Bag Tag

Okay… I am a fuddy duddy.  I NEVER forward emails… and truth be known, 90% of the time, I don’t read the forwarded emails that I receive.  I know everyone needs a good laugh, but I get plenty of them from the three foot tall comedian I live with.  If you are a Facebooker (there I go again) everyone “tags” everyone else with big long lists of questions you are supposed to fill out about yourself and share.  I don’t know if it’s the tiny itty bitty bit of rebel I have bottled up inside of me that never EVER comes out, or pure laziness…. but I am a fuddy duddy.  I hit delete and go on with my life.  It’s kind of a weird thing though, I enjoy the fact that my friends want to know about me, and that they take the time to send me that stuff… I don’t know why I never participate.

Fun Hater?

Fuddy Duddy?

Either way, today I am breaking the chain!  I am participating in a blog tag from Tanya and I might add… with a willing heart.  Why a willing heart all of the sudden?  Well you know I enjoy sharing my total un-coolness with you… and after this post… I won’t have anything left to prove.  The tag rules went like this…

1. Post a picture of whatever bag you are today – not last weekend when you and your hubby went out to that fabulous restaurant. No cheating!!!
2. Tell us how much it cost. This is a no-judgment zone — there will be no ridiculing or eye rolling here. And, if there is a story to go along with how you obtained it, I’d love to hear it.

So.  Here’s my bag/purse…

I do wish you could touch it.  It is the yummiest softest (a little more cranberry than the photo looks) leather that I. LOVE.  I have a great story that goes with it.  I was home in Terre Haute for a couple of weeks in December and was ON THE HUNT for a new bag.  I have never been a traditional diaper bag carrier.  In fact, I don’t own any bags that are “real” diaper bags.  In my world, EVERY bag is a diaper bag.  I refuse to carry a small purse and a diaper bag.  I just don’t have enough hands.  So for three years now I have just carried a HUGE purse and made sure to call it a diaper bag so that Otey would hold it for me while I went to pee if I needed him to (Otey’s purse phobia is a blog post in it’s self).  I knew what kind of bag I wanted…leather, not black or brown (I have about 5 of those) zipper, short handles.  I found it at TJ Max for $99.99.   I know.  Too much for a bag…. but it was regularly $288.00!!!  SERIOUSLY?!  Who could pass up that deal?  Even after I got such a screaming discount, it still sat with the paper in it for four days while I decided if I was going to keep it or return it.  I loved it… but did I need it?  Absolutely not.  Moral of this story… my selfishness won over my sensibility and I have been carrying it ever since.  I went to the Fossil webpage to find the link for you, but they don’t have it online anymore.  Good news?  I found it on Amazon for $151.20!  Not quite the deal I got, but close! The link is at the bottom of this post.

The bag is HUGE. Like carry a Volkswagen in it huge. I call it a purse, Otey calls it a satchel just to annoy me (satchel is such a yucky word) and my Dad walked in the day I bought it and saw it sitting on the table in all it’s paper stuffed glory and said “That’s a nice suitcase”.

He was serious.

Like I said, HUGE.

What’s in my purse/satchel/suitcase?

If I was actually walking out the door with my bag, it would also house “Mommy’s Blue Drink“, two pacifiers, and my phone.

iPhone Car and House Charger – Although I do love my sweet little iPhone… battery life, not so good

$2.00 – wadded up in the side pocket… who knows

Tylenol – the only thing I can take that’s safe for Grady

Icebreakers – like three months old… do mints expire?

2 ink pens & a sharpie – sharpie for shipping labels and signing autographs… ha.

Spare Key – Just so you know… Chrysler Pacificas are nearly impossible for a locksmith to get into.  I’ve had a broken window as proof.

Size 6 & 3 diapers, wipes, Butt Paste – Size SIX diapers?  Like my friend Julia said… “What’s next?  Depends?”

Kid’s Tylenol, Motrin, Saline, Booger Sucker, & Fingernail Clippers – so I don’t have to repack that stuff evrytime we leave town (weekly)

Business Cards – no one ever asks me for one… just makes me feel like a real grown up.

Bear – ???  Not sure where that came from.

2 Grady hats – G-funk and I like a little variety in our hat life.  Lumberjack, or cute little calf… we’re covered.

Homemade Taggy – VERY proud parenting moment.  I made it for Cooper and now Grady is using it.

Burp Rag – my FAVORITE burp rags… and my FAVORITE baby gift to send.

My foot – needs a pedicure

Grady outfit – he poops.  A LOT.

Grady onesie – see one line above.

Strawberry MiniWheats – great Cooper snack

Sweet Potato Puffs – in case of emergency for Grady

Dried Blueberries – Cooper’s FAVORITE snack (from my Mom’s company).

Carrots, Bib, 2 spoons – We’ve been over this, Grady likes to eat.

Wallet – From Target.  Like $12.  Black and Hot pink.  Wish I had the matching Fossil wallet.  Do they make wallets to match suitcases?

THE sunglasses – These sunglasses are the punchline to many jokes at the McCloy house.  They are the only pair of sunglasses that I have ever had that cost more than $10 and I have been wearing them for FIVE years.  YES.  FIVE YEARS.   My husband goes through an expensive pair of sunglasses about once a year, and so I take great pride in constantly reminding him that I have kept up with the same $75 pair for FIVE YEARS.  Hey Otey…

FIVE YEARS.

The world’s largest blog post about the world’s largest purse.  So Tanya… that will teach you to tag me. 🙂

UPDATE… The $151.20 one sold… here’s the same bag… more $$$