The least crappy bag of crap EVER!

ANOTHER bag of crap! But, this one is different, folks….it was a GIFT from our wonderful friends Jason and Missy. We received a heavy priority mail box in the mail last week and to our surprise it was a box full of goodies….for BOTH OF US! As Missy wrote, “This package is a custom made box of crap and other important things…”. She went on to write, “I’m sure you will be able to distinguish the “crap” from “the important things” as well as you will most likely be able to determine who sent the crap and who sent the important things”. Ha ha. I hope to be able to elude to more of what is happening in our life in a near-future post but Jason and Missy are a couple of the select few in our lives that know what is truly going on. As things have been tough recently, they decided to send us a box of crap!

First there was a beautiful card and letter….addressed to the “love birds” (that’s us, I guess!).

Next was a stack of magazines/journals from several different sources such as Joyce Meyer and the Word of Faith. While outdated, the material in these journals DOES NOT EXPIRE. Ever. God’s word is forever.

Then there is a beautiful book titled Jesus Calling. I LOVE this book already. It is a devotional type book with a VERY BRIEF reading for each calendar day. I like the VERY BRIEF part because it also gives me the time then to read the 2-3 recommended scriptures with it. Each night since we have received this Adam has read from the book and then I read the scriptures before we pray. My favorite so far was from 10/17 where it started out with “Anxiety is a result of envisioning the future without Me”.

We next have a $25 gift card to Scheel’s Sporting Goods. We LOVE Scheel’s! For those of you that don’t know, Scheel’s is like Sportsman & Ski Haus in Whitefish-only on steroids; ie: 10 times bigger!

There is also another book. One that Missy has personally used for years that she is now gifting to me for my benefit, titled Prayers that Avail Much.

Then we get to some of the “fun & interesting” treasures in the box. My guess is that these are special items directly from Jason and Jason, each item has touched our heart. Seriously. While we may not understand them, they are beautiful in their own way and fill us with happiness. Ha! We’ve got a broken ol’ toy helicopter thingy, a bottle-opener from the Texas State Aquarium and a lovely gold leaf in a baggie with multiple pieces that I believe were once attached to it. I like to imagine it was a real leaf….from someone’s yard that they covered in REAL gold and we are just lucky enough to have it!

Here is a photo of our prized gifts:

Now, all I want to say is thank you, thank you, thank you Jason and Missy. Your bag of crap blessed us at a much needed time. It lifted our spirits which were down, made us laugh when there has not been much laughter and made us cry good tears, not the bad ones. It made us feel “not so alone” at a time when we were and the reading materials have continued to do so each and EVERY day. Thank you. We love you both and miss you dearly.

Becoming friends with Ernie and his rubber duckies

I am a worry wart…according to Adam. I stress easily. I worry about him when he is driving. What if he gets in an accident? What if he gets hurt? What if? What if? What if? I have always been this way but more so since he has had the hour long commute for his job. I call his car a sardine can but he “likes his car”. I worry he’ll hit a deer and his car is so little it’ll take him out! So last week it was recommended to me to try to differentiate better between things I can and things I cannot control (which is most things!).

rubber ducky in the bathroom

rubber ducky in the bathroom

The analogy goes like this: a duck just floats along and does not let things that it cannot control pull him down or cause him to sink. Rather he lets them roll right off his back/feathers and sink on their own and he goes on his merry way.

rubber ducky at the bedside

rubber ducky at the bedside

rubber ducky in my car

rubber ducky in my car

Fast forward one hour: I am at a store purchasing six rubber duckies and the lady casually asks me at the checkout, “whatcha doin’ with these” as she is chewing some gum. I honestly didn’t know what to say. I still don’t know what I said or if I even really said anything at all. I may have just paid and said, “look lady just give me my ducks and no one will be hurt” and left the store.

rubber ducky in the kitchen

rubber ducky in the kitchen

rubber ducky in our office

rubber ducky in our office

So, now I have these ducks everywhere…staring at me. And to goad me Adam relocates them sometimes. I guess when I see them I am supposed to keep thinking…control what I can, let go of what I cannot. Instead, I keep singing “rubber ducky, you’re the one…rubber ducky, you make bath time so much fun!”.

rubber ducky at work

rubber ducky at work

Dinty-Moore Stew, Sex & Pepto Bismol (not necessarily in this order)

Interesting info: in this current economy the sale of certain items is increasing dramatically. Of course we all know that larger items like cars, houses, etc are not selling as well. But macaroni and cheese, wine, chocolate and dinty-moore stew are selling more than ever. Spam is too.

The sale of condoms went up by 5% when last checked. Read this guy’s quote (too funny): “If people don’t have the money to go out to a fancy dinner or are looking to cut back, Trojan gives them some real affordable ways to stay in and make some great memories together,” says Jim Daniels, vice president of marketing for Trojan, the nation’s No. 1 condom maker.

I guess items like Pepcid and Pepto Bismol are selling more too.

So, what does all of this mean:

Maybe we are having more sex because we are poorer (is that even a word!), maybe we don’t want babies because we cannot afford them or maybe like the guy above mentioned we just are having more sex instead of going out on dates. I’m glad there are more condoms being bought since apparently people drinking more too…less “accidents” this way.

Hawaii is finally “in the trend” with their popular use of Spam. When we were there to visit you could get Spam at McDonalds. Spam to them is like sausage to us. So, they are now finally fitting in.


And, last but not least…all of the sex, wine, chocolate and processed foods are eating away at our guts so we need pepcid.

Mr tax man

So I took two days off this week to work solely on taxes. We do have a CPA, mind you but we can’t afford to just bring her three big boxes full of papers, receipts and what have you and say call us when you’re through. We’ve got to do as much of the work as possible before giving it to her-much cheaper this way! I think back to the days of sitting down one afternoon and using turbotax and being done. Voila.

No more. Adam drug in two eight foot tables for me and at times I covered every inch of them. Lets see…we’ve got my practice and home office expenses, the store, Adam’s computer business and Adam’s lawn/snow business. Sheesh.

Apparently there is a place you need to write down what you paid the IRS in back payments for the current tax year. I hadn’t kept really close track I just know we owed them a ton last year when we had our taxes done and have been paying them each month to try and get 2007 paid off. So, I had to call the IRS. The first time I called it said you will have a 10-15 minute wait and played some nice classical music. I put the phone on speakerphone and went on my way working on other things. Ten minutes later…click. Yep, hung up on me somehow-classic.

So, once again I called back. Only this time the connection was crackly so now the classical music wasn’t as nice. Ten minutes later some man with an accent answered. I think he was middleastern and was wearing a turbin. Don’t get me wrong though-really nice guy. He said “your phone is crackly”.  I said yeah-that or it may be yours and he proceeded to discuss with me how he wished the government would buy all of them blue tooth headsets because they always have their phones hooked to their heads.

Anyway-he got me the figure I needed and asked me if there was anything else he could do for me. I said no and he said… and I quote “don’t feel bad, Mrs. Carter-I will probably owe a little this year too on my taxes-not as much as you though. Have a nice day”.

Thank you mr turbin man.