Showing posts with label shoes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shoes. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Buried Alive!

Have you ever seen that show, Hoarders:  Buried Alive?  I think I'm one of them.  Seriously, my house is just full of stuff!  On the very, very rare occasion I attempt to clean, I am reminded of how much stuff we have.  It's beyond ridiculous!

There are some third world countries with less stuff than what we have.  I just hope we don't find any small animal carcasses buried under the piles when the Environmental Protection Agency comes in and makes us clean.


This is ONE of four bookshelves that is home to the 56 gazillion books my kids own.  Notice the shelving has collapsed from the weight.  The wire basket came from the DVD bin (which is also overflowing with all things Disney).


This is the coffee table in our living room.  My husband cleaned it yesterday.  It's now covered with Little Pet Shop paraphernalia, paper airplanes, Nerf ammo, pink computer, art supplies, and a Blues Clues book my kids haven't seen since 2006.  Now that it's been rediscovered, though, it is a valued treasure.


This is the living room toy box.  There's one just like it in the playroom, G's bedroom, E's bedroom, and the bathroomS.  The lid won't shut due to over-stuffage.  If you look closely, you'll see that nearby are a few plastic totes filled with toys, and some straggler toys too big to fit in the box.  Oh, and I can't forget about Woody on the play table where my kids eat while watching too much TV.  It gets worse; the shed in our backyard is one humongous toy box full of sports equipment, multiple kiddy pools, and every battery powered vehicle created by Fisher Price and Hot Wheels (thanks Santa!). 


This just may be where they'll find the skeletal remains of our dog.  This...my friends, is a closet full of my kids' play shoes.  I say play shoes because their dress shoes are upstairs in one of their closets.  If you weren't appalled by the previous photos, I'm sure this one sent you right over the edge.  We ain't the Gosselins, folks!  This is for two freakin' kids!  They have crocs in every style, flip flops in every color, tennis shoes in every brand...  None of these shoes belong to my husband or me.

I'm pretty sure that when I die and get to the pearly gates, St. Peter will probably have these photos on file under GLUTTONY! 

Sure, LB...you found a cure for cancer, saved the entire Asian continent from nuclear innihilation, single-handedly rescued all those abandoned children in Brazil, and repaired the hole in the ozone; however, I can't let you in.  Have you seen these horrific pictures????  Sinful, girl, sinful!