Monday, November 3, 2008

Pack Rat...NO MOre!!!


****My kindest son...made me remove his image.***


My two sons helped me clean out my attic before we moved to the house we are currently "aboding"...we became the cliche Empty Nester's who downsize! Hi, I am Ronda and I am a recovering pack rat and this picture is a reminder to me about how silly I can become if left unmonitored!
I worked for Barnett Bank for nine years and I really did enjoy working for this company...the training was top notch and they had great benefits...those are things like insurance, profits sharing, 401k and bonuses! Most companies, mine included don't offer these things anymore! But, I do digress often...
and usually (...) follows it...!
We got the word that Barnett Bank was being sold like everyone else...speculators on the news! Barnett Bank and Nations Bank had stopped selling their stock leading to the news organizations stating that we or they were being bought. Turns out it was the evil "they" was buying "we" and it was very sad! It is a long process as the Bank doesn't want to lose their customers...so you spend many hours telling your customers everything is fine while you watch your friends and co-workers lose their jobs....slowly, behind closed doors...as the customers might notice missing bodies, if it happened all at once.
The process of dismantling Barnett Bank took about six months...I went out to lunch one day and I came back and they were taking the sign off the building...I guess the pressure was too much...as I stood there like a very small girl and cried and cried ...big snotty tears!!! A kind man came over..carefully because really what kind of normal woman cries when a sign is taken down...and he asked if I wanted the letters! I stopped crying and said "Yes!" like it was a normal thing to do! So for ten years I kept those letters in my attic because I just couldn't find the right place to display them.... finally My Hubby, and two sons persuaded me to just let them go and then the two sons did the kindest thing for their slightly deranged mother...they took this picture!!!
I love you Rob and Ryan...you really are the kindest young men!!

12 comments:

jill jill bo bill said...

I think you need to make yard art in your backyard out of them!!! You are so sappy, just like me!!!!!!

Brenda said...

I can't believe you have had those letters for 10 years! They are great!

Jennifer said...

It's funny we had similar decluttering blogs today! I don't know what it s about "pat-ratting" but I do agree that it's hard to overcome!

On the other hand, it's such a great feeling to be rid of all that. I need to get even more hardcore than I was this w/e!!

I think a pic of the letters is the bast possible solution!!

Rhonda said...

You, my friend, are just whacky! And that's why I totally adore you! And even your big snotty tears! lol

Gina said...

You could use them to play Boggle in your yard! Yard Boggle!!! It could be a start of a whole new fad...!!!

Diane said...

LOL... I think we're related. I'm not a packrat but my dad was and my mom still is. My dad totally would have saved those letters!!

It was weird when I got to the bottom of your post... my daughter is Ryan and my ex is Rob... seeing their names together like that threw me :)

Kori said...

That is hilarious!

Amy said...

Ah! Great minds think alike. :)

amelia bedelia said...

i would have kept them too! keep them, maybe one day you will have a grandchild with that name!

Elizabeth said...

Hey, Ronda! Sorry I haven't been by in a while. This is a great post. My packrat family has started taking pictures of our "treasures" before passing them on. I hope you sold these and didn't just toss them. There are people who would want and use them. I would take a "B" just to hang on my wall for my last name!

Mamahut said...

Awe, I'm sorry Miss Ronda, that stinks. I can't even imagine what will happen when I "downsize", it will be huge, and it will be messy.

Mer said...

I am the worst packrat ever. Scratch that. My HUSBAND is the worst packrat ever. He collects BROKEN stuff thinking that he will someday fix it.

Hah.

I can't even get the house we're living in fixed.