Some of those tricky bastard spammers leave me such nice comments that I want to keep them, until I see they’re trying to promote porn sites or cheap Viagra or something. But I almost feel happy when I read,”So interesting site, thanks! Beauty is only word that comes to mind after viewing this website. Very nice work!”

Then I see they’re advertising buying diet pills online and my heart sinks, just a little.

I just got home from a full day of working at my Mom’s. At first it was hard for her to throw her junk (and it is junk, ask anyone) into the dumpster, but as the day went on she was more able to say, yeah, toss it.

My 19 year old niece Audrey (my brother’s daughter) came over to help today. Despite the fact that she can drive and I don’t know how and it makes me feel like a bit of an idiot I was so happy to see her. My sister Monica stopped by after work and helped pack some boxes and I was relieved to have some help. We had to set my Mom up on a chair and bring things to her to sort through. My Mom was kind of mean and grumpy all day. I started thinking around 8 pm, Shit, why is she being such a bitch when she has all these people here helping her? Then I realized that she was stressed and in pain and embarrassed by the sheer magnitude of her stuff. She truly has more stuff then I’ve ever seen one person have. She has about 50 times more stuff than my family of four. I only snapped at her once when she refused to throw away an old pair of moldy glass shower doors. She said that she had a plan for them, and I told her they were garbage, but not in such nice words. I apologized later. This has been tough on us all.

Polly and Nathan worked their little butts off and I am very proud of them both. Tomorrow, more of the same. Audrey said she was willing to have my kids come over to spend the night anytime. I might just take her up on that. Alex and I could spend some alone time together without being constantly interrupted and maybe even have the chance to make love without the fear of someone walking through the door. (Note to self, get lock for door). Oh who am I kidding? We are both way too tired for that. We’d end up watching TV and passing out.