|Yep, he's lookin' at my Purse Junk|
My inner John Wayne noticed things weren't exactly as I had envisioned this "switcher-roo" with my purse exchange. My camera is in my shirt pocket and I couldn't just pass this opportunity to make my kids really know for sure I need my 'shawl.' So I'm doing it again, documenting my day of fun mess. Just to set the record straight, my husband Steve wanted me to add he NEVER puts his hand in my purse, truth!
|Phone Holder On Top and Looks Okay, Right?|
U Here's the normal stuff that goes in my purse. A hankie on top, sunglasses, Wait! Those are spoons with the red handle-- to play music (?) and they don't belong. You know, that southern spoon band player, thingy. I don't really carry those, but they were in my purse. I need better glasses. The black and white thing is my new journal from Kiely and fits very well in my purse. I have a couple pens in my purse and the striped one is very fat, and under it is my real glasses. I see the little green lotion next. I have a western tiny bag for my Temple work and my heart pills. (I watch that little pocket-book closely) a red lipstick I hate, and a red spoon from the yogurt shop. OOPS! And my red bag holds all my insurance, license, cards, etc., my brush, and then my coin and money purse that has a clip... and can't be picked-out of the side pocket. It actually locks-in. Under it all is my make-up bag and all the little bags go in the big one. Except the money bag that clips-on and my hair brush. Organized! Yes! sorry about the distraction of my spoon instrument. I WISH!
Below is the junk in my purse. Really, the spoons aren't really junk, but they don't have a place. Except the red spoon from the yogurt shop is really trash now because they were with some little rocks I found in the house. I threw the little rocks out of my purse with the pieces of a trash bag that was all over our yard and some plastic pieces that are so chomped by a dog, I can't really figure-out what they are. All of this was right with a spoon from the yogurt shop and a white fork--I don't know where that came from. But I know where it's going.
This is a list of the junk under my picture. I don't know how in the world all that fit in my purse.
- Carabiner to hold water buckets
- Sheep and Goat hoof clippers. Wow! That's dirtier than the rocks, probably
- Masking tape
- An old clothespin
- The round beige can is Farmer's Hand Balm
- Blue sticky notes that don't stick, and that's why I have the masking tape
- Tiny pink notebook and it's full of my tiny writings
- Magnetic (heavy) flashlight
- Water facet spicket (I collect those and found it in our metal bin) It looks like a flower project to me
- Tiny square block with the green dot is, I think, from Twister (?) no idea where I picked that up
- Oh, there horse wormer up near the masking tape hahahahhah
- Another hanky but it's going in the wash
- A little sparky, re-lighting birthday candle, it's near the beige round can
- Matchbook car fastback. I think it's a Datsun 240Z Unknown owner
- New pencil eraser--I don't carry pencils in my purse
- Orange reflector from a bunny decoration that served to alert drivers after dark to watch for big rocks, the bunny was hit by a car and I saved the reflector.
- Shiny seashell, I don't know
- Razorback Fan faded magnet from our car. It has turned pink, but I didn't throw it away
- Paint brush
- 20 EVEN? A fancy black paper clip to hold all the bulletins I picked-up on my way out of the Chapel at Church. Not really, I did throw all of them away except the one I had picked-up.
- I need to work harder on my purse. I'm tired just writing all this down and now I have to pick all this up and find places for them. LEAVING! Steve just asked me to go with him in Dustin's low-rider for a few groceries and we're going for Cheviche with Avocados and for Steve, Tacos Al Pastor, "Hurry!"
Looks like they all want to see what's in the "tater barrel" and I still think it's a little early. Steve's anxious to see if our experiment worked. I think it's really hard to grow Utah potatoes here and in a half black barrel. Not so shabby.
|Real Buried Treasure|