CLUTTER!!

I received an iPod for Christmas.  I was so against them since they came out.  I don’t know, something about an electronic device being almost worshipped by the masses kind of creeped me out.  I never would have bought one for myself; however, I now that I have one, I have scummed to the craze and use it constantly, so it’s a great gift.  (Thanks Dad!) Anyway, Mr. W has given me the basic knowledge needed to get by with iTunes, and I’ve recently discovered Pod-casts, so I’m busily importing my entire music collection, browsing iTunes and Amazon MP3’s, and searching through seemingly millions of pod-cast to find just the right ones to pique my interest.

This all brings me to a much bigger dilemma than surrendering to the lure of the iPod cult. 

Exhibit A:

 This is my computer desk, or should I say, this is the stuff that is hiding my computer desk.  This is a representative of the rest of my world.  Sadly, I only really notice this unholy mess while I am importing my cd’s.  How’s that, you say.  Well, it’s like this:  (maybe this will give you a small insight to how my brain actually works).  As I go through my cd’s, I find things like Montell Jordan, Paula Abdul, yes, even the Backstreet Boys.  And it hits me, I AM MY MOM!  I have become a pack rat.  I have all these cd’s and can’t recall the last time I actually listened to them.  I don’t even want to put them on my iTunes, yet here they remain, in my house, in my clutter, in my world just taking up space.  Rappin’ 4-tay, the Vengaboys, Ricky Martin.  These are all ghosts of the life I left behind SO long ago and have no intention of returning to, EVER, yet I keep them.  (here is the link in my brain…ready) So I look around, beginning with my desk in front of me, and realize that it’s not just my music, it’s the whole place.  No wonder it’s so cluttered!  I keep EVERYTHING!!  Why?  What logical explanation is there for keeping crappy knick-knacks, and high school prom glasses, and Air Force regulations? Why keep Missy Elliot, and Coolio, and Shai?  Once again music represents a part of my life. 

So today, armed with my big empty tubs that I keep around just in case (ha! how ironic is that) I will go around my house and purge, purge, purge. 

Of course, some memory will be triggered by some old crap and I won’t actually be able to get rid of anything, but it will be a valiant effort, I swear!