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Pursuing my goal of taking 6 things out of my house every single day.</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheJunkPyramid" type="application/rss+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-5534231488340667207</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T14:38:57.172-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pyramid tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Declutter Your Halloween Candy</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s1600-h/PyramidTips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s320/PyramidTips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528945640720722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hate to create posts that are basically a link to other posts, but I'm going to do that because &lt;a href="http://www.coolmompicks.com/2009/11/donating_extra_halloween_candy.php"&gt;Cool Mom Picks has a great post up about donating your extra Halloween candy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would send mine off today, but I'm just not ready to part with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edited to Add:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://consumerist.com/5395312/how-will-you-get-rid-of-leftover-halloween-candy"&gt;Consumerist has another great tip of what to do with your pounds of candy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-5534231488340667207?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/11/declutter-your-halloween-candy.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s72-c/PyramidTips.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-6108017053696446545</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Oct 2009 00:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-28T21:08:16.456-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><title>More Momentous Than it Looks</title><description>There are two cabinets in my house that every single time I open them, I have to unhinge the child locks on them. You may have noticed that my youngest child is four and a half. And also, all my kids are better at opening the locks than I am, due to their small, nimble fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pried the locks off of the cabinets and threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpWPLkHRI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/0yV1isdHfkA/s1600-h/IMG_8977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpWPLkHRI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/0yV1isdHfkA/s320/IMG_8977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397820721644969234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I started thinking about all the little outlet covers that were still littered all over my house and so I went around and pried all of them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpV_TeXKI/AAAAAAAAFZI/Yu3U88EZ-IY/s1600-h/IMG_9061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpV_TeXKI/AAAAAAAAFZI/Yu3U88EZ-IY/s320/IMG_9061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397820717383179426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this next photo because if you look really closely, you can see the little rings around the outlet that have been covered for, literally, the past five years. This is a kitchen outlet near the stove, and evidently I haven't been cleaning the grease off of it. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpVSOy5rI/AAAAAAAAFZA/kBhDZMXeG00/s1600-h/IMG_9060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpVSOy5rI/AAAAAAAAFZA/kBhDZMXeG00/s320/IMG_9060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397820705283958450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ten items represent the last of the child proofing that had been in my house. I'm now a totally child lock-free house. Yippee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-6108017053696446545?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-momentous-than-it-looks.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SujpWPLkHRI/AAAAAAAAFZQ/0yV1isdHfkA/s72-c/IMG_8977.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-3246424070599318537</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 04:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-15T00:19:15.049-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clothing</category><title>Clothing Purge</title><description>Through regular seasonal changing out of my kids' clothes and some purges from my and Alex's closets, we've managed to put together a pretty good haul of clothing to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are outgrown summer clothes (and an old backpack) that I purged over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahBY2PoTI/AAAAAAAAFN4/LqLE5tzQsU0/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahBY2PoTI/AAAAAAAAFN4/LqLE5tzQsU0/s320/IMG_5064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392674649044656434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a big ol' pile of clothes that Alex got rid of. I added a bunch that didn't make it into the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahA3AlXKI/AAAAAAAAFNw/s1w5zHlidy8/s1600-h/IMG_5327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahA3AlXKI/AAAAAAAAFNw/s1w5zHlidy8/s320/IMG_5327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392674639961218210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most recent bunch, which I got rid of last week when I packed my kids' summer clothes away for the winter. These are clothes that my kids have outgrown or that one of them (*cough*Quinn*cough*) refuses to wear. I'm a little sad because a few of these are some of my favorites. I hope that someone else will get some good use out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahAiWVPaI/AAAAAAAAFNo/UTS5WYoPeAI/s1600-h/IMG_8478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahAiWVPaI/AAAAAAAAFNo/UTS5WYoPeAI/s320/IMG_8478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392674634415291810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing 40 items or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-3246424070599318537?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/10/clothing-purge.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/StahBY2PoTI/AAAAAAAAFN4/LqLE5tzQsU0/s72-c/IMG_5064.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-7545628905778248786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-04T21:35:38.441-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kitchen</category><title>The Fridge and Visual Clutter</title><description>One of the things that can make a room—in this case, the kitchen—look cluttered is a whole lot of tiny things on the walls. Or, alternately, on the fridge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJrwSY1_I/AAAAAAAAFKc/ukYp57pNYTQ/s1600-h/IMG_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJrwSY1_I/AAAAAAAAFKc/ukYp57pNYTQ/s320/IMG_8432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388919445170739186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of that was right there at eye level in a place that I walk by dozens of times a day, and very little of it actually gets used. So I purged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless a magnet had strong sentimental value or important information, I got rid of it. I replaced the large, mismatched flat magnets with cute, matching round magnets.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also consolidated what I left on the fridge in one area, so as to leave large expanses of empty space to diminish visual clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJrQ92FnI/AAAAAAAAFKU/XfVyCzFTqWc/s1600-h/IMG_8434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJrQ92FnI/AAAAAAAAFKU/XfVyCzFTqWc/s320/IMG_8434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388919436763076210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rid of ten magnets and a list of house rules that has been entirely ignored by my family. Even though I made them all sign it. They did find time to graffiti on it, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJq3_Cp8I/AAAAAAAAFKM/i2KDLEMZPWA/s1600-h/IMG_8436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJq3_Cp8I/AAAAAAAAFKM/i2KDLEMZPWA/s320/IMG_8436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388919430057207746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items discarded: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* I got these magnets as a freebie at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://whrrl.com/experience/story/18498977?sharer=17858479"&gt;an Office Max fundraiser for teachers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I attended at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.twofermom.com"&gt;Janine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'s house. Also, if you know a teacher who could use an Office Max gift card to buy school supplies with, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.twofermom.com/twofer-reviews/2009/9/21/giveaway-help-a-teacher-supply-the-classroom-with-office-max.html"&gt;go by and enter Janine's contest by nominating him or her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did bring in 17,000 rubber bands too, in the form of three rubber band balls that I dropped in the street right outside Janine's house and had to chase down the sidewalk, but I'm not subtracting them from the count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslKgbxhf3I/AAAAAAAAFKk/5VGvJ72nc10/s1600-h/officemax.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslKgbxhf3I/AAAAAAAAFKk/5VGvJ72nc10/s320/officemax.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388920350197251954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-7545628905778248786?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/10/fridge-and-visual-clutter.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SslJrwSY1_I/AAAAAAAAFKc/ukYp57pNYTQ/s72-c/IMG_8432.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2436846821956317955</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 01:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T22:12:09.653-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>The Playroom, Part One Million and Six</title><description>I know &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/emptying-playroom-one-deep-clean-at.html"&gt;I just posted about the deep cleaning of the playroom&lt;/a&gt; I did over the summer, but I want to show you why you can't just make one sweep through a room and assume that you're done decluttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rid of a good number of toys and detritus last time I went through the room, but less than two months later, look at all the stuff I managed to pull out of there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpkaRxzcI/AAAAAAAAFHo/nxvGHfNFgeU/s1600-h/IMG_8398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpkaRxzcI/AAAAAAAAFHo/nxvGHfNFgeU/s320/IMG_8398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386702703561919938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took this photo on my kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;The black crock with the whisk is not being decluttered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling this 17 items, most of which had to be thrown away, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was left with a playroom pretty much stripped of anything extraneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpj0ZJDAI/AAAAAAAAFHg/SUmoZ_jNloo/s1600-h/IMG_8386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpj0ZJDAI/AAAAAAAAFHg/SUmoZ_jNloo/s320/IMG_8386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386702693392256002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit. There's a can of paint up there on the top of the shelf. That definitely counts as clutter that needs to be gotten rid of. Also, this room used to be Quinn's, hence his name on the door. I haven't yet remembered to move his letters to Team Stimey Jr.'s door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next photo is of Lego Land. Jack pretty much lives in that corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpjQLihTI/AAAAAAAAFHY/5_A2I-yej78/s1600-h/IMG_8387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpjQLihTI/AAAAAAAAFHY/5_A2I-yej78/s320/IMG_8387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386702683671528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, I am aware that overly decorated walls can contribute to a feeling of clutter, but I think it works in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a lot of cute art and nowhere else to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpjJ6MdhI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/nXg_0aynqrw/s1600-h/IMG_8388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpjJ6MdhI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/nXg_0aynqrw/s320/IMG_8388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386702681988167186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above photo is obviously the train table, at which my children rarely play anymore. That 5'x3'x2' area probably represents a thousand dollars worth of train paraphernalia collected over the past eight years. Anyone wanna give me a thousand dollars for some trains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items discarded: 17&lt;br /&gt;Total rooms completely awesomely clean: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2436846821956317955?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/playroom-part-one-million-and-six.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SsFpkaRxzcI/AAAAAAAAFHo/nxvGHfNFgeU/s72-c/IMG_8398.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-3453729455422633104</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2009 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T16:15:30.512-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">give to friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">update</category><title>A Couple of Randoms...</title><description>I was going through my Junk Pyramid photo file and found a couple of things that I got rid of this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a puzzle. I bought an 8-pack of puzzles this summer for &lt;strike&gt;my kids and&lt;/strike&gt; I to do &lt;strike&gt;together&lt;/strike&gt;. And, yes, there were eight puzzles in the box, but only seven of them were unique. Unfortunately, the eighth puzzle was a duplicate of the Jack Sparrow puzzle we'd done first. So that is getting donated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sr_Fzdt1-7I/AAAAAAAAFGg/xGvCtt0WJSg/s1600-h/IMG_7744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sr_Fzdt1-7I/AAAAAAAAFGg/xGvCtt0WJSg/s320/IMG_7744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386241167299312562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our second item, we have a booster seat. About a year ago a neighbor asked if we had a need for a booster seat they were giving away and I said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" because who doesn't have a need for an extra booster seat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sat in my garage for months until &lt;a href="http://pennypossibilities.blogspot.com/"&gt;a friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; called in a panic to tell me that she couldn't come over to play and deliver &lt;a href="http://stimeyland.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-hello-to-my-leetle-friends.html"&gt;her gerbils for pet sitting&lt;/a&gt; because her husband had driven off with her daughter's booster seat. Plus, he was going to have to come home early anyway to give her the seat because she had an appointment she couldn't miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, I finally found a use for that extra booster seat. I drove it over to her house and traded it for a terrarium of gerbils, and told her that under no circumstances would I be accepting it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sr_FyxecGpI/AAAAAAAAFGY/cAxZko8FYNc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sr_FyxecGpI/AAAAAAAAFGY/cAxZko8FYNc/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386241155423541906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update to my &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-adventures-in-ink-recycling.html"&gt;ink recycling post&lt;/a&gt;: There were several of you (or two, but still) who opined that my used ink cartridges should count as items. Therefore, I will count the six ink cartridges I recycled the other day, and the one that I took in on Friday. Hooray! Seven more items on the count!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-3453729455422633104?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/couple-of-randoms.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sr_Fzdt1-7I/AAAAAAAAFGg/xGvCtt0WJSg/s72-c/IMG_7744.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2567911376908459361</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T10:41:00.501-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Jeez. How Many Shoes Do My Kids Have?</title><description>I was going through my backlog of photos of decluttering I did over the summer and found some more shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrrctVmH8JI/AAAAAAAAFDk/trXH7kgKuew/s1600-h/IMG_7986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrrctVmH8JI/AAAAAAAAFDk/trXH7kgKuew/s320/IMG_7986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384858975924121746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how my kids have this many shoes. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; don't have that many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also decluttered my snack cabinet at the same time that I threw out those shoes. I don't have a before photo, but I love my after photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Srrcs8E8T_I/AAAAAAAAFDc/1fmoCjsB-rU/s1600-h/IMG_7983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Srrcs8E8T_I/AAAAAAAAFDc/1fmoCjsB-rU/s320/IMG_7983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384858969074061298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got rid of some undesired and/or expired food from that cabinet. Also, one piece of a plastic container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means 3 items, including the shoes. Now, three items isn't a lot, but look at that snack cabinet. Having a cabinet like that makes a huge difference in how I relate to my snacks. I feel like my life is so much easier with a neat snack cabinet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2567911376908459361?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeez-how-many-shoes-do-my-kids-have.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrrctVmH8JI/AAAAAAAAFDk/trXH7kgKuew/s72-c/IMG_7986.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-5231637783594725375</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-23T07:49:00.445-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">office supplies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><title>More Adventures in Ink Recycling</title><description>I was headed to Staples today to buy some printer ink, so I gathered up all my used up ink cartridges that have been taking up space on my desk to take them in to recycle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrljNLQPT3I/AAAAAAAAFC8/dARfWRBjjm4/s1600-h/IMG_8276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrljNLQPT3I/AAAAAAAAFC8/dARfWRBjjm4/s320/IMG_8276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384443907508490098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! I got rid of exactly six items today!* Although I wish I'd remembered to take the cartridge that had just run out of ink in my printer that necessitated the whole trip in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/02/printer-ink-recycling.html"&gt;Last time I recycled ink&lt;/a&gt;, I was unclear about the way you get money back. It turns out that you don't get money immediately, but that it goes on your Staples card and you get it at the end of the month or year or whenever it is that they (claim to) send you money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's better than throwing old cartridges in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Dammit. I just noticed that on my last post about ink, I said that these don't count as items because they are consumables. Stupid Past Stimey. I hate her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-5231637783594725375?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-adventures-in-ink-recycling.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrljNLQPT3I/AAAAAAAAFC8/dARfWRBjjm4/s72-c/IMG_8276.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-4328483158505762358</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-22T11:23:00.153-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pyramid tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">give to friend</category><title>Pulling a Stimey</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s1600-h/PyramidTips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s320/PyramidTips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528945640720722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since I started this whole Junk Pyramid enterprise I have been the queen of foisting things onto my friends. If you're in my house and you mention you like something, chances are pretty good that you will walk out of there holding it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thriftstoremama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Thrift Store Mama&lt;/a&gt; (I'm pretty sure it was her) coined the term "pulling a Stimey" at some point, the definition being that you force visitors to your home to take your clutter home with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it is a very effective way of decluttering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I was at a kids' birthday party and one of the moms told the host mom that she liked the CD that was playing. "Take it," the host mom replied, "you can have it." She later told me that her philosophy is that if someone likes something more than you do, they should have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that. And I KNOW that there is someone out there who likes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; CD more than I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrhDfqcn7CI/AAAAAAAAFC0/i8LJzOKOCwo/s1600-h/IMG_7971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrhDfqcn7CI/AAAAAAAAFC0/i8LJzOKOCwo/s320/IMG_7971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384127565770779682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in May we Pulled a Stimey with one of these horrible CDs, but somehow another one snuck into our house. So the other day when Jack's friend was over, I asked her if she'd like to take it home with her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Hint: Pulling a Stimey goes even better if there is no other parent around.)&lt;/span&gt; Of course she did. And she happened to want the little Happy Meal toy I was getting rid of too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Pulled a Stimey not long after BlogHer as well. I was babysitting for &lt;a href="http://pennypossibilities.blogspot.com/"&gt;a friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; and while she was gone, I put together her own little swag bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrhDfOUNM6I/AAAAAAAAFCs/FxcwwDVX0yw/s1600-h/IMG_5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrhDfOUNM6I/AAAAAAAAFCs/FxcwwDVX0yw/s320/IMG_5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384127558219281314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also gave her some Stimeyland pens and put the whole thing in a resuable bag that I came home from BlogHer with. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Hint: Putting items in a bag is an effective way to give your friends more than they want to take because they don't see everything until they get home and it is too late.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about Pulling Stimeys is going to other people's homes and seeing our old stuff there being loved and played with. Definitely a great way to recycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-4328483158505762358?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/pulling-stimey.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s72-c/PyramidTips.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-805817819841579842</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T10:01:00.156-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clothing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>And Now For the Bedroom Deep Clean</title><description>After tackling the &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/emptying-playroom-one-deep-clean-at.html"&gt;playroom&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/basement-deep-clean.html"&gt;basement&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://stimeyland.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-kids-room.html"&gt;I deep-cleaned my kids' room at the beginning of this month&lt;/a&gt;. I do this on a regular basis, but this time I was ruthless. If it hadn't been played with for a while, consistently makes a mess, or just flat out bothers me, I got rid of pretty much everything that wasn't a book or an article of clean, fitting, wearable clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see here are some of those books and toys that didn't make the cut. Like those already filled in activity books in the front right. Why on earth would I keep those? I'm a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNstNORXI/AAAAAAAAFCc/gXPo9pX6Umk/s1600-h/IMG_7962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNstNORXI/AAAAAAAAFCc/gXPo9pX6Umk/s320/IMG_7962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364728780113266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found some pads of paper and activity books that my kids never, ever look at. I'm donating them in hopes that someone else will want to use them. In the back are a bunch of dry erase books and sheets for teaching letters. Now that I think about it, I might donate this stuff to my preschool if they want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNkP2biyI/AAAAAAAAFCU/AcDbbGnVXb8/s1600-h/IMG_7949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNkP2biyI/AAAAAAAAFCU/AcDbbGnVXb8/s320/IMG_7949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364583460932386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is a belt that is too little for my kids. I also got rid of a ton of unmatched socks and stained white t-shirts. Plus some Spongebob underpants that Quinn finds too scary to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNjg1wJOI/AAAAAAAAFCM/_PTJ6hbgBCo/s1600-h/IMG_7952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNjg1wJOI/AAAAAAAAFCM/_PTJ6hbgBCo/s320/IMG_7952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364570841621730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pajama shelf was next. My kids often don't wear pajamas, so one or two pairs apiece is plenty for them. What you see here is six sets of PJs and four pajama pants that are too small or that my kids refuse to wear anymore. You also see a stuffed Christmas tree I bought in 2002 and am sick to death of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNjE6sosI/AAAAAAAAFCE/BafwVUMAsBA/s1600-h/IMG_7953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNjE6sosI/AAAAAAAAFCE/BafwVUMAsBA/s320/IMG_7953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364563346170562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up are t-shirts that all my kids have grown out of. Also some shirts that I ironed designs on myself but that were mysteriously ruined by one trip through someone else's washing machine over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNi3rZMzI/AAAAAAAAFB8/WxfXHu2t_LU/s1600-h/IMG_7959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNi3rZMzI/AAAAAAAAFB8/WxfXHu2t_LU/s320/IMG_7959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364559792321330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last photo is of some stuffed animals that get in the way a lot and some Build-A-Bear accessories that are usually shoved into the back of a shelf. You'll also see a LOT of tiny notebooks. I tend to get these for birthday party goody bags and Christmas stockings. But my kids will never be able to work their way through our tiny notebook backlog, so hopefully whoever they get donated to will be able to find a use for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNiaJqraI/AAAAAAAAFB0/cXarl3AhvKg/s1600-h/IMG_7961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNiaJqraI/AAAAAAAAFB0/cXarl3AhvKg/s320/IMG_7961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364551866232226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. Not bad for a couple hours worth of work, eh? After looking at the photos, I count roughly 83 items.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-805817819841579842?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-now-for-bedroom-deep-clean.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWNstNORXI/AAAAAAAAFCc/gXPo9pX6Umk/s72-c/IMG_7962.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2537984812976855049</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-20T09:53:00.308-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>The Basement Deep Clean</title><description>You saw &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/emptying-playroom-one-deep-clean-at.html"&gt;what happened in my kids' playroom the last time I deep cleaned it&lt;/a&gt;, now you can see what I took out of my basement. My basement functions as a large playspace and playroom and it often gets out of control. I don't bother to clean it often because I don't go down there very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back I rearranged my bookshelves, straightened up the books, and rearranged the toy shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequently I found a lot of books, toys, and dress up clothes that I didn't want to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I didn't take photos of all the stuff spread out, so the only photos I have are the following: the first is my donation pile and the second is my trash bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWLVTupGzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/g-sMtQNc2lw/s1600-h/IMG_5626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWLVTupGzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/g-sMtQNc2lw/s320/IMG_5626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362127780715314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWLU4fAraI/AAAAAAAAFBk/Z6wY8m_4hXg/s1600-h/IMG_5627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWLU4fAraI/AAAAAAAAFBk/Z6wY8m_4hXg/s320/IMG_5627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383362120467393954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was altogether a very satisfying endeavor. Because I have no idea how many things I got rid of, I'm just going to give a low estimate of 30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2537984812976855049?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/basement-deep-clean.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrWLVTupGzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/g-sMtQNc2lw/s72-c/IMG_5626.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-6956593853245864859</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 12:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T08:46:00.588-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>Emptying the Playroom, One Deep Clean at a Time</title><description>Every couple of months I do a thorough cleaning of my kids' room and their playroom. I put everything on the correct shelf, I deep clean, and I purge. The last time I did this to the playroom was mid-summer. In fact, it is due for another deep clean in the next week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought this is old news by now, I thought I would share with you all the stuff that I purged last time I was in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got rid of my kids' bristle blocks that they don't play with anymore and I got rid of that big ol' box of stuff on the left there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZPQ-W9uI/AAAAAAAAE_U/1vidaKHN9BM/s1600-h/IMG_5089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZPQ-W9uI/AAAAAAAAE_U/1vidaKHN9BM/s320/IMG_5089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382603360938948322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what all was in there. But it was a good haul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next photo is of all the trash and recycling that accumulated in that room in a couple of months. This is why I have to deep clean so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZO8SAQUI/AAAAAAAAE_M/FHe0UXaOqXE/s1600-h/IMG_5090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZO8SAQUI/AAAAAAAAE_M/FHe0UXaOqXE/s320/IMG_5090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382603355384201538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of this particular purge is that I finally got rid of all the little decorative train track pieces that are adorable but that my kids never use. They like tracks. And trains. And that's about it. (And, frankly, it may be time to pack up the train table before too long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZOYCkH1I/AAAAAAAAE_E/flbDqsFpDNg/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZOYCkH1I/AAAAAAAAE_E/flbDqsFpDNg/s320/IMG_5095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382603345655766866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting the bristle blocks as one item, I'm going to (under)guesstimate ten items in the box, and I'll say that I got rid of 12 groups of train toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items: 23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-6956593853245864859?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/emptying-playroom-one-deep-clean-at.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrLZPQ-W9uI/AAAAAAAAE_U/1vidaKHN9BM/s72-c/IMG_5089.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2369659253431518925</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T09:53:00.467-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crafts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><title>Useful, But Never Used</title><description>A couple of weeks ago, I got rid of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrFs1SeNlcI/AAAAAAAAE90/XI8uBgmmrKY/s1600-h/IMG_7987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrFs1SeNlcI/AAAAAAAAE90/XI8uBgmmrKY/s320/IMG_7987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382202692431877570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let's just try to pretend that the table in the background &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; the most cluttered table on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fantastic roll of newsprint seems like a silly thing to give away what with all the possibilities it holds. You might think I shouldn't have put it in the recycling bin. But what if I told you that this particular roll of newsprint is older than both Jack and Quinn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about this roll of paper. Back when I lived in Alaska for a year, starting when Sam was 10 months old, I used to go to the gym every single weekday morning. And the lady that ran the daycare there told me that the Fairbanks paper had all kinds of extra ends of newsprint rolls that they got rid of, but that you could just go pick them up and use them for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great idea, I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tromped over to the newspaper office one day and dragged Sam out of the car. He was all ensconced in a giant blue snowsuit, it being 20 degrees below zero. We went into the office and were confronted with a busy room and no obvious front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daycare lady had told me that the production room was down a hall that started to the right of the entry room and that the rolls of paper were just inside the door on the left. So I walked in like I knew what I was doing, wandered down the hall (puffy blue toddler in arms), and found the production room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I located the end rolls and picked the one that still had the most paper on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Sam wasn't walking very well yet in those days, especially if encumbered by a large blue snowsuit. So I put him in one arm and the (very heavy) roll in the other arm and walked right back out of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one said a word to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wonder about that. It's not like I looked like I belonged. And it's not like I was wandering around in the lobby. I was deep in the bowels of the production plant. You know, with a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. We used the paper roll a couple times and then had it moved from Fairbanks, Alaska, to Maryland. Think on that for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were in Maryland, we used it a couple more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's huge too, so it's hard to find a place for it, so we would forget about it all the time until it got in our way and then we would curse at it. I think the cats may have used it for a scratching post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy that it's gone. At least I got a funny story out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good lesson. Sometimes something that is super useful and a great idea just doesn't work for your family. And that's okay. In retrospect, I wish I'd Freecycled it instead, but I'm just glad that I have my two cubic feet back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items: 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2369659253431518925?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/useful-but-never-used.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SrFs1SeNlcI/AAAAAAAAE90/XI8uBgmmrKY/s72-c/IMG_7987.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-123507351118138346</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-17T11:15:00.609-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pyramid tips</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tips</category><title>Shoe Recycling</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s1600-h/PyramidTips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s320/PyramidTips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528945640720722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I posted about giving away six pairs of shoes. Today I'm going to tell you about some good ideas for things to do with those shoes. Credit for these ideas goes largely to &lt;a href="http://mylife-whirlwind.blogspot.com/"&gt;Whirlwind&lt;/a&gt;, who feeds me so many great decluttering resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always donate shoes to local organizations and thrift shops. But there are so many places to recycle shoes where they will be reused for good purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://company.crocs.com/"&gt;Crocs&lt;/a&gt; company has an organization called &lt;a href="http://company.crocs.com/community/support-donations/"&gt;Crocs Cares&lt;/a&gt; (formerly SolesUnited) which donates Crocs around the world. Their website says they are undergoing some changes, so it is not clear if they will continue to accept donations of used Crocs. I am currently waiting to hear back from them about this and will let you know here as soon as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soles4souls.org"&gt;Soles4Souls&lt;/a&gt; is an organization that takes donated shoes and gives them to people who need them all across the world. They accept any kind of shoes from dress shoes and sneakers to dance shoes and flip flops as long as they are new or gently used. They will even accept a solitary shoe without a mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They consider "gently used" to mean that you would still wear them: no holes in the soles, with shoelaces, reasonably clean. Any shoes they receive that don't make the cut get recycled, however, so send along any you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soles4souls.org/about/shipping.html"&gt;Soles4Souls has three locations to which you can ship or drop off your old shoes.&lt;/a&gt; You might also be able to &lt;a href="http://www.soles4souls.org/about/locations.cgi"&gt;locate a local place that collects shoes for Soles4Souls by entering your zip code on their website&lt;/a&gt;. The last place I bought shoes for Quinn had a donation box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your sneakers are too worn out to be used by another person, consider sending them to &lt;a href="http://www.nikereuseashoe.com/"&gt;Nike's Reuse a Shoe&lt;/a&gt; program. (They accept all brands.) They take old sneakers and grind them up into materials to create sports tracks, playgrounds, courts, and more. Get the address for where to send your shoes or learn how to set up a shoe drive on the &lt;a href="http://www.nikereuseashoe.com/get-involved/individual-shoe-recycling"&gt;Reuse a Shoe website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have tips for recycling, reusing, or donating shoes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-123507351118138346?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoe-recycling.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SaghdKAEyVI/AAAAAAAADmg/fGyhV5zHXMU/s72-c/PyramidTips.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-7170065245953961712</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 15:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T11:02:00.370-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoes</category><title>Sneakers, Boots, and Crocs, Oh My!</title><description>I think I've said this before, but every single time I look through my kids' shoes, I find at least one pair to get rid of. This summer, I've found five pairs to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were Sam's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5bl9xJ5MI/AAAAAAAAE7k/7msQTMsUh98/s1600-h/IMG_5322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5bl9xJ5MI/AAAAAAAAE7k/7msQTMsUh98/s320/IMG_5322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339312548340930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were given to me as hand-me-downs for Quinn, not two weeks ago. And then I found out that &lt;a href="http://stimeyland.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-we-went-to-see-doctor-today.html"&gt;he needs fancy shoes&lt;/a&gt; (meaning "actually fit and support his feet") with arch supports. So these are getting passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5bldKwlFI/AAAAAAAAE7c/sqSO3HlwSjQ/s1600-h/IMG_8184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5bldKwlFI/AAAAAAAAE7c/sqSO3HlwSjQ/s320/IMG_8184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339303797363794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last are Quinn's beloved Crocs that he wore for two years, in all seasons. They also had a brief career as first and second base in impromptu baseball games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5blElCxrI/AAAAAAAAE7U/NcYZSWUVbtw/s1600-h/IMG_5321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5blElCxrI/AAAAAAAAE7U/NcYZSWUVbtw/s320/IMG_5321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381339297196721842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also donated a pair of shoes at the shoe store where we got Quinn's new shoes. Tomorrow I'll have some information on different ways to recycle and donate shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items to be donated: 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-7170065245953961712?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/sneakers-boots-and-crocs-oh-my.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq5bl9xJ5MI/AAAAAAAAE7k/7msQTMsUh98/s72-c/IMG_5322.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-1351215446033366101</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 13:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T09:51:00.175-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">outdoor</category><title>Sand and Summer Toys, So Long!</title><description>Oh, I wish I'd remembered to take a before photo of my back porch. We have a sand table on the back deck and something like seven billion filthy little toys that our kids never touch. Yesterday it finally got to me and I snapped. I dragged Quinn outside, turned on the hose, and started spraying and sorting everything I could find. (Including Quinn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may give you an idea of what the deck was like before, if you mentally contrast the next two photos. The first one is the clean "after" photo of one side of the deck. The second one is the "after sorting" photo of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; side of the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZLbHLIAI/AAAAAAAAE70/lpLDR8Fyt5Y/s1600-h/IMG_8242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZLbHLIAI/AAAAAAAAE70/lpLDR8Fyt5Y/s320/IMG_8242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381477395033956354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZK4L-zDI/AAAAAAAAE7s/SRbSggF1GS0/s1600-h/IMG_8244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZK4L-zDI/AAAAAAAAE7s/SRbSggF1GS0/s320/IMG_8244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381477385658879026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all those toys in that second photo scattered all over the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also a good time to get rid of two giant objects that have been uglifying my yard all summer: a broken picnic table umbrella and a wading pool with a missing drain piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z1gsjXEI/AAAAAAAAE8c/RAypGtmKF1s/s1600-h/IMG_8241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z1gsjXEI/AAAAAAAAE8c/RAypGtmKF1s/s320/IMG_8241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478118087416898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo of everything that wasn't salvageable enough to keep or donate. Many of these toys are broken, some are missing pieces, and some were just too dirty for anyone to ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z05hg2pI/AAAAAAAAE8U/KJsFIuoBD3w/s1600-h/IMG_8245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z05hg2pI/AAAAAAAAE8U/KJsFIuoBD3w/s320/IMG_8245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478107572132498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also a couple things up there that we wrecked by leaving them outside: a broom and a tablecloth. There is also a giant knucklebone that I bought for the dog, but that just caused problems because she couldn't figure out how to chew on it, but she attacked our cats if they entered the same room as it. You should have seen her sad little face when I threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next photo are the toys that made the cut for donation. Quinn looked at this table and said, "We need to have a yard sale."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z0vJDG4I/AAAAAAAAE8M/aMEVbYCpAdo/s1600-h/IMG_8246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z0vJDG4I/AAAAAAAAE8M/aMEVbYCpAdo/s320/IMG_8246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478104785165186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of trucks, plastic yard tools, boats, shells, sand molds, and the plastic farm animals that I thought it would be so much fun to create hills, valleys, and sand dunes for. There is also a small orange bucket in the photo that I later reclaimed for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following two photos show everything I kept. In the first photo is my bin with some shovels, a couple of sprinklers, a couple of buckets, some bats, and some water toys and a pretend fishing pole. Oh, also a snow disc. (Yes, that was in my yard all summer long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z0Bm-dFI/AAAAAAAAE8E/CYQ0yXZPGPA/s1600-h/IMG_8251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7Z0Bm-dFI/AAAAAAAAE8E/CYQ0yXZPGPA/s320/IMG_8251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478092562658386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also kept these items in the sand table. All my kids really do is dig and pour sand on each other anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZzqRFNWI/AAAAAAAAE78/C0UJZ2WggA4/s1600-h/IMG_8252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZzqRFNWI/AAAAAAAAE78/C0UJZ2WggA4/s320/IMG_8252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381478086296810850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can even tell you how good it feels to have that taken care of. In the past, when I've packed away summer toys, I've refused to get rid of so much—those cute boats that never get sailed, the adorable plastic animals that sit at the bottom of the box all summer, the eleventy billion tiny trucks—because I convinced myself that they're good toys and someone might want to play with them one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been years, and they don't play with them. And if, next summer, someone decides they badly need a plastic truck that we don't have, I'll spend the dollar then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really rough guesstimate based on my trying to count objects in the photos, but I think I got rid of 95 items yesterday. It was well worth the one to two hours it took me to do the cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-1351215446033366101?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/sand-and-summer-toys-so-long.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sq7ZLbHLIAI/AAAAAAAAE70/lpLDR8Fyt5Y/s72-c/IMG_8242.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2052400565949512232</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T11:01:03.557-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FAQ</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">update</category><title>The Junk Pyramid is Back!</title><description>Well, hello there! How was your summer? I hope you were busy. Or not. Whatever floats your boat. What I do hope is that you have been decluttering, or at least not acquiring things. I've been doing both, even though you haven't seen it here. I know! Living and decluttering without blogging about it! Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when I remembered to, I took photos and took notes. You'll be seeing those in the upcoming days. You'll also be seeing tips, resources, and more. And there were a couple of you who asked &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/search/label/Dear%20Stimey"&gt;Dear Stimey&lt;/a&gt; questions, you know, like a year ago. I'll be getting to those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may notice a change over there in the sidebar. I've changed The Count to only hold the total number of things that I've gotten rid of rather than the number of days, total items, and the goal number based on six items a day. It's gotten too complicated to keep count of the days, and I've always been ahead of my goal anyway (until now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with decluttering tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2052400565949512232?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/09/junk-pyramid-is-back.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-9143978467577055229</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Jun 2009 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-25T08:17:37.429-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">update</category><title>Tap, Tap... Is This Thing On?</title><description>So, um. You may have noticed, but The Junk Pyramid is on a little bit of a hiatus. I'll be back though. I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep decluttering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-9143978467577055229?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/06/tap-tap-is-this-thing-on.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-1882677862801111787</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 19:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T15:54:39.509-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clothing</category><title>More Seasonal Switching Out</title><description>It seems like there are so many places in the house that have to be switched out when the seasons change. Recently &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-seasons-change-so-must-closet.html"&gt;I traded hats and gloves for sunscreens and bug repellent&lt;/a&gt;. Now I'm trading my kids' sweaters and long pants for shorts and t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about knowing that you are done having kids is that every time you make this switch, you get to get rid of outgrown clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sfyjkkcf-cI/AAAAAAAAD9k/hNBmvFHv9lE/s1600-h/IMG_2354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sfyjkkcf-cI/AAAAAAAAD9k/hNBmvFHv9lE/s320/IMG_2354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331315907553655234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to put seven sets of pajamas in my donation box, along with eight shirts and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabulous thing is that each of my kids has enough summer clothing to at least get them started this season without me buying anything, so I get to get rid of 15 items, without adding a single one. Yay, me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-1882677862801111787?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-seasonal-switching-out.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sfyjkkcf-cI/AAAAAAAAD9k/hNBmvFHv9lE/s72-c/IMG_2354.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-1037088927085179820</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Apr 2009 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-29T21:11:46.851-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freecycle</category><title>Yep. That's Me Giving Away Syringes on Freecycle.</title><description>When my cat had her recent &lt;a href="http://stimeyland.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-you-know.html"&gt;Expensive Dental Surgery&lt;/a&gt;, the vet gave me her pain medication already measured out in tiny little syringes. After hunting her down eight times and squirting it down her throat, I had eight tiny empty syringes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sfj5XOb1ZVI/AAAAAAAAD80/WqeaZ1XKybc/s1600-h/IMG_2356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sfj5XOb1ZVI/AAAAAAAAD80/WqeaZ1XKybc/s320/IMG_2356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330284336400131410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having previously decided to &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2008/04/syringe-hoarding.html"&gt;stop hoarding used syringes&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to get rid of them. Especially considering their capacity was 1.0 mL, which, if I haven't mentioned it, is tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seemed like the perfect opportunity to try out Freecycle. I posted that I had some used syringes to give away (no needles, thank you!) and within an hour and a half they were sitting on my porch in a plastic bag waiting for pickup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get an email that said, "you should really just throw those away - not appropriate for reuse," but I chose to ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have committed a felony here, what with the transfer of medical waste and all, but I have eight fewer items in my home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-1037088927085179820?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/04/yep-thats-me-giving-away-syringes-on.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Sfj5XOb1ZVI/AAAAAAAAD80/WqeaZ1XKybc/s72-c/IMG_2356.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-3715858158594633458</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T22:25:40.759-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><title>As the Seasons Change, So Must the Closet</title><description>Last week my kids wore their parkas to school. This weekend it was 95 degrees. I'm guessing that summer is here. I would rue the lack of spring, but I'm just relieved to not have to deal with coats and hats and gloves anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my closets aren't big enough for clothes of all seasons, I have to switch them out when the seasons change. And this time, the timing of the coming of summer couldn't be better. I opened our coat/cleaning supplies closet the other day only to have bins of towels and swim suits fall on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTHWUyciI/AAAAAAAAD8U/WxQJsQzcdMM/s1600-h/IMG_2204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTHWUyciI/AAAAAAAAD8U/WxQJsQzcdMM/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186751035634210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the wicker chest in which we keep our hats, gloves, and assorted winter warming gear was a tad unruly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTHH4B7gI/AAAAAAAAD8M/JMm4XymRc5s/s1600-h/IMG_2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTHH4B7gI/AAAAAAAAD8M/JMm4XymRc5s/s320/IMG_2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186747156917762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went through each of these spaces and packed up the winter gear and made the summer gear accessible. My closet is better, but that closet is a regular pain in my ass, so I don't care too much about how it's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTGx53CWI/AAAAAAAAD8E/dpUMdCGWYew/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTGx53CWI/AAAAAAAAD8E/dpUMdCGWYew/s320/IMG_2207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186741259012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm really proud of is my wicker chest. I organized to make everything available and easy to access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTGh9h0bI/AAAAAAAAD78/M_YLrloX_U0/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTGh9h0bI/AAAAAAAAD78/M_YLrloX_U0/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186736979431858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pink and white bag is my Waiting Room Bag, i.e. the bag that holds homework supplies and hand held video games for when my kids have to sit and be quiet. Which is surprisingly often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink bin holds sunscreen, sun hats, band aids, and mosquito repellent. I should mention that this chest sits close to our back door, near where we play in our splash pool, and our side door, near where we ride bikes in the driveway. Having it this available will be handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also? Don't let me buy any more mosquito repellent. I appear to have quite a supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clear box in the pink bin holds purse-type items that I sometimes switch from purse to purse. The idea is that if I take a smaller purse, I'll put the extra stuff in that box. Then if I take a larger purse, I can easily find my extra stuff if I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left is a stack of purses and bags. This way they are all in one place. Inside that blue bag on the top are 9 cotton tote bags. I obviously have a problem, but I'm not ready to address it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm getting rid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTGSEImEI/AAAAAAAAD70/JYg9XVyyYUo/s1600-h/IMG_2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTGSEImEI/AAAAAAAAD70/JYg9XVyyYUo/s320/IMG_2215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329186732712171586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except I'll probably keep Quinn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see there are a bunch of diapers and swim diapers I found in our old swim bag. Quinn was almost offended by their existence. I think he was afraid we were going to try to stuff him back in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have a couple nearly empty bottles that I've been storing for a year, a purse I bought in Costa Rica, but don't use anymore, and a couple little bottom-of-the-purse items I never used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items: 12&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-3715858158594633458?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-seasons-change-so-must-closet.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SfUTHWUyciI/AAAAAAAAD8U/WxQJsQzcdMM/s72-c/IMG_2204.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2766138152390822102</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T19:17:09.991-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">electronics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">give to friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recycling</category><title>What To Do With Old Cell Phones</title><description>I am the proud new owner of an iPhone. My husband has a Blackberry that his work has him carry around. Add these two things up, and you get two cell phones and three chargers that we no longer need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones are one of those things that you don't want to just throw away. And if you're like I was not too long ago, you know there are places that will recycle your phones for you, but you're not entirely sure where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fortunate in that I &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/Stimey/status/1528920836"&gt;tweeted about my old cell phone&lt;/a&gt; and one of my blog friends asked if she could have it. I was really happy, because giving the phone to someone who will use it is even better than recycling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSep4B1I/AAAAAAAAD6I/2EzBT-NYJdQ/s1600-h/IMG_2203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSep4B1I/AAAAAAAAD6I/2EzBT-NYJdQ/s320/IMG_2203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327652024017749842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also sent her my wall charger and my car charger, because as long as I was mailing my junk away, I figured that I might as well mail &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking about Alex's phone, which had been just sitting around for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSopzoaI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/5QC5xV9InkQ/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSopzoaI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/5QC5xV9InkQ/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327652026701816226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered adding several listings for how to get rid of cell phones to my &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2008/02/resources-for-decluttering.html"&gt;Resources for Decluttering&lt;/a&gt; page. So I headed over there and sort of randomly picked one from the nine recycling places I have listed. I ended up with &lt;a href="http://www.cellphonesforsoldiers.com/"&gt;Cell Phones For Soldiers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell Phones for Soldiers seems like a good organization. They sell the phones to a company that recycles them, and then use the money to pay for calling cards to give to soldiers. You can print a free mailing label right off of the internet, or you can pay postage yourself to increase the value of your donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSO1hnqI/AAAAAAAAD6A/4k6KEcpKV_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSO1hnqI/AAAAAAAAD6A/4k6KEcpKV_Y/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327652019771645602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll take your chargers too. I sent them one phone and one charger. Hopefully a soldier will get to chat with a loved one because of my old phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the other cell phone recycling programs I have listed on my Resources page. Some of them are really neat programs that can really help people. Please keep in mind that I have not reviewed these companies and cannot vouch for their services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartridgefundraising.com/"&gt;Cartridge Fundraising&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cashforcritters.com/"&gt;Cash for Critters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cellphonesforsoldiers.com/"&gt;Cell Phones for Soldiers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecyclecenter.com/"&gt;ecyclecenter.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irecyclephones.com/"&gt;iRecyclePhones.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recellular.com/recycling/donatePhones.asp"&gt;ReCellular&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shelteralliance.net/cell-phone-donations/index.cfm"&gt;Shelter Alliance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donatemycellphone.org/"&gt;Secure the Call Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ripmobile.com/"&gt;RIP Mobile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items: 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2766138152390822102?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-to-do-with-old-cell-phones.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/Se-fSep4B1I/AAAAAAAAD6I/2EzBT-NYJdQ/s72-c/IMG_2203.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-6795879946615009005</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T12:41:49.091-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trash</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">update</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Did You Forget About Me?</title><description>Oh, hi! Did you know that there's a blog here? Right here at http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com. Who knew? Obviously not me. I have been woefully neglecting this poor little blog. It, and you, have my humblest apologies. I have been very busy and have not decluttered a thing in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back though! I'm running out of easy decluttering, which is one of the reasons why I haven't been here as much lately. Now I have mostly bigger projects that take more thought. I'm interested to see the direction that these projects will take me and this blog. I don't rightly know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though, I still have a lot of decluttering to do. I could probably get rid of six items a day for this entire year by going back over the cabinets and closets I decluttered last year and doing them again. I'm not running out of clutter yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I can't write a post without getting rid of something, I give you the Peeps castle that Sam built on Easter. Because Sam loved eating Peeps so much after &lt;a href="http://stimeyland.blogspot.com/2009/03/peep-arthur-and-peeps-of-round-table.html"&gt;we made a Peeps diorama with his friend&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to get some for the little dudes for Easter. But no one ate any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was that Sam made another Peeps diorama, and he insisted that it live on my desk. So it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeykAF4RxQI/AAAAAAAAD3w/_9iX_8o7N3I/s1600-h/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeykAF4RxQI/AAAAAAAAD3w/_9iX_8o7N3I/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326812780757632258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after many days—and the addition of a couple of purple Peeps by Alex—the battle between the rabbit armies played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeyhelYtfAI/AAAAAAAAD3o/gGBaRSoO7Vo/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeyhelYtfAI/AAAAAAAAD3o/gGBaRSoO7Vo/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326810006076357634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sides suffered heavy losses. But I think you'll agree that the purple side lost the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeyheXmPMFI/AAAAAAAAD3g/QFjSOKZz7pM/s1600-h/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeyheXmPMFI/AAAAAAAAD3g/QFjSOKZz7pM/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326810002374996050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of qualifies as trash rather than clutter, but because I'm so desperate to add even one item to my count, I'm going to count it as one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-6795879946615009005?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/04/did-you-forget-about-me.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/SeykAF4RxQI/AAAAAAAAD3w/_9iX_8o7N3I/s72-c/IMG_2148.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-594011723408692521</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T21:37:53.834-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">update</category><title>Consignment Sale Results!</title><description>Maybe I haven't decluttered in the past few days, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; made money. My consignment sale earned me $109.81!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just that, but I got rid of A LOT of stuff. Probably more stuff than I remembered to list here. I can tell from my total that everything I donated didn't sell, but I honestly couldn't care less. I'm just happy that all that crap isn't in my house any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to get back to some big projects soon, so keep checking back. I promise to have new stuff soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm working on some things about Ebay, Freecycle, Craigslist, Amazon marketplace, and any other places you can sell your own stuff. If any of you use these or other similar places, drop me a line at stimeyland at gmail dot com with your best tips and warnings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-594011723408692521?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/03/consignment-sale-results.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4088166316014023112.post-2619297570977885766</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T22:05:17.665-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sale</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">donation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">furniture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>I'm Running Out of Stuff to Sell</title><description>Alex was futzing around out in the garage today, so I took the opportunity to look around and see if there was anything else I could sell at &lt;a href="http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-fell-swoop.html"&gt;this week's consignment sale&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, there was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as this Little People garage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsFvItuWI/AAAAAAAADvY/tJBfhSYksBk/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsFvItuWI/AAAAAAAADvY/tJBfhSYksBk/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195993453967714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This small, baby blue bookshelf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsE8yrw0I/AAAAAAAADvQ/Q0Jomj9cQRA/s1600-h/IMG_1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsE8yrw0I/AAAAAAAADvQ/Q0Jomj9cQRA/s320/IMG_1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195979939791682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This baby gate, which kept our back deck safe for a summer. I'm not sure this will sell, but it seemed like a better option that putting it in the trash. I made a note on the tag that it was used outside so no one will buy it assuming that it is all pristine. And it's cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsEKKlxgI/AAAAAAAADvI/LAJHNyImlvI/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsEKKlxgI/AAAAAAAADvI/LAJHNyImlvI/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195966349854210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex also found this pack of swim diapers that (HALLELUJAH!) we no longer need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsECwsD2I/AAAAAAAADvA/tuzLpmpH38Y/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsECwsD2I/AAAAAAAADvA/tuzLpmpH38Y/s320/IMG_1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195964362166114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Alex decided to get rid of these 35 old law books and readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsDHCd8VI/AAAAAAAADu4/Jwm7DSD7QzA/s1600-h/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsDHCd8VI/AAAAAAAADu4/Jwm7DSD7QzA/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316195948330611026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbtBVqLS6I/AAAAAAAADvg/9FOIeGFn9N0/s1600-h/IMG_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbtBVqLS6I/AAAAAAAADvg/9FOIeGFn9N0/s320/IMG_1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316197017407146914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a Sunday afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking the consignment sale stuff in tomorrow, so as of 1 p.m., there will be a lot fewer items in my garage. Hooray, me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total items: 39&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4088166316014023112-2619297570977885766?l=thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thejunkpyramid.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-running-out-of-stuff-to-sell.html</link><author>stimeyland@gmail.com (Stimey)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zYDntm2krAs/ScbsFvItuWI/AAAAAAAADvY/tJBfhSYksBk/s72-c/IMG_1506.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
