and repeatedly was swinging at nothing. I’m a supergenius!
My sister came over Saturday and played with me. Her fave is the 2007 version of Duck Hunt. She just likes shooting things. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she’s in charge of our children’s education, and her favorite game involves shooting random objects. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
By Sunday, I could hardly raise my arms over my head. My muscles have stopped their loud mantra of STOP THE MADNESS and had commenced with a new chant of TAKE THAT, YOU OUT-OF-SHAPE COW! I’m selling my Taebo tapes now. Who needs them, when I have Wii Boxing to make me ache? And yet I’m counting the minutes to go home and start the pain all over again. Insanity, I embrace thee.
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The problem is that we already have 7 dressers in the house. Yes, seven. As in one more than 6 and one less than 8. Why do we need 7, you ask? Well, perhaps that question should be best directed to my dearest darling