Counter recycling?

The question tonight is this: What does one do with a "green" shopping bag when it can no longer be used? I'm talking about the shopping bags you take to the grocery with you so you don't have to get paper or plastic on the way out. Well, one of mine ripped today - as I always use them - and I was faced with this dilemma. I mean, I obviously can't keep a bag with a giant hole in it. And, it's not the type of bag that can be sewn up and fixed. When it's done, it's done. Thus, I found myself in a earth mama quandary today and I had to throw away one of these bags. It was weird. I'm not sure what it all means.

The Ring (is always watching)

Ok, so I missed a post yesterday. That means I officially owe this blog two posts. I won't forget it!
Today, I'm eighty-sixing a ring I found next to my car one day in the parking lot. It's OK, but it's not something I would wear and it's a touch too small for me. I'm giving this away to someone, but I'm on the fence as to which person, but believe me, it's going. It really doesn't have many wear marks for sitting outside on the pavement for who knows how long. It might have belonged to a neighbor we had some time ago that wasn't very nice. Let's hope her karma hasn't worn off on it.

Not so much Ooh La La

I found a kit I bought so that you can give yourself a French manicure. You put these little lines of sticky paper just under where you nail ends. You paint your entire nail one color, and then you paint the space past where the sticky paper is, the very tip of your nail, a white color. The idea is that it will look like you've received a professional French manicure. Well, it's really just frustrating to even attempt to do this. The little stickies get stuck to each other, the natural nail polish bleeds into the white nail polish, and there really isn't a good result (unless you want to be angry). Thus, there is no reason for me to keep this kit. It's in a word: pointless.

Sarah

These are facts: A driveway is for parking; A parkway is for driving; My name is not Sarah. I was walking to the store today when a young woman said to me "Hi Sarah!" It was odd, because I didn't know what to do. I thought If I don't respond, this girl will seriously think Sarah is a major mean girl until she sees her again (if she even wants to see her again). Then I thought If I say something and act like I'm Sarah, does that make me crazy or am I just doing the right thing for Sarah's sake? If I do act like her will this person then try to have a conversation with me? Then, will it become obvious that I'm not really Sarah, but her dishonest doppelganger? I will leave it to your imagination as to what I did in this situation because that's who I am!
On to the eighty-six...our cats have lots of toys, but when they rip one to shreds it has to be trashed for the safety of them and for me - I can't afford a ridiculous vet bill for the extraction of something from my cats' intestines (believe me, it's happened before to the tune of $1200). Anyway, one cat toy in the trash for tonight.
Good night, Sarah!

Tea Time

I thought about having a cup of tea earlier this evening. I discovered some tea that expired in 2005. It brought me to the question: Can tea really expire? Anyway, it doesn't really matter as if you've had something since 2005 and haven't used it you aren't going to so why keep it? It was echinacea wellness tea (or something along those lines). There was a little, cuddly koala bear on the cover - because that makes sense. There were only a few packets missing. I think the problem for me is I just like regular tea, green tea, or earl grey...everything else is just kind of something I try once and never end up sticking to it. I feel bad throwing tea out, but it's so old I'm a little scared of it. Thus, it has been trashed.

Forced into naturalness

Every now and then I get an itch to wear a fake eyelash or two. I'm not talking the full set, like drag queens and the ladies of Jersey Shore wear, I just mean a couple extra lashes on the end to make my eyes look nice. Well, I was thinking about this Saturday and came across my lashes and the adhesive. I thought the adhesive would still be good - even though I've had it for years and haven't used it in a long time - but it wasn't. When I took the cap off it was like something had died in that little tube. And, when I squeezed the tube to force a little of the adhesive out, the smell was putrid. Needless to say, it went straight in the trash. I probably should have called Hazmat to properly dispose of it. I guess that's what I get for trying to be pretty.

Ouch

I'm fresh off a lovely dinner with my girlfriends - one of which is my friend Diane. If you've been following my eighty-sixing, you know I eighty-sixed a pair of satellite-esque earrings she bought me some time ago (can't remember exactly when). See "Satellite Feed" post from February 7th. After having a delicious dark chocolate and sea salt caramel together, I think all is right between us!
Anyway, tonight's post relates to the fact that almost nothing goes back into the package from whence it came. So, the real question is: Why do I keep the packages that once housed these objects that never return to their original home? Dear folks, that is the whole point of this blog, that my mind doesn't function like a normal person; a person that would say "I'm going to recycle this/throw this out because I will never use it again!" Okay, maybe a normal person wouldn't say they're going to recycle something, but they should! As I can't stop digressing, I will now get to it. I found a plastic cylinder that once housed and ice pack I bought after a calf tear. I know, ouch. Anyway, there is no possible way the ice pack is going back in this now too cramped cylinder. Thus, it is bound for the recycling bin.