Connie, I have the same problem you described, with getting rid of stuff that I know someone else would want, and the thrift store would probably just throw away. Freecycle is totally the place to get rid of things like little bottles! Useful-but-I-don't-want-it things. Freecyclers will take *anything*. Egg cartons, cardboard tubes, broken stuff. You don't even have to meet them. At least around here, the accepted etiquette is to leave the item in an accessible place outside your house, and let whoever's got dibs know where to find it. Some people leave things in their mailboxes.
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I'm not sure there's a Freecycle in my town. And then I'll need to get past Hubby's phobia about "giving away good stuff to people we don't know." Issues. we have them.
Hot damn, taking bits and bobs of leftovers and putting them on warm corn tortillas makes for some pretty good tacos. Especially when you can put some fresh avocado and good salsa on top.
(Leftovers: last bits of baked chicken, Rice A Roni, black bean veggie chili with corn.)
And then I'll need to get past Hubby's phobia about "giving away good stuff to people we don't know." Issues. we have them.
Tim's thing is "But I could NEED that some day!" Never mind the fact that we are both employed and could just purchase the theoretical thing, if the theoretical day ever comes to pass that he does actually need it.
It's frustrating, to say the least. (Of course, I have my own issues, and feel like I don't have the right to suggest getting rid of things, since it's his house and I'm only his girlfriend. As if being his wife would suddenly magically change things. I know it wouldn't, but I let it be an excuse so I don't have to be That Girlfriend who tells her boyfriend what to do in his own house.) (I know it's "our" house now, after nearly 5 years of me living here, but, as I said, I let it be "his" house when I want to use it as an excuse.)
(Issues, we all haz them.) (Along with an attic full of crap.)
Unrelatedly, I am hungover as BALLS. I forgot my head could do this.
In my defense, that was really good rum.
Okay, I got my ticket home bought for my sister's birthday. I only have one extra day to spend with my parents, a day my sister will spend doing airport runs, but I'm lucky I'm getting any time off then at all. And, of course, my extra day tacked on the end to do an ER visit before getting back into the office.
Man, I am really groggy today.
I totally got the benefit of my cousin's packrat tendencies when she gave me boxes last night -- they've lived in that house for years, and her husband was busting on her for keeping them. But now I'm happy about it!
Okay--looking at the makeup sequence for this brilliant Joker cosplay, I feel even more impressed and flummoxed. There's magic happening somewhere in there, dammit. How do his eyes do that? And then his lips? I know you're going to say makeup, but--insufficient!
One of the good things I've created out of my packrat tendencies is that I always have stuff to put in the Bags Of Mystery! that I now sell at vending events.
Thank you, everyone who encouraged me to bid on the pink Bauhaus single. I won it! Now to wait for it to show up in the mail.
I have been making the lists. I have a chore list for everyone in the house (the house, it is a mess, but the arm is better so we must Clean All the Things) and a grocery list.
The grocery list was kind of hard, between it being gross-hot and having the kiddo and husbands food prefs to work around. I would be perfectly happy eating cold pasta salad and cold cereal and cold tabbouleh with hummus and veggies all summer, but neither of them like cold pasta salad -- a texture issue. WHAT? Crazy...
Ugh. And I just slapped on some oldish Bobbi Brown gloss to head to the grocery in a few, and while I LOVE the look and color, I forgot why I rarely use it. It is STICKY gloss. I already have a cat hair stuck in it. I much prefer Smashbox gloss. Ptui!
ita !, what does your sister like? Books, jewelry, home stuff, booze, fancy bits to eat? Perfume? Skin care? Lingerie? Ooh, bamboo nightgowns or PJs! Perfect for anyone. So soft and comfortable, and pretty.