Intro: a semi-daily, indulgent blog about one woman's war on too much stuff (including pounds), one teeny-tiny battle at a time - by ridding herself of three things a day.
Have you ever tried to sneak your way through a supermarket express lane that's 10 items or less with 14 items because you figure that since 5 items are the same thing (like, 5 apples counting as "one" thing) you can get away with it?
I've done that.
Now that I've worked at a supermarket for 9 months, I don't do it anymore.
If are a line cheater/squeezer/fellowshopper
disser and you think the cashier doesn't care, I assure you they most certainly do. Of course they should never, EVER say anything to you, but rest assured they're judging you in a very petty and annoyed way.
One person gets in line with 11 items, then next with 13, the next with 21 and the next poor person with 6 is standing there seething. Or at least I am. I have this thing about following the rules. I think they call it being "tight-assed." Anyway, do us all a favor and get in the right line. If you don't want to wait in a line that's not express, make a complaint to the manager. That's what they're paid for. They will not take it personally - they will no doubt find the closest assistant manager in hearing distance and make them take care of it and they will then have something to complain about when they go out for a few beers with the other assistant mangers that night.
After all that self-righteousness, I totally cop to being a dirty line cheater: the "it's all the same thing so it's one item" strategy to today's toss.
1. Measuring spoons. I measure everything. Mostly. Measure, measure, measure. I kid you not, I can cut 1 oz of almost anything by sight and the weight in my hand, and I have the scale to back me up. But before I acquired this amazing skill, I bought waaaaay too many measuring spoons, because we have to buy them in leetle teeny-tiny sets, don't we? And all I really need is one 1/4 tsp, one 1/2 tsp, 2 or 3 tsps and about a hundred (or, like 3-4) tablespoons. THAT would be a useful set. What you see pictured either does not include the above or is supposedly the above but in reality is woefully inaccurate.
Result: donation box. Always looking for household items. I now have a box started for this purpose. I get a call about once a month to leave stuff on my porch.
2. Chopsticks. A gift. Sentimental value. From a friend I no longer see. They kind of make me sad when I see them in my drawer, as I miss my friend. I don't use them to eat, as I have a porcelain set that represents a trip I took with a friend that I DO see and I do use them. I tried wearing them in my hair the other day (holding an oh-so-chic-bun in place) to see if I could get some mileage out of them. Despite some kind compliments, I stabbed myself in the neck too many times and nearly tore a hole in the ceiling of my car as I entered it. Good-bye.
Result: normally I'd re-gift this kind of thing. Due to the attached sentiment, better to donate. Promise I'll wipe them off with alcohol first.
3. Trader Joe's Sipping Chocolate. This is not your Swiss Miss Cocoa. This is rich and thick, almost like drinking heated up Hershey's syrup. It's delicious. On the other hand, I never drink it; it's seasonal, and someone thin and athletic might appreciate it more than I do. If I need a liquid chocolate fix (and I never do -- I have powdered mix that expired in 2003), I have a fresh box of DIET Swiss Miss.
Result: took it to work. Someone will drink it.
Keeper of the Day:
Originally on the "discard" list, this little figurine has me puzzled.
It was a gift.
I no longer want it.
It used to represent an inside joke.
I think it's ugly ugly ugly.
I moved to discard it.
And then looked it up online.
It's actually worth something. This is the first piece in this series that has monetary value. This is NOT a pitch to sell it here on SparkPeople, that would be disgusting. But given that I have everything a collector would expect from a retired collectible, I hesitate to just toss it -- the equivalent of flushing money down the toilet. I'll hold it for a bit.
I hope it's not a slippery slope.
Nah...... it's real real real ugly. I mean, unless you like that sort of thing.
"Organize, don't agonize." ~Nancy Pelosi