My Pen And Pencil Addiction

I know I have posted before about how I am a pen and pencil whore.

I’m addicted.

I buy pens and pencils on clearance and at garage sales.  I buy them if I don’t have them or if I think they are look cool. I buy them when I don’t need them.

I buy too many.

I hoard them.

I was thinking at work today that if I went through drawing stuff I have to go through my pens and pencils.

I’m embarrassed to admit this but below is a picture of all of the pencils and pens I am hoarding.

Sad isn’t it?

Did I think I was going to run out?

Or that there was going to be supply chain issues?

What the heck?

I knew I had too many when I cleaned out my coffee table drawer and realized I didn’t have a place for them.  I put some of them in the cubby in the new reclining loveseat we bought and the others in a plastic bin.

Here is what I am keeping.

Here is what I am giving away

I’m keeping more pencils because that is usually what I write with. I love the feel of pencils when I write. The smoothness.

I can’t help it.

I love them!

I wouldn’t be surprised if this happened again.


Below is a picture of what I took out of one of the cubes in my office.


Yesterday I took I couple of the small bins downstairs but the more I thought about it the more I thought I should go through it.

This morning I took the rest out of the cube and brought the bins up from the basement and laid everything out on the living room floor.

That’s what I came up with.

How in the heck did I get so much stuff????

Do I really need all of the colored pencils?

What was I thinking?

I am totally overwhelmed. I can’t believe I have all of this stuff.

I know I wanted to learn how to draw and I needed different colors and shades, but this is ridiculous.

OMG! There are metallic, neon and regular colored pencils. Gel pens. Metallic colored pens.

What the heck? Did I think I was to run out?

Here’s what I decided to keep.

Here’s what I decided to let go of

I feel better!

I’ll take some of the colored pencils by my next door neighbor and see if she wants them for her grandkids. I’m going to sell a couple of items at my mom’s next garage sale and donate the rest to the school.

This makes me happy!

I’m going to add 13 more items to my list.

12 yesterday. 13 today. 25 total.

75 more to go!

I can definately let go of 100 items.

I Have A Letting Go Of Stuff Bug Up My Butt Again

There is too much stuff in our house again.

About a month ago I noticed the clutter when I had to clean out the two drawers in my coffee table (i was getting it ready to sell) and didn’t know what to do with all if the pens and pencils and other miscellaneous stuff I had stored in there.

Clutter suffocates.  I actually felt closed in when I was dealing with the drawers.  Mainly because I didn’t know what to do with all of the stuff.  i didnt have a place for it to go and i didnt know what to do about it. I never really felt like that before.  Out of control.  Embarassed that I had all of that stuff. 

I should know better right?

My husband commented two weeks ago that we had stuff in the kitchen cupboards that we aren’t using and we should probably get rid of.

I say we, but I know it’s going to be mostly me.  if he’s ready to let go, I will do the leg work.

I laid awake one night while we were in South Carolina thinking about where I would start decluttering and what I would do.

I decided to start in the basement. We are getting some work done on our sewer pipes sometime this week so I decided to clean up my steel table first so it doesn’t look that bad in that area.

It took me an hour but I got it under control.  I wish I would have taken a pic but I didn’t.  At least it wasn’t as bad as last time.

I let go of 12 items.

It feels good to have the table clutter free.

Next I’m going to work on organzing the cubes in my office. Some of my drawing pencils and stuff are going to be put on the steel table.  My pencils and stuff are small plastic bins so it will be neatly stored.

I need to reorganize my cubes to fit my business stuff in.

The goal I have for my office is to have everything organized so I can grab what I need and go to work.  It’s getting there but I still have a ways to go.

I will definitely have to let go of some stuff in my office.  I have some things in mind to let go of.

I’ve been thinking about letting go of 100 items again.

We’ll see how it goes.

Fun Friday:  That’s A Big One

These are the prickers we have in our back yard.

Usually they only are a foot wide and an inch tall, but with all of the rain and the high temps they grew big and tall.

Those are some big prickers on those leaves. They hurt!

I thought they were cool because of the flowers on top. I’ve never seen this before. They are over 6 feet tall .

I’m going to wait til it rains this weekend and starting pulling them out. Don’t worry. I’ll be wearing gloves and a long sleeve shirt

It’s not fun but it needs to be done.

I think we have the tallest pickers in the state!

The Days Are Flying By

Aren’t they though?

We are over half way through June.

I’ve been doing a lot of different things.

I have too many books.  I had two 2 foot tall piles cluttering my office that I went through.  Darn garage sales and amazon.  Lol.

I’m still working on my garage sale kindle book.  I haven’t started typing then first draft.  I finally got my laptop out of the box last week.

I’m kinda scared. It means my life is changing and I’m taking another step in the direction of my dreams.

Scary stuff.

I’m slowly working on my business. I still have to redo my flyer and get my consent form ready.

Another fear thing but that is another post.

We’ve been spending weekends at the trailer. It’s nice to be with family and friends and relax.

I just wish time would slow down.

Good Dad Memories

As many of you know I don’t like Father’s day. It is the hardest day of the year for me because I dont get to see my dad. I don’t get to hear him say “Hey Kid” or to see him smile.

I miss him every day

Today I’m sharing three funny stories of my dad. He was quite the character. Funny. A pain in the ass.

I don’t remember what was grade I was in but in grade school I had to take a spelling test.

One of the words I had to spell on the test was tough.

I wrote my answer on the paper.


I was so excited because I knew how to spell it.  I knew it was right. My dad spelled it all of the time. The next day I was mad because the teacher claimed I spelled it wrong.  I argued with her.

I knew I was right.  My dad used to tell us I am tuff and he would pound on his chest.  TUFF.

I didnt get in trouble for arguing with the teacher, but my dad was called into the principals office the next day. He was talked to and encouraged to teach us the right way to spell words

Back then I didn’t think it was funny. 

What I did think was funny was him being called to the principals office.

Over the years it became our joke. He would say it to me and I would smile.

Another funny story….

Over 20 years ago my dad, my mom, my sister and two brothers, my ex roommate and I were at Road America for the Indy Car races.  While a woman sang the National Anthem my dad shouted out  “Will someone shoot the bitch?”

The spectators on the bleachers burst out  laughing and cheering while my family and I tried to hide.  We were so embarassed.

The woman was a terrible singer.  Horrible. Really bad. Leave it to my dad to point that out…..In front of 200 spectators.

My last funny story is how is always used to tell me how he watered my mom’s plants by peeing on the them once in awhile before he went to bed.

I was mortified. How could he do this to my mom’s plants? They always looked healthy so I never said anything to her.

I asked him before he died if he really watered her plants by peeing on them. He smiled and shook his head.

Always a jokester

Everyone loved him. He had a huge heart and would give you the shirt off his back.

And he was funny. Unless you were hearing the same joke for the 100th time…..


I Am Pissed

I noticed our lovely government changed the direction of George Washington’s face on the 2022 quarters.

Here’s a picture.

To me it looks like George doesn’t believe in America and what it stands for anymore so he turned his head.

It’s not right and I don’t like it..

In God We Trust.

When I look at the coin it looks like those words fell out of his mouth.

I can’t believe they changed it.

I am more spiritual than religious but those four words mean a lot to me.

I believe in those four words. I trust those four words.

I may be different than you, but coins are more than just coins to me.  They are history.  They are a reminder that how much the men and women who died protecting our freedom gave up.  they remind me that God is always around and guiding us.   They remind me to have hope and not give up.  To persevere and move forward.

To turn George’s head in the opposite direction is to say that the things I believe in don’t matter.  Freedom doesnt matter.  Hope doesn’t matter. 

This coin is un American and goes against everything I believe in.

I am saddened and hurt by this coin.

I never thought I would get so emotional about a coin, but I am.

Maybe because it’s the direction the country is moving in.

I don’t like it.

What are your thoughts?  Am I over reacting? 

I’m very interested if I’m the only one that feels this way.