Thursday, September 18, 2008

Boxes Boxes Everywhere

Fall is in the air, and it's a time of transition.

At work, we're T-minus 6 days and counting until we report to Newark.

All of our nerves are wearing very thin and people are snapping at one another. Whether it be about who should assemble boxes (apparently attorneys didn't go to law school for that) or what day we can wear jeans to work (we've got clients coming in tomorrow, so no jeans until the 22nd--because if we were to wear jeans in addition to all the moving boxes and crates, what would those clients think of us?!).

Tomorrow is also the last day of my friend Rebecca at work.

At one point we had four Rebecca's working there. After she leaves, it will be just one--me.

For those who don't know, Rebecca is my first name and my "professional" name. Outside the walls of the office no one calls me Rebecca due to people shortening it to Becky when I was a baby and my parents putting an end to that by calling me by my middle name--Kaye instead. Due to nomadic moves and whatnot, it just got easier to go by Rebecca instead of explaining the whole Becky-hatred thing (my apologies to any Becky's reading--I'm just not a "Becky" and with a last name that started--and still starts--with a "B" it was some very awful alliteration). I've only gone by Rebecca for about 8 years now.

Anyway, Rebecca is moving to Cleveland, Ohio to go to broadcasting school. She grew up here in New Jersey and as such, really doesn't know much about snow.

Don't get me wrong, New Jersey isn't texasslike in their snowfall--but the Great Lakes region of the midwest has New Jersey beat hands down in the snow department: Lake Effect. That's all I need to say about that.

Anyway during one of the maybe two large snowfalls we got last winter, I caught Rebecca eyeing me clearing the snow off my car. I keep a kiddie plastic snow shovel in my trunk to do this. It beats the hell out of those lame-ass long scrapers with nylon bristles or just a plain ice scraper. And since the shovel is plastic, it doesn't scratch the paint.

I decided to get one for her (I had to special order it since it's September!) and turn it into a commeorative shovel:

Obviously NJ and OH are not drawn to scale!

I hope she likes it.

The place I ordered it from sent it in the biggest box I have ever seen!

Chunky asked if he could have it. I told him sure, but only until the next paper/cardboard recycling day.

He's dubbed it his "coffin" and now watches TV in it.


I'm sure if I let him, he'd sleep in it.

As for knitting? I haven't gotten much lunch knitting done as I've been working thru lunch or making sure I patronize the farm stand across the street from the office while I still can (they've got apple cider!). I am chugging away on February Lady. Be on the lookout for that.

Until then, you get to listen to me bitch about boxes!

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Blogger Rebel said...

Oh let chunky sleep in the box if he wants too.... he's so cute!

8:31 PM  
Blogger Macoco said...

The picture of Chunky is hysterical.

8:39 PM  
Blogger Christina said...

Aww, Chunky looks adorable! I know what you mean about nicknames. People called me Chrissy as a baby and that didn't fly with my parents. So they started calling me the Spanish version of Tina, which sounds like Theena. No one in my family calls me Christina...they all call me Theena. My hubby and co-workers call me Chris. I'm much more a Chris than a Theena.

8:42 PM  
Blogger weezalana said...

Your custom snow scrapin' shovel is the awesome! She is totally going to smile every time she uses it (in between cursing the snow and ice she's scraping off her windshield).

LOL, Chunky is too funny!

9:00 PM  
Blogger Trillian42 said...

Yeah, you are so not a Becky. I've known a couple of Beckys (Beckies?), and it worked for them, but it's just not you. :) And for me, it was "Pammy". That did NOT fly with me when I was a kid, so it was a guaranteed way to piss me off if you called me that. Which baffled the crap out of my brother when he was visiting me at college and someone called me "Pammi" and I answered. :D

The shovel is an awesome gift. I think I need to get myself one for this winter...

9:02 PM  
Blogger Red Dog Knits - Kristi and Otis said...

Love the shot of Chunky - too cute! My guys LIVE in boxes - sooo much cheaper than Fisher Price!

9:52 PM  
Blogger janna said...

That is QUITE the box!

I have friends with a daughter named Rebecca, and they spent her entire childhood pointing out that her name is NOT Becky. (And you're not a Becky, either.)

10:41 PM  
Blogger IrishgirlieKnits said...

Lake Effect. Don't remind me! Those are bad words!

And I think you should surprise Chunky one night this weekend and let him sleep in the box!! C'mon mom!!!

10:46 PM  
Blogger Elizabeth said...

Is that Chunky's "crib"??

Nicknames are an awful fate. Kids can spend a lot of years getting rid of them once they grow up.

11:23 PM  
Blogger coke said...

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3:44 AM  
Blogger Kay aka dkswife said...

Maybe it's because it's almost that time of the month -- I'm sure you wanted to know my cycle -- but you buying that shovel and decking it out about made me cry. That is so sweet!

Funny, my first name is not Kay either. It is Loretta. I once hated my that name with a passion, now I use it all the time, with the exception of work and home, because everyone knows me as Kay at work, and well, when I met Doug, that is how I introduced myself to him. Earlier in life I didn't like it because it was so different, and now that is the exact reason why I do like it. Or it could be that I am older and just don't give a shit anymore ;) Could be.

Hope your husband is feeling better.

4:15 AM  
Blogger Jo said...

What a cute idea! I hear you on the boxes and moving - we are just moving up a floor in our building, but it means that there are a gazillion filing cabinets to go through and I don't know how many people I have had to teach hot to put together banker boxes - and the instructions are right on the box!

5:51 AM  
Blogger Ina said...

What a sweet snow scraper shovel - the customization is touching.

I would venture that someone is really really psyched for Halloween. Does he vant to suck your blood?

7:26 AM  
Blogger Karen said...

Why is it the more money you make the less able you are to do simple things for yourself, like build a banker's box or make a cup of coffee? Sigh.

And Chunky? I am torn between letting the kid see Chunky in a box and not, because I know HE will ask for a box to sleep/play in. Chunky is too cute for words.

7:28 AM  
Blogger Brena said...

Man... Chunky looks cozy!!! He makes ME want to sleep in a box.

Very cool sled. What a nice idea and an efficient one too!

7:29 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

Oh, boys and their boxes. They never outgrow that love! Let him sleep in it over the weekend. :-)

9:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm with everyone on this one....Let Chunkie SLEEP in the box!

If I had wanted you to be called "Becky" I would have named you that!

At least you didn't grow up with the name of a doll!!! I hated being called "Barbie Doll"!!!

Love, Mom

11:24 AM  
Blogger Miss T said...

Who wouldn't love that shovel?

12:09 PM  
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12:11 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

My X goes by first and middle names, it gets confusing, now when anyone's talking about him they call him by both together, he also shares a name with his father. Too much.

I love Chunky in that box! I say camping out this weekend would be a treat!

3:06 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Very cute snow shovel, and very cute picture of Chunky!

Hmmm, I don't think "Becky" fits you either. Isn't annoying when people try to shorten your name? I hate when people try to call me Laurie. It's Laura, darn it! I worked with a lady at my last job who was named Lara, but everyone called her Laura. She said she gave up a long time ago trying to correct people's pronunciation of it. Then, my youngest sister's name is Shauna, and she's been called Sheena, Shana, Shannon, Sasha. What's so hard about Shauna? It's prounounced just like it's spelled. My husband's name is Rodney, but his entire family uses his middle name, "Gary". Some of his nieces and nephews don't even know his real name is Rodney.

I'm sitting here in Cleveland snickering thinking about the other Rebecca when she experiences her first Midwestern snowfall! Has she heard about Dead Man's Curve yet? It's a 90 degree bend on the interstate with a super high fatality/accident rate. It has a "real" name, but most people don't even know what it is - even the newscasters call it "Dead Man's Curve". Last year during evening rush hour, a truck carrying liquid cement crashed on the curve, and the cement spilled all over the freeway. My normally 25 minute bus ride turned into a 2hour one.

Oh yeah, tell her she'd better stock up early on bags of rock salt too. Last winter the stores literally ran out. My husband couldn't find it anywhere. I have a Filipino friend who came to the U.S. an adult, and so he had never seen snow before he came to Cleveland. His first job was at a McDonald's, and he said his boss told him to go outside and "salt" the walkway, so he went out there with a salt shaker, and sprinkled it on the sidewalk. Ha, ha! That cracked me up when he told me about it.

5:36 PM  
Blogger Zonda said...

Great job on the shovel! Hehe..Chunky looks like he loves his new home ;)

11:22 PM  
Blogger Linnea said...

That is the awesomest shovel ever. And I agree, let Chunky sleep in the box - it's something he'll talk about when he's 80 years old.

Totally off topic, but I went to the OBGYN. Not entering KAYE, but I was overdue, and went, and have never been so elated about a medical appointment in my entire life. "It looks pink and healthy" are wonderful words to the ears.

8:35 AM  
Blogger turtlegirl76 said...

What an awesome going away present! You're so cool. Yeah, you ain't no "Becky". But hey, at least you have a name that can be shortened to a nickname. The best I ever got was "Cris". Bleh.

9:39 AM  
Blogger cpurl17 said...

Like Turtlegirl, I never liked Chris as my nickname. I had it through H.S. though.

Chunky in the box is adorable. Can he keep it through a few more recycle days?

p.s. do you know where I can get some Nikes?

10:42 AM  
Anonymous Another Rebecca said...

I'm a Rebecca too, and my family shortened it to Becky. I hate that name. As an adult I changed it back to Rebecca after toying with the idea of using my middle name.I decided not to go with it when I realized the jokes the come from even mature adults when you tell them your name is "Eileen". Now it's Rebecca and only Rebecca unless you are under the age of 3, when "Becca" becomes acceptable.

Definitely let Chunky sleep in the box. The Boy once set up camp in a box for 2 weeks until the sides blew out on it. The artwork on the box alone was outstanding, but the hours spent in it were incredibly amusing, for him and me!

8:27 AM  
Blogger Carol said...

Wha twould the clients think if they saw you in jeans hauling boxes around??! Goodness. That you might be MOVING????? Heaven forfend.

Coffin, eh? In honour of Halloween coming?

2:22 PM  
Blogger Disco said...

Kids are so funny like that. Mine make camp-beds in their pop-up fire engine. They also have a tent they like to 'camp' in. They would LOVE to have a big box like that to camp in too.

Your ice shovel is too cool. So to speak :0)

5:34 PM  

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