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Yesterday was Mother's day. I was going to post something yesterday, but then I got caught up spending time with my mom. The day started out as a normal Sunday, kinda. Saturday night was my sister's prom, and she stole the plug when she got home to charge her phone. I was getting tired of the constant ticking of the analog clock near my head, so I had taken the battery out some time during the day, and my phone died some time during the middle of the night, so I woke up early for no reason and had no clue what time it was. or a way to figure out what time it was without getting out of bed. I was up early enough, and remembered that they normally give candy to the mother's at my church on mother's day, so I figured I'd go with my family and double up on the goodies. [ :) ] but unfortunately, in my parent's ward they didn't give candy, they gave books to all the women 18 and older. it was still cool, but not as good as sugar. But since I went with my parents, and also went to my own singles ward, I went to a total of 4 hours of church, which so far has been the norm since I got home. I guess it's lucky the ward times overlap or I could be going to 6 hours instead of just 4.... or have to choose where I wanted to go! But I was glad that I went to the singles ward since they know how to treat the women: a box of treats! I haven't eaten them yet though, so I don't know how good they actually are.... I don't know why I'm saving them either, I just am.

When I got home from church, I was greeted by my sister, mom, and grandma in the front room with almost half of my sister's clothes taking up any empty space in the room. They were doing the semi-annual clothing change. I don't know why they waited til May to put all Maggie's winter clothes away and go through all the summer stuff to figure out what she has and what she will need to buy to supplement her wardrobe. If I were in charge of buying her new clothes, it wouldn't happen. She has more clothes already than fit in her drawers, which means they end up in a huge pile in the middle of the room. I guess they realized once I got home that Maggie needed to go through and perhaps get rid of stuff so there would be room for me. I can confidently say my sister didn't get rid of half the stuff she needs to have gotten rid of, and there will never again be room enough for both of us in the room. Of course I've taken over some of drawers in the dresser that used to be mine but that only means there are now more clothes on the ground; and she says my stuff in the room is inconvenient for her! We also went through the closet floor and there are more shoes in the closet than my sister EVER uses. I tried to get rid of a few pairs that I don't think anyone has worn in years, but my sister would take them out of the bags every time I tried to put something in. She argued over every article of clothing with my mom and grandma, and refused to get rid of anything she thought she may like in the future (despite that she doesn't like it now).

Once I asked my sister why she keeps so many clothes that she doesn't wear. She has a uniform during the week for school, so she doesn't even need variety for school. I commented that she doesn't even know what all she has, and if she doesn't ever wear it, it would be better to get rid of it. She tole me that she likes having so much stuff she can't remember what all she has so that when she is going through a drawer (or more likely a pile in front of a drawer) and finds something she didn't remember she has, it is like she just got something new! I dislike that philosophy since, if you didn't remember you had it, obviously you didn't miss it, and you still won't miss it if you give it away. I know I have a few articles of clothing like that with my stuff up in Utah, but I plan on either placing them on the top of my stuff so I'll actually use them, or I will get rid of them so they don't take up space I could use for better loved stuff. Which reminds me of another story involving my sister that happened last week. My sister has a very obvious texting problem, but she is the only one who doesn't see it as such. She is constantly texting her ex, which I think is nonsense because he didn't make her happy at the end of their relationship, nor did she make him happy and yet she can't stop spending almost all her time with him. I think she needs to meet some new people (closer to home so that she doesn't have to pay so much for gas), but she doesn't see it that way. Anyways, texting problem: evidently my dad has blocked her texting after 11, so that perhaps she can actually get some sleep. I didn't realize that the first night she asked to borrow my phone to text her "ex". I thought her phone had just died and she didn't want to bother finding the plug and getting it charged. I gave her my phone to use and she went absolutely bonkers at how "perfect" it looked. I guess she thought there were less scratches on the front of it and it didn't have some weird substance on it. The inside screen still works and it is still totally functional. I told her I just liked keeping my stuff in good condition so I could continue to use it for a long time. She responded saying that things were made to be used/used up, and I was obviously not living life right. I think those things most important to you, while being well used, should not be abused merely because you use them so often. I try to keep my clothes in the best condition possible (which means no stains and no stretching) and my shoes I clean when they get dirty so the dirt doesn't build up. I used a scooter last semester to get places, and my roommates made fun of how well I kept it. If it was wet or raining outside, I would bring it in and wipe it down so it didn't stain or leave trails through the kitchen if I rode it there. I figure I want to always show the best of what I have to the world for the longest amount of time possible, and that doesn't work if you abuse what you have. Then you just have to replace it, which costs money. I am cheap, so I don't want to waste money because I was careless about something. It was just interesting have that conversation with my sister because it pointed out an entirely different point of view than my own and made me realize that some people are really that different from me.