A couple of weeks ago our toilet flooded for the SECOND TIME since we have lived here. I'm sure it makes Mike and I look bad like we are flushing some crazy stuff down the toilet, but I swear to you we do not abuse that toilet in any way. It just likes to overflow once in a while so that we have to give it attention. Toilets are needy.
Let me tell you just how fun it was when I discovered the latest wrath of the toilet. I had just woken up at an ungodly hour to get ready for work and as a shuffled in a sleepy stupor into the bathroom, I made it halfway to the toilet before I noticed something wasn't right. Then I felt the cold wetness creeping into my slippers and an equally cold realization crept into my head.....the toilet had flooded during the night. Surprisingly, I didn't freak out because the only good thing about having your toilet flood is having a landlord to pass the problem off to. I woke up Mike and he called the landlord and by noon we had a plumber over. He said roots were blocking the pipes, possibly from the neighbor's tree or left over from the trees we used to have in our yard. He could unclog the drain, but the clog would likely return if ALL THE PIPES where not replaced. So much for a simple fix. I don't know if the landlord will ever have the THOUSANDS of dollars it would take to replace the pipes, but until then I was instructed - no Charmin toilet paper and no flushing tampons. I don't care about Charmin, but being a women, I am slightly annoyed with the tampon thing. Oh well. I guess it's the least I can do to be free from having to pay a plumber.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Living The SIM Life
I have never been big on video games. I like a little Mario, or Donkey Kong, or Zuma, or Amplitude here and there, but I'm never yearning for the next game to come out like some people do. However, there is one game that has stood the test of time - SIMS. If you don't know what SIMS is then you must live in a dark hole somewhere. For all you hole-dwellers, SIMS is a game where you make a character and you live an ordinary life with that character. You eat, sleep, work, travel, play etc.
Some people may wonder what is so great about living an ordinary life in video game form. The answer is simply because you can be anything you want to be without fear of real-world consequences. Have you always wanted to be a doctor, but couldn't do it? Never fear! Your SIM can be a doctor! Do you want to be thinner, more attractive, a better kisser, more charismatic? Your SIM can be all those things! The great thing about the SIMS is you can live a million different lifetimes as a million different people. You can be what you wish you could be in real life. You can do what you could never do in the real world.
Don't get me wrong. I know SIMS is only escapism. It doesn't make you a better person, and it can actually do a lot of damage to your real life if you let it suck you in too far. I guess it is not so different from other video games in that respect. Video games may only be an escape, but it sure feels good to escape once in a while.
Some people may wonder what is so great about living an ordinary life in video game form. The answer is simply because you can be anything you want to be without fear of real-world consequences. Have you always wanted to be a doctor, but couldn't do it? Never fear! Your SIM can be a doctor! Do you want to be thinner, more attractive, a better kisser, more charismatic? Your SIM can be all those things! The great thing about the SIMS is you can live a million different lifetimes as a million different people. You can be what you wish you could be in real life. You can do what you could never do in the real world.
Don't get me wrong. I know SIMS is only escapism. It doesn't make you a better person, and it can actually do a lot of damage to your real life if you let it suck you in too far. I guess it is not so different from other video games in that respect. Video games may only be an escape, but it sure feels good to escape once in a while.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Taking The Heat
It is now officially hot enough to use air conditioning. That doesn't mean 'Oh I feel a little warm, I think I would like a little breeze.' That means 'OH MY GOD! I am going to die if I don't get some cold air right this instant!' Of course you never think it will be that way. Somehow I always forget the true strength of summer heat. It's kind of like how you forget pain. You don't seem to remember the pain of that sickness or injury until it happens again and then you think 'Oh yeah! Now I remember how hellish this is!' I don't think women would ever have more than one child if they remembered the pain of childbirth.
I think being too hot is close to, if not the same as pain. You get too hot and you're dizzy, you can't focus, you can't think, you feel sick to your stomach. All you want to do is get cool. I am actually a little frightened by those walk-in ovens they have in bakeries. What could be worse than getting stuck in one of those and heated to death? Nothing.
So now that I have established how horrible heat can be, let me tell you how the air conditioning in my car is BROKEN. It's not even completely broken. It is just broken enough to tease you with a few minutes of fabulously cold air and then smack you in the face with disgusting hot air. Thanks air conditioner. Thanks for giving me hope that you might work and then ripping it away within minutes.
The part of me that forgets pain thinks that I don't need air conditioning. That part of me says, "Just roll down the windows and everything will be fine! People have lived for thousands of years without air conditioning, so you should have no problem doing it!" But when I am actually driving in the car and it is over 90 degrees outside, all the memories come flooding back and my body tells me, "How did people ever survive this?! I'm never going to make it home! Having the windows down does nothing! COLD AIR, I NEED AIR!" So much for taking the heat. I hate to admit that surviving without air conditioning is HARD.
I think being too hot is close to, if not the same as pain. You get too hot and you're dizzy, you can't focus, you can't think, you feel sick to your stomach. All you want to do is get cool. I am actually a little frightened by those walk-in ovens they have in bakeries. What could be worse than getting stuck in one of those and heated to death? Nothing.
So now that I have established how horrible heat can be, let me tell you how the air conditioning in my car is BROKEN. It's not even completely broken. It is just broken enough to tease you with a few minutes of fabulously cold air and then smack you in the face with disgusting hot air. Thanks air conditioner. Thanks for giving me hope that you might work and then ripping it away within minutes.
The part of me that forgets pain thinks that I don't need air conditioning. That part of me says, "Just roll down the windows and everything will be fine! People have lived for thousands of years without air conditioning, so you should have no problem doing it!" But when I am actually driving in the car and it is over 90 degrees outside, all the memories come flooding back and my body tells me, "How did people ever survive this?! I'm never going to make it home! Having the windows down does nothing! COLD AIR, I NEED AIR!" So much for taking the heat. I hate to admit that surviving without air conditioning is HARD.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Perils Of Lawn Care
I can't say that I have much to write about at the moment. Maybe that's because I have been loving the nice weather and wanting to be outside more than on the computer, blogging. But with that nice weather comes yard work. I actually don't mind yard work since I worked in the yard from a young age with my dad. But since I rent my place, it's hard to feel super excited about making it beautiful. When I own something I will go to great lengths to take care of it. When I borrow something, I will respect it, but I won't go all-out on fixing it up. That's how it is with my lawn. I will water it and mow it and even weed it a little, but I'm not going to spend a lot of time or money making it 'home & garden magazine' good. If I owned it you better believe my neighbors would be jealous of how good it looked.
The lawn mower that I use certainly doesn't make it easy to have a beautiful lawn. It's a loner from the landlord, and when I say loner I mean 'piece of junk no one else would ever want'. It's a bitch to start and even when you do get it started it sounds like it might fall to pieces at any second. I'm pretty sure most of the controls don't work. I just try to adjust them so that it makes the least amount of concerning noises. There is also no grass-catcher, so you either get covered in cut grass shooting out the back, or the thing gets clogged and you have to stop and help it give birth to a large grass clump. Not that it would matter even if I had a good mower. For some reason my lawn is insanely bumpy. When I mow it I feel like I am on a ride that is way too rough and not at all fun.
Weed-whacking is no easy task either. Not that I have a weed-whacker, but I borrowed my brother's once just to see if it could help the lawn look slightly better. (It couldn't.) But the thing with weed-whacking is that you have to be Hercules to start it up. In other words, you have to hold it straight out in the air with ONE HAND while you yank the cord with your other hand. Those things may look light, but my left hand will confirm that it's like trying to hold a microwave with one hand while pushing all kinds of buttons with the other hand. NOT POSSIBLE. Needless to say, I didn't take to weed-whacking. I guess if I ever get my own yard I'll have to find something like a child-size weed-whacker.
The lawn mower that I use certainly doesn't make it easy to have a beautiful lawn. It's a loner from the landlord, and when I say loner I mean 'piece of junk no one else would ever want'. It's a bitch to start and even when you do get it started it sounds like it might fall to pieces at any second. I'm pretty sure most of the controls don't work. I just try to adjust them so that it makes the least amount of concerning noises. There is also no grass-catcher, so you either get covered in cut grass shooting out the back, or the thing gets clogged and you have to stop and help it give birth to a large grass clump. Not that it would matter even if I had a good mower. For some reason my lawn is insanely bumpy. When I mow it I feel like I am on a ride that is way too rough and not at all fun.
Weed-whacking is no easy task either. Not that I have a weed-whacker, but I borrowed my brother's once just to see if it could help the lawn look slightly better. (It couldn't.) But the thing with weed-whacking is that you have to be Hercules to start it up. In other words, you have to hold it straight out in the air with ONE HAND while you yank the cord with your other hand. Those things may look light, but my left hand will confirm that it's like trying to hold a microwave with one hand while pushing all kinds of buttons with the other hand. NOT POSSIBLE. Needless to say, I didn't take to weed-whacking. I guess if I ever get my own yard I'll have to find something like a child-size weed-whacker.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Cool As A Cucumber
OK, so I have been slacking a little in the blog department, but I have a reason! Well, I don't really, but I'm not going to stress about it. Mike and I watched a National Geographic show about "Killer Stress" and after seeing that I realized how important it is to stay stress-free. There was a scientist on the show who studied the affects of stress on baboons, and he found that stress can cause weight gain around your middle, narrowing arteries, and memory problems. I already knew stress is bad for your health, but geez, that show really reminded me to chill out more. Unless it is a life or death situation, stress is not necessary. It causes more harm than good if you experience it too often.
When I was a kid, I was a bit of a perfectionist, so I would stress about getting my homework perfect or having things organized in a certain way. As an adult, I try to be less "perfect", but you when you grow up you also get a whole bunch of new things to stress about, such as - getting a job, keeping a job, car repairs, bills, health issues, caring for loved ones. You know the list. I don't have to tell you how stressed out people are, but I can give a little advice on what to do about stress.
One thing the show suggested for stress is to get together in some sort of social group where you can vent your frustrations. Also, meditation and relaxation are key to keeping stress away. People who feel important and validated are less stressed too. This usually comes from a job, but never fear if you have a bad job. You can also feel important in other ways like being a coach, or teaching a class, or taking care of animals, or doing anything that makes you feel happy and needed.
When it comes to bills, war, tragedies, and all the bad shit in the world, try not to dwell on it too long. Remind yourself that if you can't do anything about it, there is no need to stress. Let go and trust that things will work out how they are meant to be. Remember, stress is damaging in the long term, so it is important to make your happiness a priority rather than letting the stress overcome you.
When I was a kid, I was a bit of a perfectionist, so I would stress about getting my homework perfect or having things organized in a certain way. As an adult, I try to be less "perfect", but you when you grow up you also get a whole bunch of new things to stress about, such as - getting a job, keeping a job, car repairs, bills, health issues, caring for loved ones. You know the list. I don't have to tell you how stressed out people are, but I can give a little advice on what to do about stress.
One thing the show suggested for stress is to get together in some sort of social group where you can vent your frustrations. Also, meditation and relaxation are key to keeping stress away. People who feel important and validated are less stressed too. This usually comes from a job, but never fear if you have a bad job. You can also feel important in other ways like being a coach, or teaching a class, or taking care of animals, or doing anything that makes you feel happy and needed.
When it comes to bills, war, tragedies, and all the bad shit in the world, try not to dwell on it too long. Remind yourself that if you can't do anything about it, there is no need to stress. Let go and trust that things will work out how they are meant to be. Remember, stress is damaging in the long term, so it is important to make your happiness a priority rather than letting the stress overcome you.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
The Dog Park
I have been wanting to write about the dog park that we bring Bear to, but I kept forgetting to take pictures. Now I finally have pictures, but sadly I was not computer-savvy enough to figure out how to edit them since Mike re-installed our operating system and I can't find my regular programs. So they are what they are.
Bear is INSANE for this place, as in she has tried to jump out the car window on the the way there because she is so excited. It's kind of funny how much she likes it because she doesn't like interacting with other dogs very much. She goes for the smells and the the hope that she will meet an unsuspecting human who she can con into petting her for hours. Mike and I go for the beautiful views, the chance to see all kinds of dogs, and because Bear LOVES it.
Until I had Bear I had never been to a dog park and quite frankly I thought they were a little strange. I thought dog parks were only for those kind of people who dress their dogs in clothes and treat their dogs like there own children and have dog-related decorations all over their house. I guess I have become one of those people because I like going to the dog park. But for the record I don't dress Bear in any clothing or feed her from a silver spoon or anything like that. (However, Mike and I have been known to spoil her from time to time.)
I should specify that I only like going to the particular dog park that we go to. I have been to other ones that are no more than glorified cages - nothing to play with and nothing to look at. The reason I like our dog park so much is because it is beautiful. It sits on a hill, so it has a great view of the city below. It has woods to walk through and tons of toys and places to sit. It is more like a park than any other dog "park" I have been to. So if you want to relax and let your dog roam free, head over to the Riverdale dog park. (They might even let you in if you don't have a dog, but don't go unless you are one of us crazy dog lovers.)
Bear is INSANE for this place, as in she has tried to jump out the car window on the the way there because she is so excited. It's kind of funny how much she likes it because she doesn't like interacting with other dogs very much. She goes for the smells and the the hope that she will meet an unsuspecting human who she can con into petting her for hours. Mike and I go for the beautiful views, the chance to see all kinds of dogs, and because Bear LOVES it.
Until I had Bear I had never been to a dog park and quite frankly I thought they were a little strange. I thought dog parks were only for those kind of people who dress their dogs in clothes and treat their dogs like there own children and have dog-related decorations all over their house. I guess I have become one of those people because I like going to the dog park. But for the record I don't dress Bear in any clothing or feed her from a silver spoon or anything like that. (However, Mike and I have been known to spoil her from time to time.)
I should specify that I only like going to the particular dog park that we go to. I have been to other ones that are no more than glorified cages - nothing to play with and nothing to look at. The reason I like our dog park so much is because it is beautiful. It sits on a hill, so it has a great view of the city below. It has woods to walk through and tons of toys and places to sit. It is more like a park than any other dog "park" I have been to. So if you want to relax and let your dog roam free, head over to the Riverdale dog park. (They might even let you in if you don't have a dog, but don't go unless you are one of us crazy dog lovers.)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Good Times
I would like to apologize for my last post, not because it's not true but because it's a pointless thing to complain about. Everyone grows up so there's no reason to focus on what can't be changed. Let's try to focus on the positive, shall we?
Chocolates!
Aren't they beautiful?! They actually sparkled in the sunlight although you can't tell from the picture. Mike and I got them from a little shop in downtown Ogden for a pretty penny. They were almost too beautiful (and too expensive) to eat, but indulgence is necessary once in a while. Mike's was a mint chocolate and mine had a ganache filling.
Mike and I were in downtown for the art festival that was going on. We both love to look at art and we probably would have bought something from every stand if we had the money. However, our walls at home are already starting to get overwhelmed with art and pictures, so it was probably better for us to admire and not buy. There was also live music going on, so it was a fun atmosphere altogether.
Today, me and Mike finally got out for a bike ride. I was beginning to think it would never happen because one thing or another always seemed to make it impossible. Either it was raining or one of our bikes had a flat tire. At least we are becoming quite skilled at bike repair. It was even sprinkling a little today, but we decided to defy the weather and go anyway. I'm glad we did even though we ran into a little pitfall.
That's right. The bike trail literally fell into the river. We tried going the other direction, but it was closed also due to flooding. So the trail was slightly shorter than we thought, but it was still a good ride. My only other complaint - Bugs in the face.
Chocolates!
Aren't they beautiful?! They actually sparkled in the sunlight although you can't tell from the picture. Mike and I got them from a little shop in downtown Ogden for a pretty penny. They were almost too beautiful (and too expensive) to eat, but indulgence is necessary once in a while. Mike's was a mint chocolate and mine had a ganache filling.
Mike and I were in downtown for the art festival that was going on. We both love to look at art and we probably would have bought something from every stand if we had the money. However, our walls at home are already starting to get overwhelmed with art and pictures, so it was probably better for us to admire and not buy. There was also live music going on, so it was a fun atmosphere altogether.
Today, me and Mike finally got out for a bike ride. I was beginning to think it would never happen because one thing or another always seemed to make it impossible. Either it was raining or one of our bikes had a flat tire. At least we are becoming quite skilled at bike repair. It was even sprinkling a little today, but we decided to defy the weather and go anyway. I'm glad we did even though we ran into a little pitfall.
That's right. The bike trail literally fell into the river. We tried going the other direction, but it was closed also due to flooding. So the trail was slightly shorter than we thought, but it was still a good ride. My only other complaint - Bugs in the face.
Friday, June 10, 2011
Warning To All Kids
Doesn't it seem like kids these days want to be grown-up way too soon? I see 10-year-olds with cell phones and skimpy outfits and make-up and I think, "Boy are you going to regret growing up faster than you have to." Now that I know what it's like being an adult, I would have been the first kid in line to take off out the window with Peter Pan and never come back. I didn't even grow up as fast as some kids do and I still wish I could have had more time as a child.....like forever. Yeah you get to do some cool things as an adult like driving, kissing, drinking, getting a tattoo, eating whatever you want, and staying up as late as you want. But what they don't tell you is how all that freedom comes with huge responsibilities and consequences. It is so not worth the trade-off. So all you kids out there, believe me when I say you don't want to be a grown-up. I know you won't believe me, but at lease I can say 'I told you so.' when you become one.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Gay Pride
As the title suggests, I went to Gay Pride for the first time last Sunday. I went with my sister-in-law, Kristin, and my niece Ezzie. Ezzie is only 1, so she slept most of the time. Kristin and I wanted to go to support friends and family and promote love for everyone no matter what your sexual orientation.
I was in my element because I love places where everyone is excepted and not judged. If only the world was more like that. As for the booths, there weren't many I was interested in except for the food ones, and all those had lines about a mile long. Let me tell you, that place was packed! I guess when a repressed state like Utah has an event where you can feel free to be yourself, everyone and their mother shows up. People there were definitely not afraid to express themselves. I saw everything from people in their underwear, to a person in a shiny black bodysuit and platform shoes about a foot high, to someone in a dress made entirely out of cotton balls. There were also tons of kids and dogs there which was unexpected because I figured Gay Pride would be more adult oriented. But it was really family-friendly. There was face-painting, live music, bingo, pet adoptions and even a girl giving out free hugs. It was all like any other festival except for the all the same-sex couples walking around and the interesting outfits.
Here are a few pictures. I didn't take too many because I didn't know if people would get upset if I took their picture and I didn't want to go around asking to take pictures the whole time. The last picture was Kristin's idea. I wasn't about to get my picture taken with these guys because it just seems strange getting your picture taken with strangers in feathers. But just as I was about to take the picture of Kristin, a girl came up to me and asked if I wanted to get in the picture and she would take it for us. I couldn't say no, so here I am looking awkward and hot. Did I mention how HOT it was? It was HOT, and not even over 90 degrees. God help us when the real hot weather comes.
I was in my element because I love places where everyone is excepted and not judged. If only the world was more like that. As for the booths, there weren't many I was interested in except for the food ones, and all those had lines about a mile long. Let me tell you, that place was packed! I guess when a repressed state like Utah has an event where you can feel free to be yourself, everyone and their mother shows up. People there were definitely not afraid to express themselves. I saw everything from people in their underwear, to a person in a shiny black bodysuit and platform shoes about a foot high, to someone in a dress made entirely out of cotton balls. There were also tons of kids and dogs there which was unexpected because I figured Gay Pride would be more adult oriented. But it was really family-friendly. There was face-painting, live music, bingo, pet adoptions and even a girl giving out free hugs. It was all like any other festival except for the all the same-sex couples walking around and the interesting outfits.
Here are a few pictures. I didn't take too many because I didn't know if people would get upset if I took their picture and I didn't want to go around asking to take pictures the whole time. The last picture was Kristin's idea. I wasn't about to get my picture taken with these guys because it just seems strange getting your picture taken with strangers in feathers. But just as I was about to take the picture of Kristin, a girl came up to me and asked if I wanted to get in the picture and she would take it for us. I couldn't say no, so here I am looking awkward and hot. Did I mention how HOT it was? It was HOT, and not even over 90 degrees. God help us when the real hot weather comes.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Rhubarb Endorsement
Lookey what I made!
Doesn't it look delicious? It's rhubarb crisp. Lots of people have never had rhubarb because it's not a common thing in the grocery store. I can't really describe the taste other than tart. Without any sugar it's downright sour. It looks kind of like red celery but it tastes nothing like celery. If you haven't had it you should try it right away! (preferably cooked, with sugar)
Doesn't it look delicious? It's rhubarb crisp. Lots of people have never had rhubarb because it's not a common thing in the grocery store. I can't really describe the taste other than tart. Without any sugar it's downright sour. It looks kind of like red celery but it tastes nothing like celery. If you haven't had it you should try it right away! (preferably cooked, with sugar)
Friday, June 3, 2011
Are You Listening?
I figure I will blog this morning since my superhero husband will be fixing up our computer tonight and tomorrow. Can I just say how proud I am of him? He works so hard and I don't think I tell him enough how much I appreciate him. You are awesome honey!
I have been thinking about how seldom people listen when someone is speaking. You may think, "I always listen to others!" But before you say that, really think about it. So many people think they are listening when really they aren't or they pretend to listen when their mind is somewhere else. This is especially true with children. Adults seem to think that just because they are children they don't have something important to say. I couldn't tell you how many times I have herd a child repeating the same thing over and over until someone will respond. Why should it take so much effort to be heard? Maybe if parents listened to their children more they would be better behaved and happier.
Not being heard is not only a problem for children. Have you ever told someone something only to have them ask the same thing a short while later because they weren't listening? It is frustrating when you feel like your words are not important enough to be heard. You can really make a person's day just by letting them know you are listening. You don't have to try to fix the speaker's problem or even say much at all. Just let them know that you care by giving your complete attention. Release judgments about what you are hearing. Isn't listening a simple step to take to make the world a better place?
I have been thinking about how seldom people listen when someone is speaking. You may think, "I always listen to others!" But before you say that, really think about it. So many people think they are listening when really they aren't or they pretend to listen when their mind is somewhere else. This is especially true with children. Adults seem to think that just because they are children they don't have something important to say. I couldn't tell you how many times I have herd a child repeating the same thing over and over until someone will respond. Why should it take so much effort to be heard? Maybe if parents listened to their children more they would be better behaved and happier.
Not being heard is not only a problem for children. Have you ever told someone something only to have them ask the same thing a short while later because they weren't listening? It is frustrating when you feel like your words are not important enough to be heard. You can really make a person's day just by letting them know you are listening. You don't have to try to fix the speaker's problem or even say much at all. Just let them know that you care by giving your complete attention. Release judgments about what you are hearing. Isn't listening a simple step to take to make the world a better place?
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Waste Not, Want Not
I came across this saying today - 'Use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without.' I think that is a good saying to live by. People these days really don't seem to appreciate what they have. They throw something away as soon as it gets a little old or worn and buy a new one. I know it's easy to buy new things all the time, but why waste what you have? Why spend the money just to get something newer and better looking?
I have a toaster that my dad wanted to get rid of a few years ago because it doesn't toast very dark. Well guess what? Years later it is still going strong and toasts just fine for me. So maybe I have to put food in it twice to get it dark enough. So what? Does that mean I should spend $50 plus on a new one? I think not.
I also have a pair of jeans that are probably more patches than original fabric at this point. Clothes are my weakness, so I do buy more of them than I need, but I still try my best to make them last. If something gets a hole in it I don't automatically throw it away like some people would. I sew the hole and continue wearing it until there are more holes than I can keep up with.
Once in a while I give in to the shiny new things, but overall I think it is wise to try to make things last. I have clothes from high school, pencils and pens from elementary school, furniture from when I was a kid, a washer and dryer that are probably from the stone age, and lots of other things that are still usable if not perfect. I try to get the most use out of everything I have because I am thankful for what I have. It is careless and thoughtless of people to be wasteful and take what they have for granted. I am reminded of another saying just now - 'Waste not, want not.' I have been lucky enough to have never wanted for anything, but maybe it is not so much having what I need as it is appreciating what I already have.
I have a toaster that my dad wanted to get rid of a few years ago because it doesn't toast very dark. Well guess what? Years later it is still going strong and toasts just fine for me. So maybe I have to put food in it twice to get it dark enough. So what? Does that mean I should spend $50 plus on a new one? I think not.
I also have a pair of jeans that are probably more patches than original fabric at this point. Clothes are my weakness, so I do buy more of them than I need, but I still try my best to make them last. If something gets a hole in it I don't automatically throw it away like some people would. I sew the hole and continue wearing it until there are more holes than I can keep up with.
Once in a while I give in to the shiny new things, but overall I think it is wise to try to make things last. I have clothes from high school, pencils and pens from elementary school, furniture from when I was a kid, a washer and dryer that are probably from the stone age, and lots of other things that are still usable if not perfect. I try to get the most use out of everything I have because I am thankful for what I have. It is careless and thoughtless of people to be wasteful and take what they have for granted. I am reminded of another saying just now - 'Waste not, want not.' I have been lucky enough to have never wanted for anything, but maybe it is not so much having what I need as it is appreciating what I already have.
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