Hi, my name is Jessica - and I'm a Packrat.
There. I said it.
I have every letter that was ever written to me, I have 3 memory boxes, I have a journal from Grade 1 and every diary I've written since then. I have weird objects that are the physical form of a memory ie; 80's sunglasses, a T-Shirt sleeve, a paper chef's hat with "MkFreak Dough Chic" on the side, a feather, and all 247 four leaf clovers I've found.
I even have my baby teeth and Tim's cast from his broken leg.
I know I get a little carried away sometimes...but I am a sentimental person and I love having the memories from everything I've experienced.
However, the man I married is the furthest thing from a pack rat that you will ever meet. His philosophy is; "if we haven't used it in 3 days -- we don't need it!" When we first moved in together he had a shoebox of his belongings - I had about 47 gigantuous boxes. It's like he walks around my house with a garbage bag permanently grasped in his hands looking for things to throw in it. He has thrown away 3 sleds - because he didn't want to store them for the summer. And every winter we go through the same predicament of having to buy a sled when we want to go sliding. He throws away Christmas cards the day after we get them ("What's the point in keeping them? I've already read them!") He throws away my bubble bath and shower gel because he figures I should only need one bottle at a time. He can't stand clutter....and anything that might not be used regularly is clutter.
But the last stunt he pulled, I have to say, is the worst one yet.
I went up north last week for 2 days - knowing that we were going to be showing our house on the day that I got back. I said to Hillary on the drive up "I know I'm going to come home to a bunch of things missing...."
Sure enough -- 15 garbage bags full of stuff!!
Slowly, I'm starting to notice things that are missing -- as I've needed them. I went to water my plants and find the jug missing.
"But, we already have a juice jug"
"Yes, but that wasn't a juice jug - it was the jug to water my plants with."
"Well, use something else."
"I don't have anything else, because YOU THREW EVERYTHING ELSE AWAY!!"
I went to make soup and can't find the barley;
"Was that the litttle bag of seedy things that I threw away?"
"You THREW AWAY BARLEY???"
"Yeah, and that powdery stuff"
"Beef soup mix, Garnet?....are you serious?"
Upon seeing my face he figures he should justify his stupidity; "Well, I didn't know what they were!!! You should have had labels on them if you didn't want me to throw them away."
"Yeah that makes perfect sense, Garnet. I do the cooking - and I know what they are...end of story. Maybe if you spent a little more time in the kitchen you'd know what beef soup mix and barley were."
Garnet's making supper tonight.
I think I'll alphabetize my memory boxes in my free time....(they are %100 off limits to his garbage bag obsesssion!)