I spent Friday and Saturday going through boxes out of my attic - probably about a dozen. Some were given to me by my Dad as he cleaned out his own closet in a move. There were probably 8 Barbies, including Brooke Shields and Marie Osmond ones. There were 4 different Strawberry Shortcake dolls, the Fisher Price Playhouse, numerous Garfield stuffed animals, a couple of those wind up robots that walk (I'm keeping those!), and even paper dolls. I also went through some boxes of knick knacks that I packed a few years ago when I thought we were going to let the bank foreclose on the house. I'm selling most of this stuff in a yard sale in a few weeks. We will have all sorts of stuff - my old toys and knick knacks, tools Jeff doesn't need (does this exist?), cheap jewelry, car body parts, a bedliner for a Ford truck, a very old 10-speed bicycle, an R-12 A/C recovery machine, old luggage, a rusty chest freezer, 2 old ass encyclopedia sets, etc. Anybody wanna buy anything? I'm not sure how to price some stuff. I guess 50 cents to $1 is good for paperbacks. Maybe $1 for a pair of earrings. I don't know. I've got the stickers. I'll need to get posterboard and wooden stakes to make some signs. Rick at work suggested putting balloons on the signs to draw attention to them. Good idea.

So Saturday we were both a little ill from the heat and after the furniture fiasco. Jeff had said earlier that he wanted to go to Red Lobster. I asked if he could get someone else to go with him, and he said no. I had gone before and they made me a crappy pasta and marinara dish with crappy steamed vegetables with, [gulp], squash in it! The horror! Anyway, I might as well eat just salad and biscuits there, or chocolate cake. Nutritious! And I'd need to take a book or something because he eats so slow. At around 4:00 I asked when he wanted to go eat, and you know, have me sit and watch him. He got pissy and went out to his garage for a few hours. At 7:30, he came in and fixed himself frozen pizza and said it was "too late now." Uh, OK. He can't blame that on me.

We just had another "ice cream social" at work. We have those from time to time to sort of introduce new hires. They had one a few months after I started. A guy at that one sat across from me making yummy/slurpy noises while eating his ice cream and leering at me and the girl next to me. Well, he ended up being fired and escorted out by a policeman. Nice impression after you've only been working somewhere for 3 months. And he looked like David Berkowitz, or Son of Sam. A secretary told me he would walk down the halls after most people had gone for the day and look into people's offices. Scary. Was he looking for someone to stalk?

What was I talking about? Oh yeah. Today's ice cream social was not that bad. My office is next door to the conference room, so I just sat at my desk. I wasn't feeling very social. Nothing freaky happened, unless you count the service awards given out years after the fact. One woman got her 5 year award today, and received her 10 year award in the mail 2 weeks ago. Yay, bureacracy! They're really on the ball! So, I've been here 4 years, and should get my 5 year award in another 4 years.