Tuesday, November 15, 2011

One Of Those Weeks

They drew names for our family Christmas exchange this past weekend. Since our family is quite scattered around the state, the list of who got whom was e-mailed in a couple different formats.

I got my list from my nephew Gabe who sent it out to everyone in the family. I opened the attachment, then thought I'd have a little fun. Opening my Microsoft Paint program, I changed the list so that it appeared everybody had to buy my nephew Gabe a gift.

Then I attached my newly edited gift list to an e-mail response that I sent back to Gabe and everyone else in the family. In my e-mail I said, "Mine doesn't look right. Did you somehow edit the original list?"

Soon I got Gabe's response, "I just converted the Publisher file to a JPG image file."

He hadn't even opened my newly edited attachment. But I found out later that my dad did open MY gift exchange list INSTEAD of the original correct list that Gabe had sent.

Why would Gabe send out a gift exchange list where everybody buys him a gift, my dad wondered. He thought it strange enough that he called Gabe's dad, my brother Gary. Gary didn't have any explanation either why Gabe would do something like that.

"Your jokes always backfire," Wendy e-mailed me in response to all the trouble I caused.

Yeah, it's just one of those weeks . . . one of those weeks where nothing big happened, but it's the little things that I recall.

On the downside, I receive a lot of mail every day at work, all of which needs to be filed. One packet I get once a month from a worksite about 50 miles away always comes with a little sticky note, some hand-drawn artwork and a message along the lines of "Have a Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Dave."

This has been going on for years. I post the sticky notes on the shelf by my desk to lift my spirits. But now I find out that the author of those notes no longer works at the same institution that I do. Fired? Quit? Nobody says.

On the upside, I gave the garage a thorough cleaning, even taking a half-day off to finish. My last task was getting down on hands and knees and peering underneath my workbench. And there on the grimy, gritty conrete floor it was! Part of a favorite screwdriver I'd lost well over a year ago. I'd always felt it was somewhere on the floor but never could find it despite several tries.

One of life's little victories. And like I said, one of those weeks.

8 Comments:

Blogger Lynilu said...

I hope you are prepared, at your next family reunion /major get-together, to run the gauntlet, to receive lashes with wet noodles from the whole clan. And don't whimper .... you deserve it.

But it IS funny!!!

7:01 PM  
Blogger Jan said...

My find of the week may not sound as impressive as a screwdriver. But cleaning out a closet floor I found the only fly swatter that gave me 100% accuracy in killing flies. I have had it for 25 years and no weapon has been better.

8:09 PM  
OpenID debroppolo said...

We could form a club--my jokes always backfire too. LOL

It never does me any good to find a long-lost item. I'll lose it within five minutes of finding it. Perhaps, I subconsciously enjoy playing hide-n-go-seek with my belongs. :o)

2:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have a half day today to finish raking the leaves in my backyard. Only the 3rd time this year.

10:05 AM  
Blogger Carine said...

my husband is always telling groaners-rather than editing a guest list-Dave.

after 30+ years, we all know his sense of humor and we just say "come on, just get it over with".

hope your next "joke" is executed to perfection and you won't get the "wet noodle" Lynnilu suggested you've earned!

Hope the rest of the week is as successful as finding the partial tool!

12:40 PM  
Blogger Big Dave T said...

LYNILU--I hear my sister thought it was funny, so I'm kinda off the hook. She's hosting the party this year.

JAN--They don't make fly swatters like they used to. Heck, they don't make anything like they used to. That's why I was so happy to get my old screwdriver back.

DEBBIE--I'm good at losing things too, but one thing about men and tools. They always have a place for those. Everything else just goes on the floor, on a shelf somewhere, stuck in a forgotten drawer . . . '
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ANONYMOUS--That's two more times than I've raked. I handle my leaves in a Biblical way--the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, with the first good windstorm.

CARINE--Chances are I've heard most of your husband's jokes. Now that I think of it, I did play another joke this week. There's a rubber mouse at work, and I moved it to somewhere where it would be more easily "discovered." But next time I checked, it was gone. Didn't hear any screams, so that joke didn't go over either.

1:47 PM  
OpenID debroppolo said...

Dave, thanks for your comment on my blog. If you caught the show, I was the one who resembled Erma Bombeck on a caffeine-high. Nervous, for me, was an understatement.

11:44 AM  
Blogger CAROLDEE said...

Happy Thanksgiving DAVE..sorry I don't get around or blog much anymore. If I get an update on mine once every two weeks it's a miracle. These days I never know what the next day will bring me, so guess I am having just one of those months..Have a nice holiday at least there is NO SNOW!!YAY!

3:49 PM  

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