tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post3124232493922543179..comments2023-04-27T09:09:49.945-05:00Comments on Making Peace With the Wrong Side of 40: Where does all this shit come from?Cindy Lou Whohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-16210093391789040962012-11-11T07:58:22.157-06:002012-11-11T07:58:22.157-06:00Ooh, good question! I use the reusable ones myself...Ooh, good question! I use the reusable ones myself, except for at convenience stores because I use those bags to clean my car (and let's not get started on how the trash in the car multiplies) and the bags multiply in the car. Until I actually go to clean it, at which point? No bags. Definitely some sort of invasive species.Cindy Lou Whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-15318128803609902972012-11-11T01:32:13.874-06:002012-11-11T01:32:13.874-06:00And what's the story with the plastic grocery ...And what's the story with the plastic grocery bags? I even bought trash cans the same size so I could be all green and use them and not buy trash bags. But I swear when you put them under the sink they have some kind of plastic bag orgies. Or cloning. They make rabbits look celibate. But every time I purge, I suddenly have no trash bags. Even though I know I just bought groceries. Could they be an alien life form, put here on earth to drive us nuts?jerinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-52319236863912839262012-11-09T19:36:34.817-06:002012-11-09T19:36:34.817-06:00My mom taught me to iron when I was a kid. I'v...My mom taught me to iron when I was a kid. I've always done my ironing, although there are days (like the one where I ironed all those shirts for Sunshine) when I'm crying and slinging snot the whole time. I have many long reasons that I continue to iron, maybe I'll write a post about them. It actually gets real deep, and would probably reveal more than I'm comfortable with, which means I should definitely do it; if not here, then over at the band.Cindy Lou Whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-38762517604977062112012-11-09T15:09:17.943-06:002012-11-09T15:09:17.943-06:00I am trying to purge, but am so far failing to get...I am trying to purge, but am so far failing to get the kids on board with it. Also, you iron? You are a saint, woman. triplezmomhttp://www.triplezmom.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-69805465736661680032012-11-09T14:23:41.396-06:002012-11-09T14:23:41.396-06:00Oh, they do. It is part of the capitalist marketee...Oh, they do. It is part of the capitalist marketeers' conspiracy to get us to buy more stuff because our clothes aren't cool enough amd our kitchen gadgets aren't specialiized enough and our armputs are the wrong color.Cindy Lou Whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-89353294501170618452012-11-09T13:34:53.672-06:002012-11-09T13:34:53.672-06:00I am convinced if I put junk mail on the kitchen c...I am convinced if I put junk mail on the kitchen counter it breeds in seconds so that by the time I make my way back into the kitchen there are 10 sale fliers. carol annehttp://www.soapboxville.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-57830252192247271592012-11-09T11:27:33.976-06:002012-11-09T11:27:33.976-06:00I refuse to keep those fuckers when I see them in ...I refuse to keep those fuckers when I see them in hotels. They always manage to breed ON THE WAY HOME. Thank heaven Sunshine finally quit collecting them!Cindy Lou Whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-68575826360575996002012-11-09T11:26:22.354-06:002012-11-09T11:26:22.354-06:00I will say that at least Sunshine isn't as fuc...I will say that at least Sunshine isn't as fucked up as my 2ndphone husband, who in the late 90s refused to get rid of boom boxes from the early 80s, because he might need parts. Cindy Lou Whohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369628893088728744noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-33001131699867713002012-11-09T11:06:23.450-06:002012-11-09T11:06:23.450-06:00I once took all my trial sized shampoos and dumped...I once took all my trial sized shampoos and dumped them into an empty shampoo bottle - it was the best shampoo I ever used. Trial sized shampoos will also breed in captivity - keep an eye on those suckers.Jeanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01181366332027238651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6393283123747063306.post-67379394704139031632012-11-09T10:57:05.039-06:002012-11-09T10:57:05.039-06:00Oh darling, the field day you would have with my b...Oh darling, the field day you would have with my boyfriend and his father. While I do tend to hoard certain things, I'm all about throwing other stuff away. While attempting to sort out the FIL's paperwork, I discovered a receipt for fast food from 1994. He paid cash, it was under five dollars for Pete's sake. NO IDEA why he kept it. <br />You have inspired me, though. I'm gradually clearing out items I can't wear anymore and either giving them to friends, donating them, or using the fabric for fun things. <br />Love you more than chocolate and warmth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com