unboxed

If you ever think you need to buy something new or maybe there's something out there you just can't live without, we've got a very solid recommendation.

Pack up everything you own. Then, unpack

it. If you really want to reenforce the point, throw a cross country move in. You'll find you are more blessed than you know, and probably more of a packrat than you'd realized.

We continue the unpacking process, and we've discovered a host of things we thought we'd lost somewhere along the way. Others we've wondered WHY we thought it was important enough to pack up and move cross country. There's my poodle skirt from sorority rush, a sorority t-shirt, Dave's grandfather's pocketwatch, Dave's razorback bank, some hideous pictures that needed to be thrown away, and of course, all those clips from our college media days. We kept the latter because, you know, you never know when you'll need to pull out that story on college admission rates that showed you overweight, with a bad haircut, and wearing that sorority t-shirt. A good portion of the stuff should be erased, burned, and buried--in that order.

A plus from the move has been unpacking wedding gifts. Since Dave and I knew we would move in Shreveport, we wrote down the gift and sent a timely thank you note, but we haven't used the majority of the stuff. We found a few things we forgot we had and a few things still wrapped. It's been like Christmas, and we have already started using the new stuff. Except the dish towels. We are stocked for the next 10 years with dish towels.

The painting and decorating process continues....pictures soon.