I'm ready.....let's get her fired up and rolling. I have some goodies stashed away already and am anxious to meet Campbell.

Boy, Kirk & Robert...looks like you both hit the JACKPOT..Miscellaneous assortment of mail and parcels piled in the aisle of a baggage car and requiring removal before the mail in the stalls can be "worked"...that's RR lingo! LOL! Looks like you've both kept that train a-rollin'! kirk...your blue bottle tree looks BEAUTIFUL in the snow even w/that "orange thing-y" hanging in it! LOL! Good to see JT pics, too! Looks like Campbell had a bear-able time! robert...nice salvagable stash, too! (>even though the pkg suffered a head-on collision! Kirk, maybe ? you can post & link this to nmmexico's original "Junk Train 2011 has left the station!" thread...so that your post here w/pics doesn't get lost on down the line...more RR lingo! This is GREAT fun! Jeanne S.

NMgirl, that is so terrific about both houses and things being so co-ordinated like that. A lot of work for you, but I know you are excited. Susierose, soon I'll be going thru my mosaic supply stash and probably will want to get rid of some since its sat for years and I've yet to learn how to mosaic. When I go thru it, I can take photos and send you to see if anything you might want. I've got mostly "bought" little mosaic tiles, but do have some pieces of talavera pottery that I bought as box of smashed up bits for mosaicing. Far more than I'd need I imagine. Let me know if you're interested. And anyone who does bead work, I've also got to let go of most of them. I haven't made bead jewelry in years and probably won't again.

What's a closet? My mom and sisters, and even my father were almost (ok, really were) OCD about cleaning. When I visit, I never put my cup down because they'll clean it up. I sip my espresso most of the morning. That said, you might recall me horrified because I was identifying with the poor, sad people on (wait for it) HOARDERS! I have crap everywhere. E.V.E.R.Y.Where. For the longest time, almost 10 years,my excusewas because I was building cabinets and hadn't gotten to closets. I had plastic containers of everything you can imagine. E.V.E.R.Y.thing. Tools, kitchen crap, sewing. Beading. Eventually building materials, plumbing and electrical supplies, E.V.E.R.Y.thing, E.V.E.R.Y.where. Even before DH bailed on me, the house was a mess. But to this minute, you ask me for something I can tell you exactly where it is and how many. And we're talking a 1800 SF house, under construction, with one (crazy) woman in it. My garage still looks like Home Depot, although much of the overflowing materials have been gotten rid of BY INSTALLING THEM. What a concept. Truly, I'm a construction materials hoarder, but I use my shi..., er, uh, crap. The only way to get rid of it is to build something, install something, or (now) sell it on Craig's List. I spent the last 2 days (maybe 3 hours each) clearing a 16' long kitchen counter. I couldn't even wedge more screws onto it "for now." A friend said, if I wasn't going to use/build something in a month, it needed to go into the garage, (tools and materials) into a now-built closet, (winter coats and other seasonal things) or be stacked out behind the barn (front yard projects). Did I mention E.V.E.R.Y.thing is stacked in the front yard? Pavers, Lumber, Doors, Gardening stuff, Sawhorses with stuff I'm stripping on it You can stop me any time. But I'm entering into a "get rid of it" phase. I have this every couple of years. I can't stand the crap, I have cabinets and a closet. I guess I have this weird fear, that like a filing cabinet, if I put stuff "away" it'll be out of sight, out of mind and I'll just continue to accumulate. And build. Everything has a place, but there's just happens to be something else in it. No DH to blame (altho I wake up because of the snoring only to find there's no one to blame -- but I don't snore). He was a dirty kind of slob, but gone now. I hate that. At least garbage goes in the garbage can and dishes at least to the sin so I can load 'em. Oh - I forgot the whole point of this. Training: I've rebuilt my house to facilitate my habits. Hooks by the front door for keys. Laundry off the MBR so I can throw dirty right into the machine. A guest room into which I can throw all the clean laundry I hate to fold. A shoe rack by the front door, where I always take mine off. A waste basket by the credenza for the junk mail I stack there. I'm doing better.