Do you ever wonder why things have to be so difficult? What can possibly be hard about purchasing a trash can and then use it correctly? Probably nothing in your household but in mines – madness!
I don’t know why in this day and time you have to touch the top of the trash can. In my day we had to take trash outside and pick up the lid and place it back down, make sure it was on tight before we came in the house. My jokers have it so easy if they could just figure it out, they should never have to touch the lid. I have purchased several brands of trash cans over the years. Ones that flips up. They don’t work because somebody never sees the can is full and leaves it open smelling the house up with garbage. Swings open. No because everyone had to touch the lid leaving some residue that just makes the can look nasty. I had pedestal to open the tops. But someone used their super human strength and breaks off the pedestal and so on and so on and so on, None of these have worked. Thirty three years of searching for the perfect can. I just gave up.
Well I thought I found it. My friend has an automatic trash can. I was at her house having a coffee break when her grandson walked up to the can and wait for it….it opened and he put his thrash in it and then it closed. WOW! He didn’t touch it any where. It just opened as if he mentally suggested – open sesame! For two hours I watch her family navigate around the can tossing, scraping, even spit trash into the can. I was impressed. I had to have that trash can. I was too ashamed to ask her where it came from but I knew Goggle would know. He sent me to Amazon and I purchased a NineStars Electronic Stainless Steele can that came with a bonus can. Two for the price of one. Impressive, I know right! I even additionally purchased the adaptor because I’ve seen this baby in action and I knew it was a keeper. Shouldn’t have to waste batteries on this life changer. I had to wait a couple of days for it but I was so excited i went to the store and purchased a rug to go under it.
When it came I set it up immediately, prancing around the house like it was Christmas. Days went by and my hopes were slowing dashing. Somebody can’t get it to open. They stand in front of it waving their hands over it, gives up and pushes the backup button because they couldn’t wait a second. Everyone can’t change the bag properly. There happens to be a ring inside the can that you wrap the bag around so it doesn’t show on the outside. Someone occasionally opens it with their hands and leaves it open all night. I’ve even witnessed the can opening and close before the person let go of the trash and it hit the lid as if the person was stammering o op open pen ses sa meeee! Damn, what’s a girl to do?
Titus, My only smart guy can open the can with no problems. He stands in front of it, waits, and when it opens gets his paper towels and let’s it close. At night he throws them around and leaves the mess all over the floor.
That’s right Wonderers, only the dog can do it!
The search is back on! I guess my mom was right, the trash can must go outside for sanity to remain inside.
Thanks for perusing and good night.
Ever get something that you never knew you wanted or even better ~ needed?
Well here it is! A Flip and Fold.
First, I have to admit I am kinda anal about laundry and it makes getting it done correctly (as in my way of doing it) difficult for everyone else so I do all the laundry for a family of six. But now thanks to the gag gift I received over the Christmas holiday. A laundry miracle has happened to my household. I literally just heard an heavenly, “Ahhhh!”
Who would have knew! Something for me turned out to be a gift for every one of them. Now everybody up in here can fold laundry. And guess what? I already ordered another one. This is something I know they are going to try and break. But I’m in it to win it, but I still won’t let them run the washing machine!
I wonder what else is out there I didn’t know I wanted?
Until next time, thanks for perusing.
Good Morning to You Wonderers:
Today didn’t start off to well for Alex. My grandson said to me, “Hey Mom Mom wake up! I don’t like paper on my cheese toast.”
I replied, “I’ve eaten plenty of paste sandwiches in my day and I’m still here. You’ll be fine.”
Hope you have a better morning Wonderers. I’m going back to bed and will try again later.
Good Morning Wonderers
Day 6 – Make a Holiday Centerpiece
One of my neighbors recently did some tree trimming in his backyard and he knows I collect scrapes of almost anything for the musuem’s children art projects that I volunteer on Earth Day. We create art using nature. I had an idea for one small cut of a log. So me and grandson went to work on it yesterday.
Alex and I worked on this one together. When you’ve got wood you can get the boy involved. First we drilled two holes in the log. We then turned it over and hot glued a small branch the length of the diameter of the bigger log to stabilize it. These are the legs. We then shopped around the house for old Christmas decorations.
Alex selected garland. I went for apples and Redbirds clip-on ornaments. I purchased these birds from Walmart after Christmas last year for $.50 a piece. But look around your home and see what you can come up with to upcycle some stray things into one centerpiece. Here’s our results.
Of course it didn’t quite come out the way Alex had hoped. He thought we drilled the holes to make eyes for the log. Maybe next year son.
Have a great day everyone!
I always knew my husband’s sports magazine would be good for something.
J did this craft. Being 4 it took her all day. So moms after school lets out for the holiday, this will be a good one.
3 easy steps:
Fold to the binder
Tuck the bottom in to make it level to stand.
And like J said, “Ta Dah!”
I had some left over spray paint and gave it a spritz of silver. I then put his magazine back in the bathroom where I found it. Not exactly how it was but exactly where it was.
Until tomorrow, thanks for perusing and good night.
I was invited to a Barbie Party by a younger girl friend. I was so excited and also too embarrassed to admit I didn’t know what kind of party it was. In fact, I thought I knew. My version of a Barbie Party was a group of girls getting together to drink cosmos and talk about anything that entered the conversation. I came up with the conclusion you wore pink of course and some sort of mule styled shoes. As the date got closer, I started to get an uneasy feeling about it all. I didn’t want to be out of the know and just ask what is a Barbie party to my friend. I didn’t want to be uncool, so I asked my daughter, who just laughed at me and said, “I wasn’t invited!” Okay she was happy just to leave me flapping in the wind. I just kept my vision in mind and purchased a pair of straight leg jeans. Lord knows I have plenty of pink up in here.
The day of the party I dropped off a plate of appetizers and a salad at the party location. My girl asked if I wanted to see the cake? Sure I did, what kind of friend do you think I am? You my girl, your super excited about your birthday cake. You’ve been talking about it all week. When she opened the box, it was a penis cake? OMG what kind of party was this? It just didn’t matter at this point. I wasn’t gonna show all up in the strip club with no dollar bills! When I got back to the house I asked my daughter if a Barbie Party was a exotic party or a male dancer party or maybe even a toy party? She just laughed and said, “Worse.” Okay, I’m always telling my kids to use their words so I looked it up in the dictionary. The Urban Dictionary and guess what, there is actually a definition in there. I just can’t make this stuff up!
“Barbie party – incapacitating a female and or females by either a club or drug and having your way with their unconscious body or bodies, this is usually performed by the incapacitator alone, friends must be very trust worthy! usually performed only on really hot chicks that you couldn’t get otherwise.”
The only thing I got out of that definitions was, she didn’t know what a Barbie party was either! We are like minded. Besides the cake, her definition was right up there with minds. I missed a fun party.
Good Morning Wonders!
It’s Monday and I actually had some madness over the weekend that I need to share.
I have a back scratcher “The Bearclaw!” but I didn’t know it’s full potential. I bought it at Walgreens 2 years ago just because I liked the way it looked. Having capsulitis I can’t always lift my shoulders and definitely can’t rotate them at will, so this little tool was needed.
Well Saturday while the carpet was being vacuumed I noticed it wasn’t picking up anything. Why would it? Kids don’t pick up anything on the floor they just think the vacuum destroys things like the garage disposal does with limitations. Anyway as I was clearing out the sock,, Legos and dog hairs, the more you pull out the deeper you must go. I used a Pencil, toothbrush, comb end, hanger ( tried it but the bent end deterred my efforts.). I looked around and finally I saw something that I thought would reach, The Back Scratcher!
I was digging and digging and when I went to pull it out, well, it got stuck. I gave it another pull and what? The arm extended. What? I didn’t know that. All this time I’ve been using it to just get to my bra strap and I could have scratched my whole back. I could have gone over my shoulder and scratched my butt if I wanted too. I’m such a dork! Have could I’ve not known. Now the super back scratcher, my new favorite tool is so becoming and has multiple uses.
I’ve used it to reach in and get clothes out of the dryer. Sssh, don’t tell the hubby I still need the pedestal for my washer and dryer. It hurts to extend my shoulder and reach into the back of the dryer. I’m convinced if it was on a pedestal I would be waist level to the opening and then could reach my whole torso into the dryer. That would be better until my back goes out. But I’ve been saved at least for now by my handy back scratcher.
I also used to to change the time on my wall clock.
Now it doesn’t have to be right 50% of the time.
Wonderers I’ll get back to you on all the other things my back scratcher can do. Alex thinks I’m Inspector Gadget. I’ll have to watch the reruns, I’m not sure if that a compliment or not.
Well I’m off to art camp. 🙂
Until next time, thanks for perusing and keep wondering.