The ABC's of crap in my purse

Disclaimer: Yes, that is a pricey Fossil purse with paint on it. But in my defense, it was a gift from my sister. She feels sorry for me because I have chosen to live a life devoid of overpriced accessories, so she buys me expensive purses, Pandora bracelets with coordinating overpriced beads to go with, and other fancy stuff for Christmas and birthdays. I had no idea how much that purse costs until I went to get one without paint on it. After pricing them, I decided my purse had character. I bet no one else in town has a chocolate brown Fossil Sutter Crossbody flap bag (don't think I didn't have to do a Google image search to figure out what kind of purse it is) with off-white trim paint strategically dabbed on the credit card zipper pouch. Katdish: trendsetter (CHECK!)

I'm really liking Twitter. There. I said it. (How's that for a segue, huh?) Now, I'll also say this: my friend Steph at the Red Clay Diaries was right. Yeah, Steph. You guilted me into it, but I'm glad I came around. It's really opened up a whole new world of Internet peeps for me, and as you all know, I don't spend nearly enough time on the computer. For example, this chick named
Mandy Thompson started following me. So I go check out her twitter page and her blog. Turns out, she's just like me, except that she's an incredibly gifted musician and is cool. She thinks I'm cool, too. But let's not let that cat out of the bag just yet. She'll figure out what a dork I am sooner or later.

Anyway, Mandy recently wrote a post dedicated to stuff in her purse. It looked really professional with corresponding letters to the stuff all nicely laid out. There was a purpose for everything she had in there. Contrast that to Steph's post awhile back about stuff in her purse. Which is waaayyyy closer to what is in my purse. As it should be, as we are the same person, just in the alternate universes of Texas and Georgia. But I digress...

I really liked the way Mandy lettered the items. So, in attempt to copy her (cuz she's cool), I attempted to do the same with the items in my purse. You would think that someone who actually paints murals and custom artwork as a trade would be able to use the paintbrush function on her computer. And you would be wrong. Painting with a mouse is nothing like painting with a paintbrush. I pretty much suck at it. But still, it took me a long time to designate letters to items from my purse in no particular order, so I'm going with it. Ladies and gentlemen, the ABC's of crap in my purse:


A) Rudy the cat. He is not now, nor has he ever been in my purse.
B) My second Blackberry. I upgraded from my first Blackberry when my dh decided he needed an iPhone. Some people never get a brand new car. I never get a brand new PDA. (Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I dig it.)
C) My business cards, "Ragamuffin Child Interiors" I realize the "child" part is redundant, as the definition of a ragamuffin is "a shabbily dressed child". But would you hire a painter whose company name is "A shabbily dressed child Interiors"? Me thinks not.
D) Large stack of random receipts. I think it's important to keep receipts. Why? Because my husband says so.
E) Pens that I can never find, but have obviously always been in there.
F) Giveaway mirror from my old church.
G) Oil blotting sheets. People, I am very shiny! Those paper toilet seat liners are also great for blotting the excess oil from your face, but by using the little blue sheets you will draw way less attention to yourself in the ladies room. (You're just gonna have to trust me on this one.)
H) Orbit gum - I tease Pete Wilson about chewing gum during interviews, but I'm a fairly prolific gum chewer myself. (Don't tell him I said that.)
I) Eye wetting drops from when I had lasik surgery a year ago. Hey, you never know.
J) Broken pieces from a cheap tic tac toe game that my daughter asked me to hold for her last month.
K) No-slip ponytail holder. I swear by those, especially if you have thick hair.
L) Leftover nail glue and orange stick that I used to apply Lee press-on nails to my ugly man-hands whist attending Catalyst One Day in Alpharetta, GA.
M) Several tubes of lipstick that I almost never wear. Also, one of them is a highlighter.
N) A Speert purse hook. You set the square part down on the edge of a table, and then you can hook your purse on it. Another fancy gift from my sympathetic sister. I've used it once: the day she gave it to me at lunch.
O) Bed, Bath & Beyond and Linens n' Things 20% coupons. You never know when you'll need to buy someone a Snuggie. (I know LNT is out of business - I threw it away.)
P) A bulletin from a church where we guest-led worship a couple of Sundays ago. (Okay, it was mid-January. Are you beginning to see a trend here?)
Q) Business account checkbook.
R) A bag of gourmet coffee that they were giving out at Catalyst One Day.
S) A bag of airline pretzels.
T) A foil pack of Gas-X. (I know, I know -- TMI.)
U) A copy of "Making your Mark: How to leave long, annoying comments on other People's Blogs" by Wordy McTypesalot. You never know when someone's going to ask you for your autograph. It hasn't actually happened yet, but I'm ready!
V) Wallet by "The Sack". I love that wallet, but I don't keep any credit cards or ID in there. It's basically a fancy junk drawer for my purse. I'm pretty sure Waldo's in there.
W) Credit card zipper pouch where I actually keep my credit cards and ID. Incidentally, I almost never use credit cards. I should take most of those out of there and put them in my wallet.
X) Huh....apparently, there is no "X". But I'm not redoing that picture! (Man, I hope Angela doesn't read this. That will drive her nuts! I swear, Angela; I did not do that on purpose this time.)
Y) Tres muchos denaro. (Dang. I'm practically bilingual!)
Z) Correct change for nothing in particular.

I suppose my purse (and the center console in my Jeep) are very much like this:



To my guy readers. Sorry. I hope you didn't get any girl cooties while reading this post. I'll try to write a post with some fart humor and/or gratuitous violence to make up for this one.


Wow. That was a really long post about the contents of my purse. I'm actually kind of embarrassed. But not embarrassed enough not to publish it. (Hit "publish post".)