The bad news is that I haven't come across the notebook yet. But I can't see moving a bunch of paperwork to look for it and not actually sorting the paperwork.
The good news is that I've been sorting through 18 years of paperwork and getting rid of stuff. That's worth a "Woot! Woot!" all on it's own. Add to the fact that I also found the receipt for a shower surround that we bought in February 2002 and never installed, because it wouldn't fit around the window in the shower, and I'm doing great! I called the store we bought it from, and because it's still in the system as being for sale (albeit at a clearance price), we can return it for a full refund of the $149 plus tax that we paid for it 8 years ago! It will go in with the rest of the found money. Woot! Woot!
I am in a silly, goofy, happy mood today. I've been dancing around Woot! Woot!ing for awhile now. You know the dance...with your hands in the air doing circles with your vertically outstretched arms. Yep. I'm in a great mood today.
I've been diligently purging paperwork from the last 18 years, and I can't believe I'm actually getting rid of this stuff I hung onto for all those years! A lot of it was medical receipts or insurance claims on doctors visits for the girls. But I realized I don't really need to know each time they had an ear ache or a stomach bug. I am hanging onto the important paperwork having to do with surgeries, though. Out of a box full of paperwork, I saved less than a dozen papers. I'm pretty proud of myself. Woot! Woot!
I have to admit I about died laughing when I looked at one particular receipt from the doctor's office dated in October of 2000. The receipts from this particular pediatrician's office always listed a reason that the child was being seen. The only thing I can think of is that whomever filled out the 'reason' box on the paperwork was listening to me on the phone and someone in the office at the same time. The reason she listed that our youngest daughter needed to be seen: "GLUE HEARD".
I have NO idea what that was supposed to mean, and I know that I would not have said I heard glue in our daughter. This appointment was long past the days of her severe breathing issues where she was hospitalized repeatedly for asthma and pneumonia. I don't know. Maybe I'd said that it looked like she had glue draining from her ears, since she's had such a horrible time with ear infections. She's actually on her 8th set of tubes for her little ears! I have no idea. But it was sure fun trying to figure it out.
I debated keeping the piece of paper, because I find it hysterical. But realistically, I'll likely never look at it again. Plus, I wrote about it. If I want to laugh about it at some later date, I've got this post to look at.
Also found out a very good friend's daughter had a baby girl today! That was awesome goodness! Worth a Woot! Woot! for sure!
Yep. Today's been a great day!
Say it with me now...
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.