A lot of thoughts that don't seem to be connected, but really, deep down inside, they are.

I've started watching "Neat" on FitTV. In this show a Professional Organizer (coolest job ever) goes to people's houses and helps them organize a couple of rooms: their kitchen, or their garage or whatever. Finally! A reason to watch the fitness channel! I am not the most organized gal in town, and I really like this show because 1) It teaches lots of good tips for organizing my own life, and 2) The people whose homes they organize are WAY messier than me. It makes me feel good about myself.

But I have this tendency to buy things we don't need and don't have room for. I really need to stop doing this. I am not all that much of a pack rat, so I just end up getting rid of the useless thing in a year or so, and wondering why I ever bothered to spend the money. It is really pretty dumb.

For instance:


At Target the other day, my husband and I bought THESE. They will be very handy for camping, but, honestly, that is not why we bought them. We bought them because they are fun.

I am not the fanciest cook. If I manage to make a side dish to go along with dinner it makes me feel like quite the culinary artist, but there is room on these trays for TWO side dishes, so now I find myself planning my meals so we can have enough different foods to fill the trays up. Dork.

and another thing! I can't put them in the dishwasher! Ok, not totally true. I can, but only on the top rack. Just two trays would fill the whole top rack up, which is just too much of a waste. So I wash them by hand. And as I washed them the first time I was suddenly reminded of the 4th grade when I worked in the lunchroom. I helped serve lunch and wash dishes so that I could eat school lunch. Not all that much to tell about that, actually. Just a chapter in my life I would rather forget. Just kidding!.... Though in reality I have forgotten most of it, so, you know, I can't tell you about it anyway.

But that reminds me of another memory, when I was maybe in 2nd or 3rd grade. And I packed my own lunch for school. I probably often packed my own lunch, but this one time stands out because all I packed for myself was chocolate cake. I remember so clearly, opening up my "Secret of NIMH" lunch box, and seeing inside just one giant wedge of chocolate cake. Awesome. Of course my mom probably wouldn't have let me if she had known about it, but I'm sure I could have snuck it past her. There were like a million of us kids and she couldn't possibly keep track of all of us. Is this a real memory, or was it a dream? It sounds a little too good to be true doesn't it? But I'm going to say it was real, because it is one of my very favorite memories. Mmmmmm, chocolate cake.