Tea Time

Let me warn you before you start reading this, it's probably going to be long. Go grab your popcorn, Mountain Dew with exactly four ice cubes and settle in. There are two things I hear a lot... 1. "Cody, how do you do it?" 2. "I'm going to (insert dream here)" When people ask me "how do you do it?", it's addressing the idea of owning and operating your own business. The truth is that I was forced to do it. Not by my parents who still to this day like to tell me to get a regular 9-5 job since it's less risky. But, I was forced to do it because I was tired of working with people who didn't care about their jobs. They would show up to work under the influence of either alcohol, drugs or a combination of both and yet they got paid just as much as me or more. That didn't sit well with me and used to anger me. Then, one day I told myself that I can sit here and do nothing about it or take a chance and do something different. L

I've come to the realization that I am a hoarder. Yes, I said it. I am a hoarder. Are there any Hoarders Anonymous groups cause I'm pretty sure I should be in one.  I'm not sure if hoarding is genetic but my Grandma was a hoarder. Which in turn made my Mom a hoarder. My Dad is the king of hoarding as he has this talent to make the most possible things fit into any available space. Oddly enough, my Mom did a complete 180 probably out of necessity and turned into one of those "use it or lose it" types where she will throw everything away just because. It was my Mom's transformation that still haunts me to this day when I came home one day to find out she threw away a complete in box NES Little Samson game that I had in some random drawer. If you aren't familiar with this game, look it up on eBay and I'm sure you will understand my pain... From that day forth, I went on this mission to not throw things away unless I absolutely had to or k