So it’s a snow day and I am a school bus driver therefore a day off for me! I’m sittin here on the puter wich is by my front door and we have this plastic runner in front of the door. The pourpose of it? So my kids can stand on it to take there shoes off so as to not track mud and other crap on my carpet. and i’m looking at the carpet and its sssooo grose. there are stains from food and other alien things that only two boys can come up with. So the runner is pretty pointless. I got to looking around the house and I have alot of pointless things in here. Why do I have a broken kitchen chair in the corner of my dinning room? it just sits there since who knows when-we dont even have those kitchen chairs anymore- collecting items we want out of the way. I have a bookshelf with about 5 crossword puzzles books I dont even do crossword puzzles and I’m digging in the pantry earlier and find a can of turnip greens when did i buy that?!?! It seems that I have junk everywhere! I’m so irratated at myself. Does anyone else have stupid things in there house that just get looked over day after day?cherub
How about a 40 gallon fish tank with no fish in it in the kitchen, and a huge (3ftx2.5ftx7ft) bird flight with no birds in it in the livingroom, piles of clothing that will never be worn again in just about every room of the house! I hate going home. 
There is a can of peaches in my pantry that has managed to survive 4 moves over the last 5 years. I don’t even like canned fruit.
Lightweights, the lot of you.
-Totally broken computer. Won’t even boot. Kitchen table.
-Torn but rolled American flag. Corner.
- 2.5 ft fake Chrim-us tree. Bottom strand of lights don’t work. Atop bass amp cabinet with broken woofer.
-2003 NASCAR calendar. Coffee table.
- MetroBeat. 2 weeks old. Coffee table.
-Real Traffic light with 50 ft of wire. Corner of living room.
-Shoe. Floor. ISO really SO.
That’s enough. This is embarassing.
We were going through our house this past weekend, disposing of unneeded junk (of which we have much). I found an unopened box of film upon which was printed the following: Best if used before Aug 1969.
What makes this really sad is that we’ve moved at least fifteen times since 1969.