ManBoxes, Take 3

If you are not into all the ManBox drama around the Rockin'Bauer Haus, you might want to just skip this publication. I really hate to keep harping on this subject, but I feel I haven't quite made my point.

And, I really feel that I need to make a point.

To Man.

Let me tell you something, my friends. That boy is in some major denial. While he was reading yesterday's ManBox post (Yes, he reads me religiously - just so he knows what's going on around here.) he piped up and demanded that I "go easy on the ManBoxes". Then he unequivocally proclaimed that there was no way there were 51 ManBoxes lying around the Haus.

Then . . .

(here's where this conversation becomes an exercise in extreme restraint on my part & I knew I should have consumed a preemptory glass of wein)

he told me that some of those boxes were my responsibility too.

My eyeballs still hurt this morning from rolling so far into the back of my head.

His only supporting fact as evidence was that I had also used the old computer at some point. Then he milked that one fact for all it was worth. And declared that I needed to help him decide what to do with some of the ManBox contents because . . .

it all couldn't possibly belong to him. Some of it had to be mine. And, don't forget, you used that computer too!

And, again, there's no way on God's Green Earth that there are 51 ManBoxes. I must have miss counted. And fabricated my photographic evidence.

What

Ev

ER.

Shall I recap for Man those of you a little slow out of the gate and didn't catch on the first two times? There are fifty-one Rockin'BauerManBoxes. These ManBoxes are filled with ManStuff. The ManMobile is parked in the driveway because of the 32 ManBoxes in the garage. I absolutely claim no ownership whatsoever to any of the ManBox contents.

However, I have offered many times to organize & label the very few items we can use and/or need to keep. I have also suggested calling GoodWill to come do a BigA pick-up.

And, I've priced industrial-sized paper shredders.

Upon learning of the number 51, WonderWoman did want to know if the ManStuff was piled into original packing boxes. The answer is YES! This would be a typical ManBox. Slightly crushed after umpteen moves/years and sporting several layers of packing tape & a rainbow of inventory stickers.

And, here's evidence of how long the ManBoxes have existed. The particular box was packed by Aloha International. Hawaii, sometime mid-90's.

I did come across one non-descript box of an ambiguous origin.

I flipped open the top flaps & was greeted by this:

I know it's hard to read - because it's so old - but the publication date is December 5, 1988. Let's see . . . I would have been a junior in high school & this paper was addressed to a TSgt Rockin'Bauer (Who is that?!). Talk about a lifetime ago. I was amused at the Man-written note about this issue having "resume writing tips".

Ok, maybe some things never change.

With just a cursory glance, the box below might appear to be recently packed. The moving company Georg Herrie (pronounced Gay-Org Harry) is located in Neumarkt. For those of you familiar with the Oberpfalz area, you know it's located right up the Autobahn from HoTown. However, this box was sent to storage in Texas 18 months before we ever dreamed of an assignment to HoTown.

This box would have to have been packed in Nuremberg. Early 90's.

sigh

I hope Man considers this post to be an intervention of sorts. I'm here to help whenever he's ready to take the first step. I'll even stop by the Class XI and buy him a case of bier to take the edge off.

Oh, stop! You know I would never dream of getting him drunk and taking advantage.

You know me better than that. I'm not much of a dreamer.

But I am one heck of a planner.