I like to clean and/or reorganize occasionally, but really I'm the sort of person who would leave the remains of a non-working car on cinderblocks in my front yard if only I had a non-working car, some cinderblocks, and a front yard...
I grew up in a house that had its own junk yard. There is this dilapidated barn behind the house and a couple of junked vehicles (a 62 Cadillac, a motorhome my dad uses as a tool shed) as well as six cars that still run--and my parents are the only two people who live there.
As I say in this post, "The front of the house looks fine, but the side view.... it looks like the opening shot of a movie about people who leave their empty whiskey bottles under the bed and tether a goat to the lawn so they don't have to mow it. The only thing that redeems the scene is the fact that none of the cars are on blocks."
I blame it on my parents' Mormonism: can't throw anything away--not even cars that don't work.
I agree with SO. If you have a messy room to begin with (which mine usually is) making the bed just emphasizes the fact that the rest of your room is messy.
As for junked cars in the yard I presently have 8, count em 8, vehicles in various states of disrepair in my back yard. All of which I have driven at one point in time or another. The logic behind this is that my partner knows how to fix chevs. When one car dies we buy the exact same kind of car so we can take parts from the others.
I told my sister about this and she joked that that was like some of the houses on our Rez. We decided that it was somehow genetic. While I did not have cars in the back yard growing up my grandmother always did.
When my sister was younger, probably in grade 4 or 5, a new student came to the school and was bragging about how rich she and her parents were. They had this, and they had that. That is when my sister piped up and said "Oh yeah, well my grandma has 12 cars!". She did not add that half of the cars did not work but she was satisfied that she had not lied. The other girl, in turn, blushed in embarrasment and never talked about how rich she was again.
I chose my name because I'm over-educated, passionate and articulate, like any good bluestocking.... plus stockings of any color really flatter my slender, shapely calves and ankles.
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I'm the polar opposite.
I like to clean and/or reorganize occasionally, but really I'm the sort of person who would leave the remains of a non-working car on cinderblocks in my front yard if only I had a non-working car, some cinderblocks, and a front yard...
I grew up in a house that had its own junk yard. There is this dilapidated barn behind the house and a couple of junked vehicles (a 62 Cadillac, a motorhome my dad uses as a tool shed) as well as six cars that still run--and my parents are the only two people who live there.
As I say in this post, "The front of the house looks fine, but the side view.... it looks like the opening shot of a movie about people who leave their empty whiskey bottles under the bed and tether a goat to the lawn so they don't have to mow it. The only thing that redeems the scene is the fact that none of the cars are on blocks."
I blame it on my parents' Mormonism: can't throw anything away--not even cars that don't work.
I think if I'd grown up in a situation like that, my current habits would be different.
Looks like it skips a generation... ;^)
***SO makes his bed after the wave of guilt overtakes him.***
What about if your room is messy to begin with? I think that making my bed has exacerbated the messy look, by default.
I never make my bed...most of the time I fall asleep on the couch, and just toss the blankets in a pile in the morning.
I like to say it's because my mom nagged me too much when I was a kid to keep my room tidy. Oooo such a rebel.
I'm tidy in "fits". I call them my cleaning binges. We do the dishes on a daily basis, and keep the place clean, but not always tidy :)
I agree with SO. If you have a messy room to begin with (which mine usually is) making the bed just emphasizes the fact that the rest of your room is messy.
As for junked cars in the yard I presently have 8, count em 8, vehicles in various states of disrepair in my back yard. All of which I have driven at one point in time or another. The logic behind this is that my partner knows how to fix chevs. When one car dies we buy the exact same kind of car so we can take parts from the others.
I told my sister about this and she joked that that was like some of the houses on our Rez. We decided that it was somehow genetic. While I did not have cars in the back yard growing up my grandmother always did.
When my sister was younger, probably in grade 4 or 5, a new student came to the school and was bragging about how rich she and her parents were. They had this, and they had that. That is when my sister piped up and said "Oh yeah, well my grandma has 12 cars!". She did not add that half of the cars did not work but she was satisfied that she had not lied. The other girl, in turn, blushed in embarrasment and never talked about how rich she was again.
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