The Auction

Written 2009- Posted 2010 a year later,heart is still raw

There is no feeling like the excitement of an auction. When I get there I look around and think, this is someones life. Your whole life put out on tables, wagons, or just thrown in the yard- for people to paw thru and buy cheap. It is sad, ....BUT...... then, as soon as sadness sweeps over me, excitement floods me... there is the thrill of the hunt, finding that one odd item for a good price and tryjng to figure out what to do with it.

This summer I went to an auction that was near and dear to my heart. It was great Auntie Lil and Uncle Oscar's. I always loved going to their house... it was set down a long, steep lane- a treasure tucked into the woods. We always went in the house from the garage, and just walking in the house there was a smell- a mix of baking, kitty's, farming, and woodstove. It was bliss... no one was kinder than these two. The day of the auction was hot and muggy. This time pulling into the lane was different, it was sad. It felt like a piece of my childhood was being stripped from me.

I was sad, really sad. Heart ache sad... my dad was too, he could feel it radiating out of me.

We started walking around the yard and wagons. I spotted a few things that I had to get my hands on. There were 3 things I had to have- like I was prepared to kick some major ass if I did not get them.

They were :

* Aprons

* School Bag

* Cookbooks

Two of the 3 things were the last 2 to go. I waited all day in the heat to get my hands on the aprons and cookbooks, to which thanks to my mom and grandma, have an impressive collection of each. The bidding was down right dragging, then closer, closer, closer my items came up.

Aprons First... there was not a lot of people interested in the aprons, but enough. I did not care the price, I wanted them all... every last one. I am sure when you were a housewife you did not care what apron you wore- you just grabbed one to wear it. I can only imagine where they went- the barn, garden, making lunch.... They are hand made, and wearing one, makes me feel like I was transported back in time. I won the bidding $11.00 a "lot" aka basket... and could choose how ever many I wanted. I took all 4 baskets... and I even shared a few with other relatives that were there and their kids. It was heaven, all the way home I held my aprons and looked thru them, smiling- knowing that they were not just from my auntie, but generations before. Gingham, ric rac, flowers... pure bliss I am PROUD- very proud that I am the recipient of this piece of the past, a piece of my past.

Cookbooks, I thought my dad was gonna get in a fist fight over these... they were arranged in stacks.... some of the old biddies at the auction came just for the old cookbooks. This equaled- being mean and deviant. Some women were "hiding" the old cookbooks then not letting you look at the stacks they were hidden in. My dad is easy going but when I told him what was happening he had to say something. The bidding finally started, I got enough of the cookbooks, I wanted her Betty Crocker that was literally in shreds, and a few others. I said to one woman that was getting pushy and nasty... "You know, it is a BOOK, not a bar of gold.... a BOOK- and I am a relative!" She backed off, but not really. I got what I wanted, I was happy with the cook books, and again, on the way home I kept holding them and smiling.

Lastly, the School Bag... this is the first item that made me get teary, really teary and sad... it was Aunties School bag, beaten, leather, broken zipper.... BUT... it had her name embossed on it... her maiden name- LILLIAN KRUPKE. I imagined her getting this as a graduation gift from college- to start her first teaching job. I was proud. I knew what I was going to do with it too... hang it on my wall with flowers in it. I love it.

I am so glad I have these pieces of her... but it still makes me sad, I think of her often and wish I would have spent a few more minutes with her, learning from her, learning about her... a few more sunny days... sledding on the hills... gardening.... baking... or just being together.

No regrets, just wishes I used my time with her better. I could not wait to go home and show my mom everything I got... for me it was like re-living her childhood memories too... there was no one like Auntie... no one.

Vintage Cupboard with cookbooks and aprons.

Krupke Milk Can

(This was not from the auction, I actually got this from my mom-

it was my grandmas and it sat in her entryway...

it has a proud spot in my home too)

The briefcase! Lillian Krupke



Lillian Krupke up close


Aprons, aprons, and more aprons

I look at these aprons and feel like I am back on a farm...gathering eggs- walking to the stream, or baking the biggest, fluffiest, round cake with white frosting imagineable.

Dammit Patrick, Why?

Good Lord, one more celebrity death is going to send me over the fucking edge. First Farrah, then MJ, Uncle Teddy, now Patrick... another piece of my childhood ripped from me. What the hell is happening in the world today? Im at a total loss here... thank God my mom still has her Swayze Dirty Dancing poster hanging on her bedroom door- she gets a gentle reminder of him everyday. I wish I had mine, but it was quickly replaced when I fell madly in love with Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Finally, your pain is gone... you inspired me to be a braver person when faced with illness, and I will pass along your legacy of dancing to eveyone that knows me.... RIP Patrick

Jon N Kate

PEOPLE LIKE YOU 2 SHOULD BE LOCKED UP
Im not into taking sides on this one, but I think I need to vent before I do something drastic ... like get the Look a Like Kate Baboon Ass Reverse Mullett.

I got this picture off the net, someone with a bigger and better camera than mine took it.... as you can see... Kate is bitching at Jon, probably because he isn't breathing right... or wearing the wrong shoes...whatever

Can Jon get any more INSANE???
I mean come on, go on National TV and bad mouth the ex... why do that????... anyone that watched that show KNOWS Kate is a crazy bitch... she isnt gonna change anything.. you were a DOOR MAT, get over it... go snuggle with your pre-pubescent Ed Hardy wearing plastic surgery addicted toddlers (aka Haley and Kate2). Grow up... you have 8 kids, get rid of your sport car and bust out the van again Daddy-o ... besides you are NOT that hot to have that car.

HI I'm a Calm Cool Collected ...Bitch- yes, on to you Kate... really- he's banging whatever walks by him that is under 17, take the ring off.. .the kids wont care, actually they wont NOTICE... You dont like him anyway, he never does anything right, he dont listen, he doesn't pick up, blah blah blah... so TAKE THE RING OFF! And really, when you sit in an interview and say stupid crap like "He's been abducted by aliens"- Really?, that was a movie when I was 9- called ET... you are just showing your ignorance. Show some emotion, take some responsibility, and for the LOVE OF GOD, get the kids off TV... we dont wanna see you on a ship shooting the Poparazzi, Riding Horses in your PINK hat, hearing them have melt down after meltdown, or beating your kids in the driveway. Be their mother, love them, snuggle them, and show them you are the better person.... and QUIT getting the freebies... you dont need them... quit being such a tw... oh never mind.


NOTE TO J&K+8 I still find I can turn on your show and watch you for 5 minutes, then everytime get pissed off..... you've given the kids everything- and they dont know that every other kid in the US does not have 3, yes 3 $2500 play houses... now just parent like the rest of us. Grow up, act civil, and get a haircut.... let them have a life like we all give our kids... NORMAL. It is time for you to get on with your life... I mean afterall... momma Duggar is still going strong, praying, homeschooling, and on to #19- all while being a soon to be granny... (another day- another post)

That is all for the unoficcial ramblings of this Desperate for Something to Do Housewife.

Happy Humping Day-

Where did this come from anyway? Is it because most of the world is having sex on Wednesday? Is it because you can look at the week and think, "Shit, I'm screwed, I still have half a week to go?" or is it seimply because you are half way over the week? What is the fascination with this expression you ask????

Well, I took it upon myself to find out..... beasically it is another term for Wednesday- meaning that since you are halfway thru the week, it will be like going down a hill from here out until the weekend.

Well, no shit! I never could understand that... who cares, it gave me another post under my belt, I gained a new fan, and like the song says, "Working for the weekend". Can't get here soon enough!

If your name is Kennedy- we are related!

Yesterday when hustling around the house getting ready for work, I noticed Kennedy still laying on the couch in her jammies with a sad look on her face. I said, "Hey Sisser, whats wrong?" Her reply was, "Did you know one of our ancestors died yesterday?" I said, "What? Who?" She looked at me like I was a complete idiot and just fell from the branch of the tallest tree back into civilization and said, "UMMM, yeah, Teddy Kennedy!"

Yep, Teddy, dead, gone... our Uncle Teddy... so there you have it, we are related--- please no autographs when you see us, we are in mourning.

RIP T.K.

Work is a JOKE

Ever have one of those days where you just think that work is a complete joke? Well it is today, why am I here. Between Facebook, Twitter, Hotmail, The Janesville Gazette, African orphan research, and a lunch break I have not accomplished Jack Shit. But, I will continue collecting my big old nice pay check and not think about all the hungry, homeless, and poor ex-GM'ers out there needing my job. I better go, I need to be ready and signed into the system in case my phone rings. I better get up, before insomnia sets in.

Hotter than Haiti

Hello- I see that I am the only fan so far of my blog ... haha!
It has been a hot couple of weeks here in Wisconsin, but this week we have gotten much needed relief, no rain, but heat relief. Which takes me to my first rambling thought: I take air conditioning for granted. I will be the first to admit, I hate the heat, more than anything... well maybe not more than exercising! Walking to the car in heat then getting in the hot car with hot leather seats is worse than any Brazilian wax I think. That is pure hell, insanity, recklessness, and torture. I can't stand sleeping in the heat, existing in the heat. Maybe it is a good thing I do not live in Arizona or any other southern state.
Ok, I am done bitching aobut the heat and the travestry of not having air conditioning. Off to solve more of lifes big questions.
I will be in touch again soon.

Blog You!

Blog You! ... This phrase reminds me of a phrase I say often, only it is not as nice, and it starts with a "F". The in-laws are coming tonight to our house from Iowa. Let me just say that I am far from excited, actually, a Brazzillian Wax sounds like a funner option for me right now. I have a busy weekend planned, and really don't have time to entertain the out-laws as my mother would say. I am not a huge fan of SPUR OF THE MOMENT surprises, this one falling into that category.
I thought I would start off my blog writing carreer with a catch phrase... this sums it up. When I have something to really talk about, I will be back, and in the mean time, I am just going to set up the new toy and play away... no I am not talking aobut the new Super Charged Vibe I just got, Im talking aobut the Blog! BLOG YOU!