Let’s Make A Deal. Or Not.

Paperwork Mountian

It’s been an exciting week around here.  And yes, I’m being facetious.

I’m cleaning out  files and shredding our personal documents. The second 52-gallon trash bag is 1/3 full of shredding’s, and I’ve only cleaned out the top drawer of our old 4-drawer filing cabinet.

And now, Monty, let’s tell our audience what was inside drawer #1!

Court documents – AND their copies in triplicate. It took me two days to sort through 2 sets of divorce papers and the (seemingly mandatory) annual custody/child support hearings. Can you believe we had 16-years of that crap and nobody died?

But wait!   That’s not all that was hiding in the humongous drawer #1…  Door_1

Tax files and canceled checks dated back to 1989. Multiple copies of Birth and Death Certificates of family members and their personal papers.  Hubby’s report cards from grade school through college. Military records. Parts list for a 1986 Jeep. Go figure.

I was so excited to get the crap papers shredded up this afternoon, and be able to see the carpet in my office, until I realized that Monty had drawer #2 waiting for me in the garage.

Great.

So, tune in next week to find out what’s behind drawer #2!
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Driving Mister Daisy

Driving Miss Daisy

I no longer have pity for Morgan Freeman. At least he was not married to Miss Daisy. AND – he got paid to drive her butt around.

I, however, am married to Mister Daisy (a.k.a. Hubby). Who does not thank me for driving him around, let alone pay me. I don’t want to rant about hubby too much. He is not a happy man with only 1/4 of his vision, and I get that.

So, I’m just going to explain (in a non-ranting way) how our lives are going these days.

Mr. Daisy hates me driving him around. He wants to do all the driving himself, but he is not allowed to since his eye surgery.

He doesn’t trust my driving ability. He hates staying awake on long trips because he wants to navigate me. Sure, I get lost and turned around sometimes, but I think this is what they call “the blind leading the blind”. It’s amazing we get anywhere.

The longer our drive, the “snippier” he gets. My TMJ is flaring up from the stress of keeping my mouth shut and trying not to cry. I don’t handle snippy very well.

My lack of depth-perception alarms Mr. Daisy greatly. He says I’m “running off the road”.  I say he’s not used to being on the right-side of the car. I know from personal experience that things look a lot scarier from there. He swears he feels tires leaving the road.

I don’t argue anymore. I just say “whoops!” and hope it pisses him off.

😉

How Grandpa Turned Evil Into Good

Daily Post Topic: “Prized Possession”

MySpecialBox        MySpecialBoxInside

My grandpa could fix anything and loved to do wood working in his garage.  For my 9th birthday, he made me a lock box to keep diaries and special treasures in. He made it out of scrap wood from an old TV cabinet my parents discarded. I love my “treasure chest” it still keeps my diary(s) safe. I also have “trophies” from special dates in there, ticket stubs, letters, and crazy odds and ends that only mean something to me.

This cabinet fell on me when I was 6-years old.  Because I thought the TV glass had broken and I would be electrocuted, I screamed bloody murder. My mom leaped out of bed and broke her big toe running into the family room to find her dumb kid pinned face-down underneath the TV cabinet.

The glass survived and I lived. I did get in trouble for climbing on the furniture and breaking mom’s toe.  My back was bruised and sore for a week.  So, when I learned that grandpa built my special box out of that evil cabinet, I was ecstatic.

I’m very big on justice, vengeance, and good old-fashioned revenge.  I still smile when I look at it  😉

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Photo Credit: bad photography by Jodi Lea