To Tweeze or not to Tweeze

There are good pairs of tweezers and then there are bad pairs of tweezers (and why are they called "pairs" anyway?). As with all things, when you buy cheap you get what you pay for; thus, today's eighty-six features a pair of tweezers I probably got for a dollar. You just can't pluck anything with these tweezers as they just don't have the sharpness on the ends to grab a brow hair. They've sat idle for some many months in our medicine cabinet and now I've decided it's time they are trashed. I won't miss them and I don't feel like they're something worth donating as that's weird and, like I said, they're useless.

Laser

Well, it seems yesterday - because I was working on another writing project - I forgot to eighty-six something. AH! Don't worry, I know in order to stay true to my resolution that means there must be two eighty-sixing ventures in one day coming up, but that day cannot be today as I'm too busy currently! But, today's eighty-six is one that always makes me smile. It's mostly because I don't know how someone found out that cats are completely amazed by laser pointers, but the fact that someone discovered this offers tons of entertainment for both me and our cats! But, alas, the lasers die and/or break quickly. The good thing is that you can buy them at any gas station for a couple of bucks and get right back to torturing, I mean playing with, your cat(s). But, today a laser has to be trashed due to, well, overuse. Don't worry, our cats definitely need exercise. I only feel bad when thirty minutes after using the laser pointer they are still staring at the wall wondering when the red beam will again appear!

Expired

This weekend is all about paper clutter in my home environment. Yesterday, it was junk mail. Today, it's the coupon "area". I say "area" as I have many places I keep coupons, even a handy organizer I can stick in my purse, but most of them are stashed in between my stove and my knife block. I found some really old ones today - one that expired over a year ago that got lost underneath the other pile of coupons- and some that when I cut them out I must not have been thinking because I don't even buy that product (and never would). Again, this is all good timing due to the paper drive at the local park. While I do use coupons on a regular basis, I do find myself wondering why I cut so many out and they never get used. Anyway, while the actual getting rid of paper clutter may seem like a lame eighty-six idea, my kitchen table - another coupon "area" - and the original "area" between the stove and our knife block looks a lot better. Overall, I'm feeling pretty good about the way eighty-sixing has gone this weekend (even though this rainy weather isn't helping with my attitude).
Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

You've got junk mail!

It seems that every few months I accumulate mass quantities of junk mail that I stack on a desk, on the kitchen table, or here and there. I suppose I think it will just get rid of itself if I don't look at it. Then, one day, like today, I just realize it's out of control and the problem must be addressed. Over the years, I've become a favorite of many bleeding heart causes - I assume this is because my address was leaked when I subscribed to some magazine (probably Vegetarian Times as it seems like an easy target) or because I gave money to the Humane Society. Either way, it seems I get unbelievable amounts of junk mail. This evening, I went through all of it and sorted it out; I discovered that most of it truly is junk mail so it has been placed in my paper recycling bin. This is a good thing as they're having a paper drive at the park nearby; thus, this eighty-six is good for me, the environment, and my community. Ah...I'm feeling better already!

Press On

Every now and then - like when one of my friends gets married - I feel like it's a good idea to buy a press on nail kit. The fact of the matter is that this is never a good idea. Unless you go to a nail salon and get your nails put on professionally - which I DON'T recommend as those places are not well regulated and I once knew of someone who had to have the tip of her pinky removed due to gang green from a fake nail gone bad - a nail will not stay put. And, it really makes sense if you think about it - you're trying to glue something over your nail to look like a nail. In my life, I've learned that most things that are layered on top of one another - wallpaper to give a good example - just don't end well (besides dessert, of course). So today I find myself deep in the hall closet again where I found a press on nail kit I must have bought in a weak moment for a special occasion. When I look in it I see that it contains most of the nails that came with the package, which simply means I put a few on and then said forget this and put the box away in the closet. For some reason I always think it will end differently; it never does.
So I say be proud of the nails you have - or don't have - and forget about this fake stuff.

Heartfelt

I have a million little trinkets I've received at conferences I've attended. Today, I part with a bracelet I received at a conference regarding women's health, more specifically, heart health. While I find this little bracelet to be cute, I'm not ever going to wear it. I do think my friend Heather's daughter might like it, because while it is red it's also kind of pink and that's her favorite color. Plus, what kid doesn't like gifts! The next time I see her I'm going to give it to her...now I need to find something to give her son so he knows I'm not playing favorites!

Broken Hearted

Now, I've never been one to throw away candy. I mean, that just sounds ridiculous. But, I've known there is a really old bottle of cinnamon red hearts up in my baking cabinet for a long time. I think it's probably been up there four years as I know I haven't used them in about that long. I think I haven't thrown them out yet because they are candy, and candy is delicious and surely somewhere it says it's a sin to throw a heart-shaped piece of cinnamon candy in the trash! I opened them and they still smell cinnamony delicious, but when I squeeze one the texture seems like it could break off a tooth. So, I find myself being a person I can't stand: a person that throws away candy. Well, I'm done shrieking and this candy is eighty-sixed as of one minute from this post. I think I will buy a candy product to replenish this one tomorrow as to not anger the candy gods.