The Big Move: Mission Accomplished!

August 10, 2012August 9, 2012 ~ JodiLea

That #$%&@! box was hiding in the living room, under records & DVD’s. That’s correct, I still have a 3-foot stack of those large vinyl disc’s. The original Album’s. And the technology to play them – if you’re wondering.

I have to admire the efficiency of our movers. Whoever “packed” that #$%&@! box of everything, did so in record time. No packing materials used. Just turn the desk drawer upside down over a large box, then tape the box closed. Done. They knew they could get away with this because when you opened that drawer you got the impression someone dumped a large box of miscellaneous crap into it.

It took 23 years to get that drawer full of crap. I think it will only take me a couple of days to disperse items to where they should go. Most of them are electrical & mechanical waste products, that men seem obligated to toss in a drawer – just in case. In case of what? Even if “what” happens, he will forget he has that junk and will buy more at the hardware store.

I should “forget” that I have a formal gown or a gorgeous tennis bracelet and run to the nearest mall and find one. It would be over an hours drive though, and I do not have the time to be a smart-ass now. So, I will file that idea in my brain for future thinking, and move on to unpacking that #$%&@! box.

Along with the “man junk” I find boxes of check receipts. Checks written in 2003. Why are we keeping them? Answer: Because no one has thrown them out. It’s the same reason we have a receipt from a drug store that went out of business before our kids were in school.

OK. Obviously I need to take on a new mission (impossible?). Slowly, as I unpack things, old useless crap will retire to the trash. Hubby doesn’t even have to worry his handsome head about it. The excellent wife that I am, will not bother him about those annoying little details.

Junk drawer contents — **1/3 of what was in that #$%&@! Box!**

Please, Bear With Me…

August 9, 2012 ~ JodiLea ~ 1 Comment

Black Bear sitting on tree stump While I freak out!

I looked out my dining room window this morning and choked on my coffee. I was afraid to move or make any sound. I figured if I could see out my glass dining room, he could see in. Not that I wanted to jump up and get it, but I still have not found my damn camera. We all know it’s in that #$%&@! box..

This photo, taken through a window screen, with my iPhone, as I am shaking, is the only proof I have for my argument: there ARE bears in these woods! An argument I didn’t particularly want to win, nevertheless, being right is always such a rush for me. (I can’t help this, it’s genetic -ask any McGuire.)

Why, oh why, didn’t I order that bear repellent I saw online? I listened to hubby’s opinion that it was a crock, and there was “no such thing as bear repellent”, – that’s why. This is the same man who told me “it hardly ever snows in Arnold”. And yet I’m still listening to him… Just one example of how love makes you stupid.

After staring through the window for five minutes, I began to suspect Mr. Bear was asleep. He was not moving around, or taking any notice of the occasional man-made noises. Does a bear meditate in the woods? I made a mental note to Google search on bears, as soon as I was free to move.

Speaking of moving – I have to risk it because I seriously have to pee (More like PEE). I quietly roll out of the chair and on the carpet. On all fours, the wall hides me from view and I make it to the guest bathroom in time.

My guess is that Mr. Bear is a Black Bear. Black Bears are vegetarians, who like to meditate (apparently). Unlike their carnivore cousins, the Grizzly Bears. I would bet money Grizzlies don’t meditate in the woods, or anywhere else.

Regardless, when I crawled back to the dinning room and peeked out the window, Mr. Bear was gone. I kept an eye out for him all day, but didn’t see him.

Whew!

The Big Move: That #$%&*@! Box

August 8, 2012 ~ JodiLea

Since the day we moved in, hubby and I have searched for one particular box. We knew a few things about it, like the moving company packed it and forgot to label it. It is a large box, and it has everything we have looked for around here. Once I got to unpacking that box, we would have our checkbook, postage stamps, scissors, cameras, flashlight(s), extra keys, and a lot of other miscellaneous crap that hubby can’t stand to throw away for some reason.

I am perturbed that I did not pack that box myself. And further perturbed that hubby keeps implying that I am not looking hard enough, and it must be in the little room next to the master bedroom. He says this because there is a mountain of boxes still in there I have not unpacked. I keep telling him that most of them are full of heavy stuff that goes in the garage or his shop, yet he leaves them there, in my way of getting to boxes that belong in there so I can unpack them.

At least once a day, hubby asks me “Found the <insert whatever> yet?”

I reply, “Nope.”

“It’s in that #$%&*@! box,” we tell each other.

The box is here.

Somewhere among us.

Laughing…

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