Memory Box

Home and bored and locked inside from the cold, will often lead one to wander... I do this from time to time, in those few minutes when my attention isn't focused on the mesmerizing gleam of my computer screen (Facebook). I don't know why, but I rarely watch TV alone, maybe I feel guilty about it or something but reason or not, I hardly do it. So I wander instead, aimlessly around the house until something gains my attention. Tonight it was my "Memory Box". I really wish I had a better name than that-"My Memory Box" because "My Memory Box" sounds too Oprah book club-ish, but I mean, it's a box filled with memories, what else should I call it??

It's recently, in the past years, overflowed into two Memory Boxes and I fear one day you'll see me on Hoarders, clutching on to my prized possessions of movie stubs and receipts, but I feel like I have years until then, or at least a few, so...meh.

Inside my "Memory Boxes" you will find...

• A penny that was half stuck under my kitchen island for 20 something years and was only released after we remodeled
• The Heineken label Pete peeled from his beer and attached to my cup the first night we really hung out, the 1st Christmas Eve's Eve of the many that would follow...Franniversary What!
  
• A note from Whitney from an undisclosed year, but we were obviously young (she signed it "love and stuff" how cute!)
• Paper bag puppets I made with Rylee
• Plane ticket to Spain
  
• The beer cap from the first beer I drank as a 21yr old which I bought from a crack gas station called "Lay Lows" in Orlando before a football game
  
• A Christmas present tag with a special hand written note from my Dad from 2000
• Plane ticket to LA
• My UCF graduation tassel
  
• My original drawings and other 1st versions of my tattoo
  
• A paper fortune telling folding game thingy (do those have an official name?) that Todd and Pete made in college, including such fortunes as "you will get drunk and wet the bed tonight" and my favorite, "you or your girlfriend will find a pot of gold at the end of their vagina"
• Shelby LuLu's doggy tag
• A rose bud from the bouquet my dad gave me for my 18th birthday
• A magnet of The Californian Raisins sitting on a couch from my Grandma's fridge (do yourself a favor and actually click that link, TRUST)
  
• A note from my mom she wrote while bored at the Doctor's office which reads like a high school homeroom note to a friend
  
• A thousand birthday cards
• A penis straw from my sister Coral's bachelorette party

Just to name a few....

I feel stupid talking about this as if I'm the first to own a Memory Box...everyone must have them...right? Or am I weird?

Aren't you happy I skipped all the "OMG I haven't blogged in ages and Wah wah wahhh I haven't really been busy but I'll just say I was because I feel a need for an excuse of non-blogging"? Me too.