This week’s blogstalking assignment – trinkets and stuff from around the house that you wonder why you still have. I’ll be honest I have a lot, I hate to throw away something that isn’t broken because you just never know. I have a whole box of just such stuff that moved from AZ to my apartment here, then to my house without ever being opened and it’s still sitting there unopened. Logic says if I haven’t needed it in two years I could just toss the whole box right? yeah well.
My first item – this beanie baby. I’m not sure where it came from I think a boss gave it to me, but that could have been a different one. I dont’ know why I still have it, I have never collected beanie babies and this is the only one I have and it has no emotional value for me.
Next up – this vinyl record. It’s actually a fairly new addition to my collection. I just got a record player in the last year and my parents gave me their old records. They also go to a lot of yard sales and swap meets where they will buy boxes of records for pennies in case there is something in there I want. This was in just such a box, there were some actual cool records in there, of course none come to mind right now. 🙂 I have no idea why I haven’t thrown this away, it’s probably contaminating the rest of my record collection.
This thingy is for pressing into hot wax to seal envelopes. I used it for my graduation party invitations when I graduated with my MLS, in 2002. I’ve moved twice since then. I know you’re thinking well it was probably in a box and I didn’t notice it, but when I was looking for stuff to photograph I found it in the first 5 minutes! It has ’02 on the bottom of it. Not my initials or anything useful. Do I really think I’ll be using this again? Doubtful. I don’t think I’ll be around in 3002.
Ok this thing I know why I have it, I like turtles, I don’t have as many as Turtlegirl, but I have some, mostly sea turtles, they are my favorite. But I don’t know how the heck I ended up with a turtle bell! If somebody dinged this at me I’d probably break their fingers! Anyway it’s cute, serves no purpose and is a little odd and it’s freaking heavy.
This piggy bank is a new addition to my house. My parents were cleaning their home this year and found it. It’s my very first piggy bank! They brought it down and gave it to me. This bank doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s pretty small, so the dreams I had of untold millions being stashed in it when they told me about it over the phone were ruined as soon as I saw it. I’m not a very sentimental person but I can’t bring myself to throw the ugly little piggy away.
Last but not least – my smoking monkey! I know exactly why I have this baby and why I haven’t thrown it away. But I love it and since I was taking pics of other stuff I snapped one of it. Once upon a time I had great job that I loved, it was challenging, thought provoking, I learned new things everyday. Then something awful happened, my boss took another job! Now don’t get me wrong, he was not perfect, we argued, he made me do things I argued against and firmly believed were wrong, but I could argue with him, intelligently and he’s listen to what I was saying and he’s explain his side. This is how you learn and grow. I got a new boss, lets just say my coworkers always expected he escaped from the lower levels of hell to spread pain and suffering. He was probably the lowest level of tormentor, as he was a small, petty man who delighted in making our lives as difficult as possible. Allow me to give two basic examples of conversation with him.
Example One – Me: the sky is blue, him: I don’t know why you’re saying the sky is green, everyone knows it’s blue. Me : I said its blue, see right here, here are the numbers that prove it. Him: Bobbi, the sky is blue, you have to stop saying it’s green or you’re going to get yourself into trouble. Example Two – Me: The sky is blue, Him: The sky is green! get it through your head. Me: I’m pretty sure it’s blue, everyone knows its, see here, here is the proof. Him: The sky is green, this is nonsense! I’m the manager it is green.
Not soon enough I took another job and fled this place. My coworkers and I had developed a number of ways to try to protect our sanity. Monkey jokes was one of them, trust me it was funny. Part of it had to do with the fact that in a fit of frustration and in a rather unprofessional moment I told him he thought a monkey could do my job. Anyway, I bought this smoking monkey from Archie McPhee, during that time. Jenn, who survived this craziness with me, will be here to visit next week!