I'm in full fledge purge mode (again). This weekend I cleaned out every drawer in my kitchen-the pesky junk drawer included. I gave Goodwill more Pampered Chef gadgets than you can shake a wooden spoon at(sorry MOM). I'm living life under a new personal mantra, slogan, motto whatever you call it. If I don't love it and if it isn't going to be loved by future generations it's out. So with that said, if I got somethin' you want you better tell me now. I can put a piece of masking tape with your name printed on it and you can have it when I'm gone-maybe sooner (PS I'm not planning on going anywhere). Speak now else ya run the risk of, "it," showing up in the donation pile or collecting points in the recycling bin (if it's recyclable and weighty!). But here's the point... when my kids/grandkids/friends clean out my house they won't have to lug box upon box of, "saved treasures," out the door. In my mind that's both good news (no saved paper clippings and baby teeth) and bad news (no masters hats) all rolled into one. See the knuckle heads (Nooncy and Hubby) found their perfect treasure from their Grandpa Hubert. They remember these hats as his staple headgear any time he hit the links. Not a club was swung without a bottle of warm water and a masters hat. This, plus fond memories of Grandpa hitting the ball off two-breast-like-hills or , "hitting it off the boobs," equals the need to have these cherished family heirlooms. So think about it. What will you be remembered for?
Oh and speaking of family. Calling all of the Cholick fam-dam: check out our official reunion blog!