The Keeper of Important Things

I am thinking of changing my title.  Domestic engineer is just stupid to me, housewife doesn't cut it and stay at home mom is fine but does not really say what it is that I do.  Now, "keeper of important things", that title is an interesting one in my opinion.

As I was falling asleep last night, I was thinking about how the month of September starts birthday season for my family.  We have a ton of birthdays and anniversaries for the next four months, 6 in September alone.   My family does what has become a tradition.  Even though no one usually forgets, the first one up and at 'em on somesones b-day texts everyone a reminder that it is so & so's birthday.  Than lucky so & so gets a call with the b-day song from everyone else. 

Yeah, don't picture Stevie Wonder's version.  Ours is normally the most off key, earsplitting rendition ever heard.  But it is the highlight of our year and we all love getting "those" calls.  One of my sisters actually waits in her office and invites her employees to listen in (she puts it on speaker phone although you could probably hear it anyway). 

Sorry, I got a little off topic.... I was talking about being a keeper.  Appointments, anniversaries, birthdays, household information, important documents, deadlines (think immunizations, registrations, school projects, annual renewals), bills, allergies, favorite foods, food dislikes, favorite colors, fears or phobias and so much more.  As moms, as women in general, we keep all of this information about the people we love tucked away to be grabbed whenever there is a need for it.  As scrapbookers, we document the stories about our loved ones in order to share them.  A memory for one turns into a memory for all. 

This was the first cruise we took.  Waaaay back in 2005 I think.  We brought back a ton of these postcards so I decided to put one on a page about the trip.....

The picture is horrible but I love the memory.  My daughter was at that stage where she really thought I was the devil so moments like these were rare. 

My niece when she was a baby.  She's 18 now.  I found this picture of her when I was sorting through my photos, preparing to put them in albums.  I have a drawer full of border strips and I have had most of them for years (gee whiz some of them are more than 10 years old).

I hand cut a heart from the white cs, traced the heart onto the black cs and hand cut it too.  I traced the heart again on a piece of scrap paper than just went to town gluing the borders down.  I'll have to do this 50 more times to use up all of my border strips, but for now, I feel like I took the top off of Mount Everest.  

What about you, what is your supply Mount Everest and how are you tackling it? 

As always, thanks for stopping by and have a great Tuesday.