Friday, June 29, 2007

The Perfect Storm/Packaging

It is true that chaos attracts more chaos. Remember that movie a few years ago about a big storm on the ocean or something (never saw it) where many different conditions came together to create that "perfect storm"? Well, the perfect storm arrived at our house this week. Remodeling, car issues, people moving, not moving, plumbing issues, painting, furniture delivery (fun, btw), YW, VT, etc. have made a happy chaos over in these parts. We are determined to keep our sense of humor and happy countenances though.




A lingering (and unrelated) issue with me is the innate inability I seem to have been born with to open things that are packaged. Even simple things like cereal boxes and cake mixes give me trouble. Even if I manage to get it open, chances are it is upside down. Yesterday I wanted to give my granddaughter a cheese stick and by the time I figured out how to peel it open, she wasn't interested any more. You know those bags that are sealed on top and then have zip locks for after you have opened it? Not my friends. Who invented "child-proof" lids, anyhow? It doesn't stop the kids, only me. I have to hand the bottle to the children to open it. And how about the lids that are put on at the factory by a big machine, and then they expect me to twist them off? Puh-leeeeeease. And how did my mirror arrive in the mail yesterday with the box so taped up that you would think the keys to the kingdom were inside, cushioned with half of the world's Styrofoam sheeting (which disintegrated into a hideous mess as I removed it), and the heavy wood frame was damaged/cracked/crushed. Was someone shipping an elephant in the box which happened to be on top of my mirror? The words "open here" are completely frustrating to me. It is just as hard "there" as anywhere else for me, but everyone around me zips the corner off and has the contents eaten before I find my scissors. I guess my husband's old saying "It's not what you want but what you get that makes you fat" could actually bless my life...I can't get the package open. I suppose I'll just maintain my friendship with my scissors and pocket knife and move on.

6 comments:

angieinpink said...

mom...you are indeed hilarious.

Spuddud said...

BTW, you didn't mention that I was away on a business trip this week, so you had to manage the perfect storm by yourself. Which you did wonderfully, I might add.

HooHoo said...

Bless your heart, you are hilarious. I am so with you on this subject though. The super hi-polymer (or whatever) plastic stuff is impossible. Of course I can't even open a pack of gum. So sorry that your mirror was messed up, ARGGG! You are an amazing lady however and I'm sure no one could tell about your storm alert.

runningfan said...

So I think it's funny that I introduced you and Angie to that fabulous cereal and now my Costco doesn't carry it. Ironic, eh? I sooooo miss it. If we connect in August in Utah I might have to have you bring me some!

joeyship said...

My dear sister! It MUST be genetic, and we definitely share that gene. I hate those catsup (and other bottles) that, first, have a cellophane-ish ring around them. I have SUCH a hard time with those seemingly simple devices. THEN, you finally get it off (after risking your fingers with a sharp knife) and start to pour catsup on those fries. You suddenly realize nothing is coming out. There's a little protective paper/foil disc glued to the neck of the bottle, under the cap. They look so easy to pop off, but NOOOOOOO. I end up getting a knife, poking it through the top and peeling it off in miniscule pieces. By the time I'm done, I have foil shreds in the catsup bottle and cold fries. I hear ya, sista! ARGGGHH!!!!!

Emily, Julia, and Annie said...

I have the idea that if the food item is too much work to open, it is not worth the reward. Examples include sunflower seeds and Hershey's kisses. Too much work for not enough reward.