With the wildfires raging across California, Bossy got thinking of the things she’d want to grab if she only had a few minutes to evacuate her shoe box diorama home.
The first thing would be all of her photo albums:
Next would be this:
And this:
And him:
And Bossy’s son’s baby shoes:
Which will of course remind Bossy to get these:
And then Bossy should grab some important papers:
And she’ll need this:
And because Bossy’s not even half-finished grabbing things, she’ll most definitely need this:
If you need help carrying that giganormous dog, call me – but I get a shot of the tequila!
I would recommend a cloth bag. Paper or plastic will be too flimsy to carry the dog, too.
My dog, my purse, and my own ass. That’s all I’m saving. And maybe some pictures.
The dog could help you gather things, just stick some saddle bags on the dog. Just kidding. Funny post, I would grab the Tequila too.
How weird is it that I have that EXACT bottle of tequila in my liquor cabinet? It was hand-delivered to me by a co-worker upon his return from a trip to Mexico.
bossy and I share similar domestic talent…nice basement. Oh, and don’t forget the family.
Bossy needs to put all the photos on flickr –
My family had to evacuate once (bomb scare! such a story) and I didn’t take a damn thing.
My basement can take yours any day.
I’d take the cat and the cell phone and maybe put on some pants.
My List:
Grab Bossy’s boots because they are awesome.
The end.
We had to evacuate once when the apartment next door exploded in the middle of the night. I put my four cats in a box (had to find them first of course; cats hide) and ran. Yes, it was exactly as ridiculous as it sounds.
Times like this reminds me I take too many pictures! It would take a small truck to bring all the photo albums and baby books! I just pray I never have to decide. I guess as long as I get my kids and dog it would be ok. I am sure I would be lost for life without my pictures though!
Good list! I have put all of our pics on disc and put them in a little box so I can just grab and go. As for everything else, I’d look forward to replacing my 10 year old clothes with my insurance money!
I’d just hold the door for my wife to carry everything out. I’m good at propping doors open.
as many photo albums as i could grab, my portable harddrive with my other 192367634 pictures on it, and my beautiful (discontinued) favorite pair of heels. and my cat.
Bossy has many arms.
Oh, and I almost forgot… when we had to evacuate, the two old ladies upstairs refused to unlock their door because they heard male voices in the hall (that would be the firemen).
Bossy, you make me laugh. Thank you.
Let’s see.
Wedding ring, hard drive (every photo I’ve ever taken of the kids), dog and kids. Everything else can be replaced. Except My great-grandmother’s upright grand piano. I ain’t getting that out, even if I wanted to.
It’s just stuff. I can start over. It would be difficult, but I could do it.
We were visiting San Diego earlier this week and we grabbed everything. But then, we had a while to pack. Actually, considering that most of the elderly folks around us (we were in a retirement place with mom-in-law) never did heed the reverse 911 and then didn’t die, we had all the time in the world.
Photos-Yes. Camera-Yes. Mac-yes.
Papers? ….No.Thank you.
Having lived thru the 1994 Northridge earthquake I can assure you you’ll remember to take nothing and run the hell out of your place so fast your head will spin.
They advise making a GO pack. All papers in a plastic pouch close to the door. Like taped to the door if you’re like me and only remembered to take a case of beer.
I’m thinking it might be smart to keep my files in a backpack that way I can put it on and fill my arms with small children. Maybe the photos should also live in backpacks that can be strapped to the small children’s bags. Maybe everything in my house should live in a back-pack and instead of art we could just hang them around the house on hooks.
This so much reminded me of Steve Martin’s character in “The Jerk” when he was leaving the mansion, penniless … “I don’t need anything but this, paperclip . . . oh and this drink umbrella . . . oh and this ashtray . . . that’s all I neeeeeed.”
Bossy, you crack my sheit up on the daily!
On a serious note though — I feel very badly for all the people that lost their homes in the fires. We’re getting the smoke from the Cali fires here in Vegas today. I can only imagine what it is like in Cali.
Forget the papers, grab the tequila!
I would take: Isabella, the kitty, and Eugene, the laptop. And if I have time, the Shelves of Tacky Things from Around the World (in a bag. I wouldn’t carry the entire shelving unit. Ok. Maybe I would).
You and I would grab some of the same things. I once has a nightmare about it and made a mental list. But I bet a fireman would be pissed at me, if I was like can you just keep spraying while I get all these pictures off my wall. Thanks dude.
You and I would grab some of the same things. I once has a nightmare about it and made a mental list. But I bet a fireman would be pissed at me, if I was like can you just keep spraying while I get all these pictures off my wall. Thanks dude.
I’m quite certain a list would be beside the point. Once I had reached my destination I would find that I had picked up a package of cocktail napkins, a bridesmaid dress, plastic Easter eggs, an almost-gone sleeve of Q-Tips, and a spatula.
Mostly I’m just looking for a way to work the word SPATULA into a sentence.
I have the same eMac, by the way.
Kiddos, cat, Husband…In that order;P
Kids and spouse…dogs…box with titles, birth cert., wills, licenses….photo albums and the family cookbook.
Husband? Check.
Children? Check.
Teddy Brown Tie for Julia and Giant Life-Sized Elmo for Oliver? Check.
Photo album(s)? Check.
Very Old Grandfather Clock Pass Down From Generation to Generation? Check. I’d throw it on my back.
Does Bossy have a handtruck?
To carry all that stuff Bossy must be quite strong.., wow, Bossy is butch. ;P
my son. my husband. and, then i’d make them carry my photos, jewelry box and Manolos.
i am in san diego, and had to actually do the mad grab. what made my list was: laptop, a stack of books, a buhdda head, my kids, dogs, and i’m sorry to confess…my shoes.
I did not leave those plates at your house. I hope that helps you narrow it down a little.
I’d grab BOSSY.
I just looked at the pictures again, after Noelle’s comment, and realized… I wasn’t invited to Bossy’s last party. Excuse me. I need to go cry in a corner.
pretty much what you said, except I have a laptop and more clutter. And two dogs. And a cat. Oh, and a toddler. Crap, I hope I never have to evacuate.
Hmm…haven’t thought about myown list, but I think the Tequila is absolutley essential!
My girlie Poo. My husband. My journals. My wedding album. My first edition of Gone With The Wind signed by Vivian Leigh and given to me as a wedding gift from my late father.
My life.
3 dogs, 3 leashes, 2 kids, 1 husband, 1 bottle of vicodin and a case of water… that should do the trick.
I’ve been (half-heartedly) working to scan old photos into the computer and save them to disk, so really I would just need to grab the dog and the computer. If I had time the important papers. No, jewelry before papers. Oh yeah, and husband. In that order.
The rest could burn- I have such great insurance (and such OLD furniture and household stuff) I would actually come out pretty damn good if the house burned down.
I recommend also taking the file cabinet. After a fire you get a whole new stack of paperwork.
I went into labor with HRH a month to the day before he was due. As such, we had no bag packed. Andy packed while I read the false labor chaper of “what to expect.” When we arrived at the hospital, I had six face cloths and two pairs of his socks. I did wear the socks.
Clearly, I will be the emergency pack and runner. Give me the boys, the huz, the animals, and a bottle of Klonopin and we’re good to go.
Totally impressed with your co-ordinated, very obviously well-organized photo albums, Bossy.
I think that Bossy needs to keep a spare U-Haul in her basement for all of her things!
Your photo albums are color earth-color-coordinated alternately brown and black? Holy ringlike-band-of-muscle-fibers Batman! This hidden shard of evidence has now convinced me that the disarray portrayed in the photos is completely staged.
A Spanish Prisoner indeed!
While I was on preggo bedrest, I scanned every pic and important paper I had, and I store them all on my external hardrive. Once a month, I add all new pics and papers.
So I grab kid, hardrive, and tell hubs to grab my purse collection!
Grabbing my prenup, my photo with Rod Stewart from 1981 and my favorite squishy pillow. The kids and dogs are on there own. Hope they grab the pint of ben and jerrys I just bought.
Bossy is hi-larious.
I’d bring my anonymity, if only I could find it again… (now, where did I leave that thing?)
hmm… wonder if I could train the cats to wear harnesses and cart out the boxes upon boxes of cds I have. Of course they’d also need to grab the photos while I got the baby and all her crap….
All month I have been looking for the perfect pair of boots … and, here they are in Bossy’s blog.
When are you having another garage sale? (*HINT, HINT*)
Too many file cabinets. Not enough alcohol.
BOSSY you are killin’ me here. KILLIN’ me. A basement not neatly organized and ready for a PAR-TAY?
Important papers scattered about?
This isn’t fairing well with my OCD. heh heh
Camera & pic’s would be tops on my list. I’ve thought about this before as well.
We had a chimney fire last year. Mr. Grumpy swears it was because I was not a boyscout and need fire lessions… PLEASE I was too busy doing boy scouts. Anyways I grabbed the kids (Doggies) and got them out of the house and then put on something hot because the firemen were cummin’! Then I mixed some mid-morning cocktails for my guests…
If I only had a few minutes, I’d just get my family out and run! But having more time, I’d add the cats, important documents, photos, and the hard drive that has all our other pics on it.
Yum. Let’s start from the bottom up.
I don’t know what I’d save. I think I’d just run around in a panic until the smoke inhalation made me pass out.
Yum. Let’s start from the bottom up.
I don’t know what I’d save. I think I’d just run around in a panic until the smoke inhalation made me pass out.
i would be in BIG trouble.
i’d have trouble carrying all the shit i’d want to save.
Between herding four cats and an Irish Wolfhound out the door, we would be lucky to grab anything else. I’d be throwing stuff out the windows and causing such a high pile of clothes, pictures, shoes, and other mementos the firemen wouldn’t be able to get close enough to my house to extinguish the fire. I heart stuff.
I can tell Bossy’s boots are made for walkin’……….nice boots Bossy, nice.
The only things I would take would be my pics and my kiddies. The tequila was good thinking though:)
what a great idea for a post…i shall steal it, ok?
You make me so happy, seeing your desk…It looks alot like mine. So, you’re my new best friend.
I think I’ll probably die in the fire, because i’ll be running around trying to save all the worthless stuff I’ve collected over the years.
I play this game all the time – and oddly, I think we have the same camera (D70s?) and the same bottle of tequila that somebody gave me and which sits there in it’s perfect for an emergency size waiting for the emergency to arise.
Also-bossy recommends a terabyte harddrive so you can grab all your data in one swoop leaving more carrying space for giant dogs (in my case two cats) etc.
Personally, I think I’d have to go down with my ship because I’d never get over losing my art – I mean one could say it’s just stuff but it’s MY STUFF and I loves it.