Purse alert

I got tagged by Suzanne in this what do you carry in your purse meme. On occasion, I am a good sport with time to kill so here goes:

Wallet – not anything exciting I am afraid, stuffed with pennies in the change compartment, bank cards, credit cards, health insurance card, and SIN card. I absolutely adore the fact that I live in a country that issues you an official “SIN” card. For the non-Canadians out there, the SIN cards stands for Social Insurance Number which is comparable to a Social Security card.

Now on to the actual purse:

Purse sized bottles of L’Amariage and Happy. Whatelse does a woman need? Organza! Note to self: look for a purse size bottle of Organza. Do they even make purse sized bottles of Organza?

Lipstick (terra cotta red) keys, gym card, reading glass case – glasses are (of course) currently on my nose, security passes (work & home), Werthers, Blockbusters card, keys.

Passport - I really shouldn’t carry around my passport and not only because the picture is absolutely horrid. Note to the wise - don’t be cheap and go for the black & white photo – pony up the extra $4 bucks and get the colour pictures. It’s amazing how much older I look in that picture then I do now considering the fact that it was taken 4 years ago. I had very short hair and for the first time I noticed that I bear a striking resemblance to my Grandmother Rose at the time of her death. I have actually had custom’s agents ask me if it really is my passport and requested addition ID to back-up the passport. The truth is I can’t bear to not carry my passport. Blame my Gypsy heart. I need to know that I can flee at anytime and can travel anywhere.

Health card – much better picture though I do look very dark, and the hair is rather unkempt looking. Plus there is a rather wild look in my eyes and expression to my face. I really loathe the thought of having to show up at the Ministry of Health to get a new picture taken next July. The last time I was there the clerk propositioned me and I had a hard time getting away from him. Frankly, I don't have the slightest desire to play Cougar to his Mrs. Robinson fantasies.

Extra Strength Advil and Aspirin – blame the dancing.

And finally, my Ipod Shuffle, my new best friend.

Now to the tagging thing – I really hate to tag anyone for anything, and usually prefer to let this memes die with me, but I am being a good sport. So I tag Glenda because summer should be over now and I want her to get back to blogging because I miss reading her over coffee. And I tag Suzy Snapper, who I am sure has much more interesting things in her purse than I do and I bet, unlike me, she carries pictures of her love ones. The final tag has to be Wendy because I just know that whatever she carries in her handbag is what all real women should be carrying and I probably could use the instruction.