What a day. Am I glad to be sitting down. My folks are D.I.Y crazy at the moment. A task that doesn't appeal to me at all. I generally go out when they are doing such things, and keep out of the way, in fear that I'll get in the way, or even worse, they will rope me into helping them! Today there was no escape. My Mum hates clutter. She hates things to be out. She likes the minimum. Me and my Dad however are completely different. We like clutter, and lots of it, and we hate to throw things out, and we generally only do it when given the gentle push by my Mum. In other words, she throws it out, while we beg her not too. My dad even chased her to the bin today. Hehe. Which leads me to my day. We cleared out the garage. Not a big task right? Wrong. What a nightmare. For starters most of the stuff belonged to me, so there was no chance of escaping, and secondly I really didn't want to get rid of anything. I got totally dirty too. Was my own stupid fault. I woke up this morning and as soon as I got up, my Mum was like, we are doing the garage NOW. I think she was aware of my plans to escape. Now I am one of these people that hates clothes. The least I can wear, the better. So I had my nightie on, and decided I would be fine clearing out the garage in my nightie. No one had to see me, I wasn't outside. So me in my nightie and slippers rummaging through boxes in the garage. Pretty sight huh. I wasn't prepared for how dusty these boxes were. Or that I would get my nightie caught on something, and not realise, and flash my arse to the world. Ahh, well.
Anyway, most of the boxes were books. Loads of Enid Blyton books. Five boxes of them to be exact. I was going through them, getting all excited remembering reading them. The famous five, Secret seven, The faraway tree, Noddy. Ohhh how great. I then had a war with my Mum about what I would be throwing away. In a word....nothing. It just isn't right to throw books away. I plan on keeping them for my kids one day. I found loads of annuals too. I've got a neighbours annual, how sad is that. I also have the Beano, and The munsters! I barely even remember the Munsters! Hehe. So we kept the books. Then I found a bag of dolls. Barbie dolls. Grrrr. I was all ready for them to be thrown away, but no. It was my Mums turn to get all sentimental! Barbie dolls and clothes. They actually have a suitcase with them, full of shoes, bags, belts, all kinds of crap. I even have a wedding dress. Then there was another box full of dolls from my childhood. All with dummies and bottles, and fake little nappies. Freaky looking if you ask me. However, my Mum was rather taken with them, lord knows why. So in the end, we got rid of nothing. Dirty, and ripped, for nothing!
My Mum decided the dolls needed cleaning, so they went in the kitchen. It was at that time I realised all the barbies were naked and their hair was a bit messy. So without even thinking about it, I started going through their suitcase to find clothes. It only seemed right to dress them. I found them all an outfit and dressed them. I found matching shoes, and bags. Just so you know, they looked nice. I then started on their hair. Which was messy to say the least. Brushing it, and you know making barbie look decent. It was only when I noticed my Mum looking at me with an amused look on her face that I realised what I was actually doing. I was sat playing with Barbie! This brings back traumatic memories of childhood. My sisters are alot older than me, and I have to admit I was a pain to them. I would follow them about and beg them to play with me. When they refused I would kick up a stink, and make up things they'd done to me, to get them in trouble. One day I wound Katy up so much that she cut the hair off all my Barbie dolls. Right in front of me! I was so upset. I haven't forgive her to this day! It was nice remembering some of my childhood though!
Speaking of sisters, it's my eldest sisters birthday today. She is thirty two. It's almost seven pm and I still haven't seen her. She's been busy with whatever it is she gets busy with. We are still keeping a distance from each other, and not really talking, but it's still her birthday. I didn't know what to get her. I think the worst thing you can get for your birthday is money. It's like saying I couldn't be bothered going to get you anything, and I didn't want to put thought into it, but I HAD to get you something. I much prefer a thoughtful present. That reflects the personality of the person. What did I get my sister? I gave her money.