Diary of a Network Geek

The trials and tribulations of a Certified Novell Engineer who's been stranded in Houston, Texas.

2/19/2006

Cleaning House

Filed under: Advice from your Uncle Jim,Bavarian Death Cake of Love,Criticism, Marginalia, and Notes,Deep Thoughts,Life, the Universe, and Everything,Personal,The Network Geek at Home — Posted by the Network Geek during the Hour of the Horse which is around lunchtime or 12:51 pm for you boring, normal people.
The moon is Waning Gibbous

Sensible Shoes
I started cleaning house a little this weekend.

You see, I have this one room that is filled with the residue of a previous life. Old clothes and books and furniture and papers and junk and… Shoes. Lots of shoes.
I stopped gathering bags of junk to throw out when I hit six because I’d more than filled my garbage cans. I have so many more to fill and throw out that it was almost overwhelming. Almost. Most of the clothes will go to someplace like the Salvation Army or to help victims of Katrina or something. (Yes, there are still people from Katrina that need clothes!) I have old school uniforms and jeans and other kids clothes as well as adult clothes. I haven’t even started sorting the boxes upon boxes of books. Or decided what to do with all the left over furnature. Frankly, there are some heirlooms I’d like to see go back to my former in-laws, so that, one day, my former step-daughter might have them. Thigh-High BootsI’m not sure if that will happen or not though. If you all could see this one room in my house filled with so many boxes and bags and piles of junk, you could see why it was so hard to get motivated to deal with it. There’s a part of me that would like to just heap it up on the front lawn and set fire to it, though I wouldn’t indluge in that kind of waste even if it weren’t illegal to burn that much that way. Still, it has to be dealt with somehow, sooner or later, so I’ve started. A little at a time and it will get out faster than I might think.

I joked with my mother not too long ago that I should have a party to get rid of it all. I could go through my house and tag all the things that I want to “dispose” of and then invite single women in to just cart it off, in exchange for contatct information and/or dates. She thought it was hilarious. I even had a plan for different levels of exchange for the stuff.
I could use colored stickers or tags, with each color requiring a different level of personal info. For white stickers, just a name and good phone number, pre-verified. For red stickers, a name, good, preverified phone number and at least two evenings that the lady in question would be available for a date in the next two months. For gold stickers, a name, a good, preverified phone number, at least two evenings in the next month that she’d be available, and one actual, prearranged date. Obviously, the grade of “stuff” goes up with each sticker and the required information to gain access to the stickers. Each level has access to the lower levels of sticker as well. First Pair of ShoesSecond Pair of Shoes

Like I said, my mother thought it was hilarious. Have I mentioned that my family has a somewhat twisted sense of humor? And, interestingly enough, my father remained rather silent on that whole subject.
Anyone have any thoughts on the merits of such a party?

Now, you may have noticed that this post is surrounded by pictures of shoes. Lots of shoes. On the top left, a single pair of rather sensible shoes, women’s size seven and a-half. The rest, though, are seven pairs of, well, not so sensible shoes. One is a size eight, but the rest are also size seven and a-half. I should note that these are not my shoes, but shoes I am going to be getting rid of, one way or another, shortly. Third Pair of ShoesYou may also notice that they have a theme, of sorts, besides being mostly black. Notice the extremely high heels, the amazing platforms. Also, if you click on the thumbnails, you’ll see that most of them are hardly worn, or, in some cases, not worn at all. I should note also, that while I paid for most, if not all of these shoes, I did not really pick them out. I retained veto rights over them, so they all had my tacit approval, but I did not go seeking them. They were not my “thing”, as it were, though I had little argument with them as I bought them. In many ways, they represent the worst kind of residue of that old life. They are not what I’m looking for at all anymore. They weren’t even what I was looking for back then, but they were what I found. Fourth Pair of ShoesFifth Pair of Shoes
I hope that what these shoes represent don’t frighten or disturb anyone who reads this blog, either employers or potential dates. As I mentioned, they represent a life I did my best to walk away from and leave behind. But, I do hope they explain, a little, that when I say I have a sordid past, or that there are things about me that people don’t know or understand, I’m not joking. I’m not kidding around, or exagerating, or embelishing for effect, or even trying to impress anyone, when I say that I do have an unusual past, a slightly different history, than people might think from this blog and my current life. Or, as I like to remind people, even a priest has a past.

So, finally, here’s a little Advice from your Uncle Jim, kids, everyone has a past and that sometimes effects their future. We can change, even though it may be hard and may have a price, but, who we have been will still effect who we become. You can’t always tell who a person was by who they are today.

Sixth Pair of Shoes


Advice from your Uncle Jim:
"The greatest achievements are those that benefit others."
   --Denis Waitley

6 Comments

  1. Seven & a half eh…

    naw, I’d probably fall down and that’s no fun.

    Wow though. Quite the “ahem” collection.
    Just how would you go about advertising such a sale?

    Oh and: furn – i – ture
    Oh and: pre-v – e – rified

    I could be wrong though…

    Comment by Deirdre — 2/19/2006 @ 5:32 pm

  2. No, you’re right. I spell very poorly and my blog software has no spellcheck.

    And, if you think what I’ve got left is impressive, you should’ve seen what’s already gone.

    Comment by the Network Geek — 2/19/2006 @ 6:14 pm

  3. Um, I have to ask… what did she do for a living?

    Comment by Alison — 2/20/2006 @ 10:26 am

  4. ROFL *ahem* Can you believe she was a web designer? No kidding. My sordid past isn’t quite that sordid. Close, sometimes, but not that bad!

    Comment by the Network Geek — 2/20/2006 @ 10:30 am

  5. ok…since you brought it up…here and on sass’s sight…yeah..i was wondering if she was a stripper of some sorts…

    Comment by wendi — 2/23/2006 @ 10:12 am

  6. No, but, well, it’s a long, long story. Let me put it this way, I’ve not only been around the block, but down the street, across town and in neighborhoods I’m not planning on visiting again. When I say I’ve pretty well seen it all, I ‘aint kidding. My motto used to be “Hey, whatever you’re into, just don’t get any on me.”
    Nothing much shocks or surprises me any more, but my friends still try.

    Comment by the Network Geek — 2/23/2006 @ 10:18 am

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