Clutter Free??

I've been a flybaby fluttering and flopping, flying and stalling for fourteen years. You would think I would have the hang of flying at this point... um NO. I'm a wanna be Born Organized.

I can't imagine parting with my old roller blades and padding, the Grandchildren might want Mimom to skate with them someday. Don't suggest I part with ONE cookbook, I might actually crack one eventually. You know the drill. I might need it one day and when I do, I'll be sorry. Better to be safe than sorry right? My thoughts exactly.

Now I'm at my abode, staring at all this stuff, of course none of it is in it's home, some of it never did have a home. We come home do laundry, some of it goes back with us, most of it stays home... right where we left it.

Digging under my kitchen sink, I discovered... a snake! I don't care that he was very dead and very dried out stuck in a glue trap! He was UNDER my sink! I threw away the Tupperware pitcher I used to toss the glue trap with the snake firmly attached.

(I've dealt with 7 snakes in our old house, I do NOT want to begin that tradition again. Maybe if I'd stop using glue traps I wouldn't have a snake problem, or one that I know about.

I couldn't rest knowing I had snake... goo under my sink...(no evidence but I could imagine it well enough.)

It was the beginning of cleaning out every cabinet, cupboard, drawer in my kitchen. I put back the things I've actually used in the past year. The rest went into an I don't know box. I've decided to donate it without looking back.

The next day, I started on my living room. I went through all the stuff we've dropped when we get off the truck, if I can't find it a home, it's going to a new home.

My inspiration came from a group on Facebook, https://www.facebook.com/groups/spendingwiselylivingwell

I learned of a blog from that group http://www.becomingminimalist.com/

When I nearly gave up, he posted something inspired me to continue my quest to let the stuff go and live simpler and happier.


I let go of everything I don't love or need. It hasn't been easy but so well worth it.

A week later, and I really love the house, I've hated since we downsized four years ago.

The shed is full of stuff to be donated to charity.

I realized today, our finances are in order, we've been debt free sixteen days.

My house is clutter free.

My life truly is getting more amazing every day.

Don't Mind the Open Refridgerator

I'm home recuperating today.

In our wonderful journey, we barely got our load and headed to California, when the door of our freshly stocked refrigerator
flew open.

We were going through a little town speed limit 40 mph.

I quickly unbuckled, grabbed the fallen items and slammed the door shut. I sat at the table to repack the veggies into their shoe box.

Next thing I knew, I was in extreme pain laying at DH feet. My face was stinging. I couldn't move the pain so bad in my back.

A little old man pulled out in front of us, then stopped to make another left turn all within seconds. DH stopped, I did not.

DH pulled over, helped me get to the table. I had scrapes across my back. We are still in rural Texas, no ER nothing.

We were about an hour from our friends house. We continued on. I felt so much better by the time we got there.
They looked at the bruise on my back and the cuts and mentioned taking me to the ER.
(another two hours the opposite direction our load is going.)

The friends didn't have an extra bed for me to rest on. I chose to get back on the truck. my own bed is there and the pain was receding by leaps and bounds.

Fast forward to exactly a week later.

The bruise is a faint circle, no pain what so ever (none since the day after it happened.)
We were nearly home, we were parked for the night, the next day we'd unload at eight stores, then go home finally, or not...

We got some groceries, I went to the restroom, looked at my fading bruise, when I turned back from the mirror, my back went into a spasm.

I'm glad to be home and resting nicely.

Truck drivers don't have the leisure time to run to the ER when they need to. Many of them drive when they are sick with the flu, have toothache, headaches. They keep moving the product on down the road so consumers can live the life of leisure they enjoy.

living on a truck

It's been 17 months since we began our adventure.

I've learned a lot of things, like jumping out at the fuel island to be next in line for a shower while Hubs parks.
If we have cell phone service I let him know which shower I'm in. If we don't have service, he gets to play the knock on every door game. LOL. Not really, I wait for him at the front door.

We moved into a 2013 Volvo June 26, 2013. Like moving from a tiny apartment into a mansion. (big grin)

I cook at home, in the beginning, it was the only way Hubs could eat for his health.

Now,I realize we save so much money, and we're eating healthier.

Weight gain is a huge issue with truck drivers. Nothing to do but eat going down the road.

I loaded up with Apples,oranges,bananas etc. We invested in an air popcorn popper. I have a microwave and crock pot.
I make dough in my bread machine at home, for calazones, bierox,indian tacos, etc.
Heat and warm in the microwave.

When the microwave croaks, if we can't find another one with dials, I'll have to get a stove to go, seen at all truck stops.

I carry fresh romaine lettuce and all the makings for a salad in our little refridge:


We carry potatoes for a baked potato, or potato soup. We buy a roast to cook going down the road, sometimes I cook fresh spaghetti.

This is our wonderful table we are blessed with. (only Volvo's have a table.)

Believe it or not.. I really love this life.