Let me just say I love my mother. A lot! She's actually pretty cool - she rescues crazy cats, she raised two crazy kids (plus a bunch of other people's), she feeds me, and I live here rent-free.
Now, my mom is rather awesome but holy crap she likes stuff. Magazines, books, toys from our childhood (Yes, I found my Alvin and the Chipmunk dolls), pieces of wood with screws in them, tins, boxes, bags...ETC ETC ETC!
I'm a minimalist...I like "no stuff"...I like my walls to be decorated but my rule of thumb is "if I have to dust it, I do not want it"...mom's rule of thumb seems to be "If the dust is there, write happy notes in it." We're really not on the same page at all.
Anyways, I started cleaning and have refrained from throwing out most things but I've been dusting up a storm and sweeping and terrorizing Collie-Dog (a cat)...and running from chickens. And convincing my sister I do not want to be thrown in a mudpuddle also known as a pond (if there is no chlorine, I don't want to swim in it. Her words are "it's not a toilet because people don't poop in it much").
Oh, I'm home...I hope I survive :P