A pile of .....

I am have reached that point of moving. You know that moment where you look at a room and think "all done!" Then you look down and see that box of stuff that you couldn't find a home for. 

That is so frustrating!!! I could scream, but instead I am planning on having a yard sale. 

The lovely Amanda @ This IS My Real Hair had a ticked off Tuesday post that I thought was amazing. After reading her posts, I decided that the only thing ticking me off today was the PILES throughout my house. I am beginning to feel like a hoarder.

How many breadmakers, scarves and silverware can one girl have? I have every kitchen gadget ever made. I have candle I will never light. I have figured out I am a product junkie. Hair gel? I have enough for every Elvis impersonator in Vegas. Lotion? Every scent made. It's slightly embarrassing. 

My dogs love the piles. Riley thinks every new pile is a new treasure chest. I will probably find things hidden under the couch next time I clean. He has an obsession with clothes. Mainly mine. Hi, my name is Mallory and I have a cross dressing pitbull. Hey, the day he figures out how to dress himself in my clothes while I am at work, is the day I make millions. Can you work on that Riley? 

The hay bale in my car

With this whole moving stuff I have neglected everything. Seriously everything.

I only posted 3 times last week and they were hurried posts. I apologize.

 The sad part is the blog is one of the least neglected parts on my life. 

My house looks like a tornado hit it. There are boxes everywhere, there are cleaning supplies lying here and  there and there are piles of stuff to be donated in every corner. I want to scream. 

My barn... Oh my... the barn. I got a load of bagged shavings in 2 weeks ago. They are still in the aisle. One of the stalls has all of the mats removed. Those are also in the aisle. There is grass growing in the aisle. My horses mane is impossibly long and needs shortened and thinned. I just avoid looking in the barns direction. 

Then you get to my car. You know that new car I swore to clean weekly. Its been 6 weeks. Those 6 weeks have included 2 trips to the farm with dogs and cows. My car is disgusting. 

That is what the pretty baby is supposed to look like. I am pretty sure there is enough hay to make a bale in there now. Plus, the hubby wants to trade it for a truck and it's hard to convince him to let me keep it when it's gross. 

I cannot wait for this long drawn out move to be over. I cannot wait to get my life organized. My OCD is making me stressy and cranky and I am on the verge of a panic attack. Not a fake panic attack. A real deal one. I can feel my body shutting down the way it does before I panic. I am taking more naps, not taking time to do makeup or hair, not caring.... I keep telling myself one more week and it will be over.

 ONE MORE WEEK. 

Chaos

The OCD person in me hates packing. I hate it. All my stuff gets jumbled into boxes and I can't find what I need and my house looks like an episode of hoarders. It also  takes me longer to pack because I have to clean everything before I pack it. Thank you OCD. My husband called me Saturday and asked how much I had packed. When I told him 2 rooms, he said, " That's it?". I wanted to punch him through the phone. For the sake of his face, I hope this move goes quickly. 

Side note: I get a craft room out of this move. A huge gorgeous craft room. I am more than a little excited about this. If you follow me on Pinterest you might have noticed the crazy amount of pins I have been adding.  Lord help my bank account. I can't wait to move in and give you guys a tour. I might even let you guys help me pick the stuff for the craft room. Design Challenge blog style. We will see. 

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Okay and now back to me... 

My favorite topic. I am obviously in a mood today and that mood is stuck on myself. I blame that on the fact that my sister is in Oklahoma City at the World Championships and I chose to sit out this year and buy a house. This causes me to be jealous. How lame am I? 

I could just live in the horse trailer with my pony and travel the country competing. Oh wait, I did this and then I was broke for a year. Sigh.... I need to win the lottery or find wealthy equestrian sponsors. 

I can feel it... I am going to be grouchy for the next two weeks knowing my family is at the biggest equestrian event of the year and I am stuck in Georgia. Lord, I am whiny... sorry ya'll. Don't give up on me! 

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Side note... We are moving this month and I may need a few guest posts, so if you are interested please email me! 

J is for junk

Why do I have so much junk? Okay, so it's not really junk. It's kitchen stuff and clothes, but I am realizing in a few short weeks I have to move all this stuff. Do you ever look around and ask, "Do I really need all this stuff?!"

So here are the things I cannot leave behind!

1. My Ikea Expedite workstation . I love the cubbies for organizing. I love the color. I love how it looks. I love it. 

2. My dana comforter from bed bath and beyond. It is super comfy and warm. 

3. My crockpot. I honestly, I cook everything in it. Tomorrow it will slave over a lasagna while I am at work.

4. My elmer horse figurines. When I got thrown from Casper and had to retire him, the hubby bought me Elmers that were white and looked just like My boy. They go where I go. Love them and love him. 

So that is the "junk" I will never leave behind!