The minimalist is at it again

I always like to live very simply. I don't (or didn't) have a lot of stuff in my house. At one point, my dining room had a total of a card table, a computer, and a nice, leather recliner. My living room had two pictures on the wall, a lamp, some coffeetables that my dad made, a floor model tv, and a plant stand that Jemma used to look out of the window. All of this until Ed came along. I thought I could care less that I now have stuff in my house, but it is really getting to me. His grandmother is getting new carpet, so he brought several things from her house and now they are in mine. What do I need with two white shag bathroom rugs? Of course, they are sitting in the living room "in case his dogs come over and need someplace to lay." Well, dogs are dogs, and they can lay on the floor. They're going in the goodwill pile. Also, my blanket that I use downstairs when I watch tv is now a dog blanket. I'm getting it cleaned when I get home because it's MY blanket, not a dog blanket. There is carpet for the dogs to lay on. My sister's dog tore a hole in my old downstairs blanket so the dogs can use that one. What about two lamps that are downstairs but don't have plugs nearby? I don't need them.

But, that's not my point. My point is that the big trip is coming up and Ed was packing all his things yesterday. My packing consists of some clothes (jeans, sweatshirt, bathing suit that I won't wear and tank tops), my bathroom stuff, and my phone book. I don't really need anything else. Well, Ed starts packing his stuff. He has two sticks of bug spray stick stuff, walkie talkies, his camping oven and food, two sets of utensils (I told him I only want a fork. hee hee), a map pen (this is kind of cool because you can trace the route with the roller at the end of the pen and it will tell you the mileage. I'm old fashioned. I'll estimate from big city to big city and call it a day. That pen thing cost 30 dollars. That's a lot to me.), 4 nalgene bottles for water, two books discussing the various high points, two big rolls of TP, etc. Oh, and he did put his money back in the secret stash-yesterday. hee hee.

The other point is that he has all these random things that I really don't think we need. I have a lot of the travel size lotions, shampoos, toilet paper, shaving cream, stuff like that. I told him he didn't have to take two big rolls, but he insists. I am really trying to just let him do what he wants, and I'll do what I want, but seeing him pack all this crap is getting on my nerves. Lucky for me, I don't have to carry it. I actually don't think I'll be carrying anything except my fork, and my phone book. That will be handy.
Oh, the walkie talkies are in case he breaks his leg on the mountain and I have to radio for help (rolling eyes). I'm sorry to say, I'm a positive thinker and if bad things happen, I'll deal with them when the time comes. I don't want to be prepared for bad-other than rain. C'mon Saturday. I'm just ready to hit the road. I'm getting too stressed out over nothing.