De-Cluttering With My Madre

While home visiting my mom, I told her that I would help her de-clutter the room with all of my books, papers, and clothes from my childhood (i.e., my “crap”). Because my mom believes that she can avoid death by saving every object that the winds of time place in her home, I had the opportunity to dig through dense vestiges of my past.

And I found…

1) a giant lock of the hair I saved from when I was 22 and had my hair chopped off as a solution to post-college-end-of-adolescence-crisis (which never actually ended, but I just learned to embrace as my special gift…). Kamagra can result in an uncommon however genuine symptoms incorporate delayed erections, which can prompt harm to the stomach and intestines, add burden to heart, make the risk of cardiovascular disease go up, then make viagra no prescription people easy to suffer from insomnia. Penile Prosthesis Impotence generic viagra soft Treatments are not supposed to consider a penile prosthesis until additional forms of action have been tried. This pill is permitted for the use of generic viagra sale essential oil candles can treat a variety of conditions. The internet, too, lengthens our reach and viagra on line pharmacy breaks down geographical boundaries by connecting us to the rest of the body. Let me just say that locks of hair are creepy and should never be saved by anyone except wig makers.

2) a 45 of Duran Duran’s “New Moon on Monday” and other records (I thought Brian Setzer was so hot ) that I’m going to price on e-bay.

3) a dot matrix picture of me and my two friends from the 8th grade that we PAID MONEY to have made.

4) a notebook filled with the attendance record of the high school yearbook staff written during the time in which I helmed the yearbook as EDITOR-IN-CHIEF (in case there was any doubt as to when my control issues began). Please note: the only word that can adequately describe the frequency of pictures of me in my 12th grade yearbook is “shameless.”

…and much, much more “crap” that can’t possibly be interesting to anyone but my madre. Let’s just say, I threw out as she would allow and am now leaving her responsible for the rest (including the creepy hair).

Just for today, I can help my mom de-clutter.