Schtuff

Three demure young ladies with an appetite for fun established the Bird’s Nest in the fall of 2002. They lived and loved, which eventually led to one moving out to marry. Thus started the endless trail of girls that would shuffle and scuffle their things in and out of bedrooms, down hallways, up and down stairs, and most always at some point to the basement for safe keeping. For three to four years this went on. Girl after girl, move after move, more and more stuff accumulated in this dingy mold filled basement. First Della, Keely, and Kim, then Megan for a summer, then they traded Keely for Jessica and they added Tiffany. After Tiffany, Jesse and Kristen joined them, but just for the summer and in the fall they gained Jill and Kara, not to mention Keely and her new husband Charles in the Garage in November. Then in December they traded Kim for Laurie, eventually having to let them go to their new husbands but they soon accepted a few new birds for the summer, including the returning Miss Kristen Hudec and friends, Linden and Emily, plus a RUF familiar face, a one Miss Rebecca Robertson. They have also gained two other semi-permanent residents Sandy and Garrett, each in their respective spaces of course. And of course this fall they will be adding two more, Hillary and Colleen. That’s quite a list. That is a total of 18, if counted correctly.
1 Della, 2 Kim, 3 Keely, 4 Megan, 5 Jessica, 6 Tiffany, 7 Jesse, 8 Kristen, 9 Jill, 10 Kara, 11 Charles, 12 Becky, 13 Linden, 14 Emily, 15 Garrett, 16 Sandy, 17 Hillary, 18 Colleen.
That being said, there is a lot that happens when major groups of people move in and out at random time, over lapping most of the time and trying to figure out who’s stuff is who’s. The most common thing that happens is that the basement turns into a regular bargain basement. They have three; count them three papizan chairs in the house. Which is one of the worst chair options on the planet. Not to mention the most ugly (no offence to the girls who left them and are returning for the later). They have a futon with metallic duck tape holding the cushion together. There is a child’s school desk in the middle of clothes and another purple futon in the finished molding part, where the washer and dryer are, and the same place Della used to sleep back in the day. A few carpets and rugs, at least two dressers, several horrid rolling chairs that I think might be permanently stuck down there. A painting, a Pilate’s machine, three bikes, an ab-roller, a box of books, rows and rows of hangers, picture frames, plastic plates, junk, junk, junk and more junk. Now, granted a good 45% of this crap is Della’s that she has inherited from her sister’s and mother, and no offense to them but it really is crap. But the rest, the whole heap of it, this should be a warning those of you out there that belong to this stuff, you better come get it now, because by the time school starts it is either being sold, donated, or thrown away. The girls at the nest love all of you very much, but frankly they have had enough of your junk. It doesn’t have to go home, but it just can’t stay here. They are posting pictures of the problem items and if you would like to bid on something, please do so here.