Whoa, Nellie…

I am on a roll!

I grabbed a box last night, and added stuff to it from my kitchen.  It was so freeing.  It was good for the soul.  The box is full and is ready for a trip to the Goodwill.

I am also having to write down everything I want to accomplish because my mind keeps darting around with all the possibilities.  Whoa, Nellie.  One thing at a time.  (When I was a child, my dad called his truck Nellie and he would say things like “Whoa, Nellie” when we were riding in it.)

I am like most people.  I like instant gratification.  I like that right now my closet and drawers are not over run with clothes.  Less clothes mean less time standing in front of my closet wondering what in the world am I going to wear that day.  I like that after last night, my kitchen is less cluttered.  My cabinets are not crammed full. 

It is just so inspirational and motivating. 

We are what we repeatedly do.  Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit. –Aristotle

Like the Pastor said Sunday at the church we visited Sunday, and I am paraphrasing…

Whatever you do, do it in excellence. If you work at Subway, then you spread that mayonnaise for the glory of God! 


Sam giving it all he had to shovel dirt from one location to another.

Sam giving it all he had to shovel dirt from one location to another.


Moving dirt was hard work.  He took an awesome nap later that afternoon.

Moving dirt was hard work. He took an awesome nap later that afternoon.

Disclaimer:  Please note that the yard you see in the photograph is not actually my yard.  It is a lot that my father-in-law bought, and my husband is in the process of tearing down the old house that sits on the lot.  It was built in 1900 and in awful shape. Besides, what country boy wouldn’t like tearing down an old house?

Do you ever look around your house and think about how you have too much stuff, but it is so emotionally stressful to actually do anything about it? 

Having too much stuff is stressful, but purging yourself from all the stuff is also stressful.

What is my obsession with stuff? My grandmother lived through the depression and she keeps everything.  She isn’t exactly a full-blown hoarder, but that may have to do with the fact that she never had a driver license to go anywhere on her own. She lived in the country (she lives with my aunt now) and every trip to town had purpose.

Maybe it is a genetic thing?

I have certain things or categories of stuff that I tend to hoard save.

1.  Cords.  Seriously, why do I need to keep cords?  I have no idea what most of them connect to, but I just keep hanging on to them.  I have this fear that I have something that has lost its cord and if I throw it away it renders that thing useless.  Nevermind that it is useless anyway because I am apparently not using it.

2.  Books. I love books.  Afterall, I do have an English degree (please do not hold it against me if my blog does not reflect this).  I can’t seem to part with my books.  I envision having a huge bookshelf with all my books on it–one day.

3.  Kitchen gadgets and plastic containers.  I have this desire to throw away all those plastic containers that take up all my cabinet space, but then what would I do with all  the leftovers that I have?  Oh wait, my 17-year-old usually takes care of the leftovers.  But still…

4.  Medicine, hair care products, skin care products, make-up, etc.  Somehow I can’t keep band aids, though.

5.  Clothes.  I still have jeans from 10 years ago that I was hoping to wear one day.  I am happy to say that I have successfully placed those in a box that is destined for Goodwill.  I also don’t want to get rid of old t-shirts and pajama bottoms. 

6.  Shoes.  I am in a constant search for the perfect shoe.   

7.  Purse.  Again, I am in a constant search for the perfect purse.  I think I have finally found my perfect purse. 

8.  Notebooks and office supplies.  Not sure why, but every time I go to Wal-Mart, or some store like it, I have to look at the office supplies, notebooks, and planners.  I am in the constant search for the perfect planner.  It doesn’t matter what kind of planner I get, because I forget to use them.

9.   National Geographic.  Actually magazines in general.

10.  Stuff my kids have made in school, church, etc.

I am stopping now. I think you get the picture.  Speaking of picture.  Look at these beautiful flowers my husband gave me for Valentine’s Day.

Purple Flowers from Valentine's Day 2013

They are still sitting on my counter.

I have so many issues.

I searched for minimalist living and found several blogs that discuss minimal living.  I know that I probably will never go to the extremes that some have gone, but I know that I have to purge some things from my house and life.  It will be difficult, but it will be therapeutic and spiritual as well. 

But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. Matthew 6:20

Blogs that I have used for inspiration:

Miss Minimalist

A Guy Named Dave


Crocheting Scarves


My first scarf.  I gave it to my mom.  She loves it and proudly wears it.

Green Scarf

The Green Scarf.

Green Scarf Close-Up

The Green Scarf Close-Up.


The Black and Gray Scarf.



Kitty guarding my mother-in-law’s yard and pool.  The owl isn’t real, but its head moved. Spooky.


Monster cake and cupcakes at my nephew’s birthday Monster Mash.


Because I love Earthfare…

While shopping at Earthfare…


There is something just wonderfully special about milk in glass jugs…


and beautifully arranged produce.


Tractor Sam and more…


Tractor Sam

Tractor Sam (November 2012)


First Day of School (30 July 2012)


My Road Has Heart.




Happy Mother’s Day

Smooth Mowing

As I headed home from my grandmother’s house on Thanksgiving, I noticed I had a rather large stick in my back windshield. So I asked, “Why is there a stick in my back windshield?”  My dear sweet child, Sebastian, said that he liked the stick and he was taking it home.

Yes, my child found a stick that he liked and decided to take it home. 

This short conversation has stayed on my mind ever since.  Why in the world would he need to bring a stick home? He never plays outside. 

Our yard is a barren wasteland of just plain old boring grass.  Perfect for smooth mowing, which is exactly what Josh is trying to accomplish, but it isn’t the best yard for the childhood imagination.

We don’t have rocks in our yard.  Josh gets rid of those.  He doesn’t want to run over it with the lawn mower.

We don’t have sticks in our yard.  Josh gets rid of those, too.  He doesn’t want to run over these with the lawn mower, either.

We don’t have leaves because Josh chops leaves up with the lawnmower.  Not sure why he does this.  Don’t they just disintegrate?

We don’t have old tires, overgrown flowerbeds, swings, picnic tables, overgrown roots, or rusted old stuff left over from 30 years ago.

I told Josh about the conversation with Sebastian and how there aren’t any sticks in the yard.  Of course Josh implied that he did wish the kids would play in the yard more.  Knowing better, I said, “Now just what would you say if you walked outside and seen the kids digging a hole in the yard with a stick?”  He chuckled and said, “I would tell them to stop.”

I am not sure where Sebastian put his stick, but hopefully he hid it well.  There is no rock, stick, or leaf in our yard that is safe from Josh, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.