I'm getting so tired of certain people thinking it's ok to yell at me because I couldn't answer their phone call that came in from a number I didn't know, and I never called them back because no message was left to tell me who called in the first place.

I admit most of the time the phones are near me no matter what room I'm in, but I won't answer certain calls.  I don't answer if the caller id says something like cpa firm raleigh because I'm not wasting my time on a wrong number or someone trying to sell me something.  If the number is a long distance one that I don't know most of the time I won't answer those either because I don't know who it is.  Isn't the the whole point of caller id in the first place?  Just like answering machines and voicemail are there so you can leave a message to tell me to call you back because I can't or don't always answer!

Lately I haven't been answering local numbers I don't know because someone I don't know has been giving out my cell phone number to their family and friends as their own number.  I answered the first few times, but I got tired of explaining that I've had this number for almost a decade, and the person (who I found out just got a new phone) must be mixing up her new phone number.  I can't help it that a particular family member thinks he needs to change his cell phone number almost monthly, so it's stupid of him to yell at me because I didn't answer.  If it was important he should have left a message, and I would have gotten back to him when I realized he was the person calling from that number!

I’m starting to think my child has turned into a little mermaid.  She’s spent almost everyday of the last two weeks in the pool, and who can blame her with the gorgeous weather we’ve had for the most part.  That is, until the rain hit yesterday, and it was just a little too chilly outside with the wind even before the rain came for me to feel comfortable letting her get in the pool.  She pitched a fit to get in the pool anyway, and I repeated umpteen times that it was just too cold, the water would be cold, and she would get sick.  The little monkey told me to “buy a heater”.  SMH. Yeah, let me just pull up a list of raypak heaters and pick one out for her kiddie pool!  Yeah, that was definitely a dose of sarcasm there. 

She eventually settled for putting on her swimsuit and playing in the bath tub for a bit.  The swimsuit was a must because she said without it she was just taking a bath.  She’s TWO!  When did she get big enough to tell me stuff like that?

Even though my allergies have me feeling like total crap I’ve been really busy doing more Spring cleaning around here.  This weekend we took advantage of the long weekend and spent Saturday morning and this morning tackling the garage.  Ben has the tool trailer loaded down with stuff to drop off at Goodwill tomorrow, and we can finally see the concrete floor in a few spots. 

A majority of the stuff in there isn’t even ours.  It’s stuff that either my Grandparents left here for us because we might find a use for it (and my Grandma doesn’t throw anything away) or it’s junk other people have brought over to see if we want before they trash it.  When people drop by with stuff that’s in good condition I almost always take it just to prevent it from ending up in the landfill.  I might not have a use for it, but I know I can put it with my donation stuff and haul it all off in one trip.  That’s also why we usually have enough to fill the tool trailer during each trip.

This year seems to be the year for collecting Christmas lights and toys.  I kept some of the Christmas lights that were given to me because I can recycled the small strands into craft projects, but I have no use for a majority of the lights that were in the garage. I know the trim on my house is brown, but I don't need a bunch of boxes of brown wire christmas lights that don't match the lights we use.

Then there were the boxes of clothes.  My aunt decided to clean out her closet a few weeks ago, and I came home one day to find a bunch of boxes of clothes sitting on the porch with a note to keep what I wanted and give away the rest.  Now my aunt is about my size, but she wears a bunch of what Ben calls “churchy” clothes.  The boxes were full of dresses that look like they walked out of an 80s camp meeting and big bulky shirts.  I pulled maybe 4 shirts out of 6 boxes because they looked comfy to sleep in.  The rest of the clothes went straight to the donation pile and left us today as well.  You may say “but they’re not in style”, but oh around here those clothes will sell like hot cakes to all the little old church ladies. 

I know anyone who stops by my house and sees my garage probably thinks I’m a hoarder, but I promise I don’t belong on one of those shows!  I just don’t want all that stuff going to the landfill if someone else can use it, and there is no reason to make umpteen thousand trips to the donation box if we can fill the trailer with a load once every couple months.