A little bit of cleaning

So it's 6 am and I'm up. And no, this time I didn't stay up all night. I don't know what woke me or compelled me to go upstairs and guzzle down a can of soda and a cold glass of water. The feeling of dehydration.

Well I'm up so I might as well put my time to good use. I already checked out shmais, col, ch.info, blogger, gmail, facebook, you name it I've been on it. I was on yahoo checking out celebrities. You wanna know who wore the dress better? I can tell you. Ya I didn't sleep much last night.

My nose is still itching from the dust. Ya you know how they say that dust isn't chometz? They are correct, but before you get to the chometz there is dust to clean. So there I was cleaning my room, which is not so dirty I might add, and sitting on the floor surrounded by bins and piles and piles of stuff. These were my 'boxes.'

Ya well, when you've moved 4 times you don't have shelves in your room and hooks for your stuff. You have accumulated storage. Aaaaah here's my tests from 7th grade. I got a 79% and the teacher told me to 'see her.' She wanted to know why I didn't do better. Lady, I passed and that's good enough for me.

Camp pictures from 4th grade. I laughed cuz there are two of my friends, in a smaller version. Oh boy will they get a kick out of this.

There's my key chain collection. And my art projects. And my chatchkelach that I felt were worthy of saving. The receipt for my first flight. And letters from friends. Birthday cards. Old balloons deflated and folded up. It's kind of nice to go back once in awhile and laugh at yourself, and smile at the little girl you once were. It's reassuring. No, I didn't wake up a teenager. Once I was a little girl where the world was a bright and happy place and the biggest worry was going to school and what to take for snack.

Well for all my efforts, at the bottom of the bin I found a half of a rice cake and pop corn, which my sister pointed out wasn't even chometz, just kitniyot. Ya we're the lenient sort of family. (I mean that in a loose form. Don't be telling G-d we didn't clean or anything.)

Well so far that was the extent of my pesach cleaning. I might help with the upstairs even though I told my mom it's not my house and I'm telling G-d I absolve myself from the chometz this year. Really, if you stay at someone elses house and they have chometz, it's not your sin right? My case in point.

Oh so ya I've been busy lately. Surprised? Me too. I got a kind of sort of job. Sounds a bit iffy to you? It's part time, from 12 to 4. So I get to sleep in and wake up late. Perfect for me. Which reminds me, I gotta get back to sleep. It's seriously too early to be up.

I'm sure you guys have stuff to clean, or cook, or do or buy. So stop reading this and get moving. Happy cleaning!