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Ive mentioned before I am not the best at staying organized. I can organize a closet, filing cabinet, bookshelf like no body's business, but the main problem I have had here lately is keeping it all organized. I blame it on my (self diagnosed) ADD!

This is a 3 drawer plastic thing-a-ma-jig that i have just started throwing stuff in. Josh has his drawer for his personal business. Check stubs, court stuff, past tax info, work related paper work..etc. (hes boring)

I have the 2nd drawer. Its full of folders for Jill and Jaxon.....Dr info, school info, important phone numbers, pens, all my projects that I need to get started on for Jaxon. My personal paperwork stuff, past tax stuff, pens, pictures, envelopes, pens...because I seem to collect them.


The last draw is for Misc. (whoever that is) That one holds all the crap basically. Josh's guitar books, CD-Rs, burnt Cd's that aren't labeled and i have no clue whats on them. I think there was some hot wheels in there and trash...O and the measuring tape that we can never seem to find when we are looking for it. The superglue...some screw drivers...Josh's old glasses. The drawers were a mess up until the other day and I finally went thru them...threw some stuff away and broke the drawers down to the 3 groups. I will have to have a mental note of what is all in there so when i need something I will know where it is. Don't know how long that will last on remembering it all. I would write it down in my notebook but i was baffled as to what draw to stick it in!! HAPPY THURSDAY!!!!



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