I am NOT a hoarder...

My mother has literally been begging me for permission to take pictures of my room: Please Malaina! I'm begging you!!! PLEEEAASSEE!!!

Why? You might ask...

Because she wants to send them to Oprah or Dr. Phil to get me on one of their shows about hoarders!!!

Apparently, Oprah will see my disastrous mess and send her staff out to Provo, Utah to help me get organized. My grandparents came by for a visit earlier today- my mother brought them down to my room for a freaking tour. Now, my grandma is begging me to let my mom send pictures to Oprah. She says, "They'll fly you out for the show and put you in a hotel. A really fancy hotel. Man, if I had a room like that I would send pictures in a heartbeat."

It's not that bad. At my house, we don't tidy or clean... we "de-shit-sify." Truly, we do. My mother has used that term for as long as I can remember. Well, I deshitsified my room in less than an hour. All I really had to do was wash some laundry, hang up my amazing technicolor dreamcoats, put my shoes away, and throw out garbage. A lot of garbage.

The following is directly taken from wikipedia:

There is no clear definition of compulsive hoarding in accepted diagnostic criteria (such as the current DSM), Yet, Frost and Hartl (1996) provide the following defining features:^[3]

• the acquisition of and failure to discard a large number of possessions that appear to be useless or of limited value (I get rid of stuff all the time... guitars and gold purse are not useless!)
• living spaces sufficiently cluttered so as to preclude activities for which those spaces were designed (I can sleep and get dressed in my room just fine!)
• significant distress or impairment in functioning caused by the hoarding (I'm not distressed over my room)
• reluctance or inability to return borrowed items; as boundaries blur, impulsive acquisitiveness could sometimes lead to kleptomania or stealing (I don't steal, and I return things I borrow... okay, maybe the library books racked up to a $16 fine because I was a little late getting them back... but that doesn't count).

This is a picture taken off of wikipedia of a real horder. Maybe my room was slightly reminiscent of the room pictured above and I just provided an image from the least disastrous angle. That doesn't mean I'm a hoarder- maybe a big, fat, lazy, slob- but NOT a hoarder. We are all given talents... housekeeping is not one of mine. I can play guitar and spout off a bunch of random science mumbo-jumbo, but I'm not good at keeping things tidy. I'm good at paying people to keep things tidy... my little sister gets $20 a month for cleaning the bathroom... I honestly don't remember the last time I cleaned it. Problem solved. Someday when I'm rich I can extend maid services to my room.

Switching to a whole new topic:

We went to Temple Square tonight- it was cold, but beautiful.

some yahoo in shorts...

Megan playing around

I love this picture of Megan!

Jordan was cold and cranky... and sick of all the photo-taking.

I ran into my good friends Joyce and Devonne. It was so good to see them.

Happy are we.

"It's frickin' freezing in here Mr. Bigglesworth!!!" (name that movie).

Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas, Mele Kelikimaka.

I'm going to Hawaii tomorrow so I guess I should pack. Maybe I'll blog, maybe I won't. Depends on whether or not Jordan will let me use her laptop.

Seriously though,

Merry Christmas!