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Tips for Tuesday! Recycle your sins away.

I purposely avoid my recycling guy by scurrying  inside when he pulls up. He’s the only person who knows exactly how many pop tarts, margarita mixes, and bottles of wine we go through each week. Basically, all of our bad choices are laid out on the curb for this man and I’m convinced he’s judging us. Not to mention the neighbors, like me, on their morning walk. They probably think I’m a pill bottle and cigarette carton away from some sort of intervention.

I am, however, cool with our trash man, he has no clue what I have in that big lidded can. It could be full of Rainbow Skittles or decomposing bodies, either way it doesn’t matter because that automated arm will dump it while he sits in his truck texting or something.

So, if you haven’t figured it out, today’s tip is going to focus on various ways to disguise your recycling bin contents.

 

Today’s motto: Look like a better person without actually being one.

 

Before I begin, half of you are probably asking yourself “Why not just switch your recycling bin with the neighbor’s?” Well, I like your thinking but there are two issues with this:

1. This requires you to have neighbors with recycling bin materials such as, 50% post consumer toilet paper boxes, free range egg cartons, and Fair Trade Coffee canisters. Most of us aren’t fortunate enough to have a non-drinking, composting, organic-eating vegetarian next door.

2.  I haven’t been able to properly time this without the risk of being caught.  If you attempt the switch, I highly recommend having a long convoluted story ready.

 

The other half of you are wondering why I just don’t put my embarrassing recyclables in the regular trash can and call it a day.  To you I say, “Mother Earth killer!”

So here are some tips:

1. Blanket Your Blunders – Use Trader Joe’s and Whole Food brown bags to lay on top of your shameful items. Now if you don’t have one of these bags (which I’m assuming you don’t or you wouldn’t be reading this) you can use one of your many “Wine-N-More” bags by turning it inside out and writing the word “ORGANIC” in black sharpie.  Be sure to use your best handwriting or it may mistakenly be read as “ORGANS” or “ORGASM” and that would totally defeat the point.

2. Nesting Trash Method – This involves nesting your trash like those cute little stacking Russian dolls.  Let me give you an example from my last week’s trash…

beer bottle (inside of) poptart box (inside of) industrial chocolate chip bag (inside of) potato chip bag (inside of) pizza box (inside of) extra large dog food bag.   See how that ended with only the respectable item in view?

3. Vases Not Bottles – Before depositing liquor bottles in the bin, just remove their labels and put dead flowers in them. It says, “What? I’m recycling my vases, jeez.”

* I’m so excited by this new tequila bottle I bought that really is going to be used for a vase later!

4. Got Milk? -Cover bottles with organic milk containers. In fact, this is why I buy organic milk.  Simply cut the container in half, insert your wine or beer bottle, then place the top half back on. This also works well with Orange juice containers made from 100% Natural Florida Oranges.

I hope these tips have helped you. By the way there are some things that you should NEVER attempt to recycle despite them having that little triangle thingy on the bottom- things like, tampons, paternity tests, or Weight Watcher dinners .

Let me know if you have any clever ways of concealing your bad habits, I’d love to use them!

 

Free Advice Friday! Love needs no words? That’s Crap.

Dear Kim,

About a week ago, I met this wonderful man on a business trip. Unfortunately he doesn’t speak much English. But even though we can’t fully communicate, I sense a connection when I look into his eyes, like I can read his mind. Do you think this relationship is worth pursuing?

Thanks,
Lisa in the Language Barrier Reef

Dear Lisa,

Aww, that’s sooo romantic! But it sounds like you do speak the same language, the universal language of Love…and, like Latin, it’s going to die.

Lisa, let me tell you a little story…

Years ago, I was at a bar minding my own business (my business happened to be eavesdropping), when this handsome gentleman came up to me and said “Hola” or “ciao” or “火本身”- whatever, I just knew it wasn’t English. I started to say “I don’t speak blah blah” but then I noticed he was HOT! Like who-gives-a-rat’s-ass-what’s-coming-out-of-his-mouth HOT!

So I nodded and simply repeated his greeting back to him. Later, I found out that our conversation went like this:

Him: Excuse me. Your dress is tucked inside your pantyhose.

Me: *blushes* Excuse me. Your dress is tucked inside your pantyhose. *big smile, head tilt*

From that moment on we were inseparable. I showed him my little corner of the United States, including every Starbuck’s within a 10 mile radius and the world’s biggest ball of yarn. In return, he told me stories of his beautiful homeland (I’m guessing that’s what all the blah blah was about).

Through our whole courtship, he was such a gentleman, never once touching me inappropriately despite all my attempts. In fact, we never even kissed! But we did spend lots of time just talking with our eyes. I assumed he was an optometrist.

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“WTF are you talking about?”

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“I have something in my eye.”

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“Are we ever getting to first base?”

We were only together a week when, to my surprise, he pulled out an engagement ring! Wow!

Thoughts went through my head like: When will we get married? Where will we live? What’s his name? How do I ask him these questions?

But I thought “love will find a way!” and I said “YES!”. The first person he told was his girlfriend, Alijandra. Luckily, she spoke English.

Lisa, he was marrying me for a green card! But I couldn’t get mad at him, he probably told me this while I stood there watching his pecs flex (he was often shirtless).

Once it was established by his girlfriend that “no, you won’t be consummating the marriage”, I broke the engagement off and sent him back to blah blah land.

So what I’m saying is this, without speaking the same language, you’ll never really know what that son of a bitch is thinking. You might end up living with him and his foreign girlfriend (who will sit around all all day smoking cigarettes and making you feel like a fat sack of shit compared to her hot Brazilian body). If you’re ok with that possibility then I say GO FOR IT!

该市话,

Kim

Urine Big Trouble!

You guys, I think I’ve lost it. Either that or I’m too brilliant for this world…frankly, I’m leaning towards “lost it”.

You may remember that yesterday’s post alluded to our cat, Roxy, peeing under our pool table. Well, I walked by that room yesterday and I. just. snapped!

No, I didn’t kill the cat (she’s too quick). Instead, I locked her in the bathroom (don’t worry dear bleeding hearts, I gave her food, water, and a litter box) and rented a steam cleaner at the grocery store.

But here was my dilemma: how do I steam clean an area rug, on hardwood floors, under a pool table? Answer: half-assed.

As you know from my previous posts, I pride myself on thinking outside of the box…like waaay outside. So this is what I did:

1. I purchased 2 plastic tarps, aluminum foil, and painter’s tape.

2. I laid a tarp under each section of rug as I cleaned it…for about the first 10 minutes, then I said “Screw this! It’s taking too long!” and ditched the tarp. *Our hardwoods, may or may not be rotting as I type this.

3. I let the rug dry for 24 hours. (cat still in solitary confinement so she can’t re-piss)

4. I then covered the rug with a tarp and taped it to the floor with painter’s tape.

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Beautiful, no? Wait, it gets better!

5. And because I remembered reading that cats freak out when walking on aluminum foil, I lined the whole damn area with it!!!!

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Do you know how many leftover pizzas this could have covered? Oh, the waste.

6. Then I placed the litter box near the area because I expect the cat’s brain to go something like:

“gotta nap, gotta nap, gotta nap. Hold up- gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta-WTF?! God damn it! What’s that crazy bitch done now?”

She WILL then test the foil and she WILL then almost piss herself when it crinkles (hahaha! Damn, I wish I could get that moment on video). After that, I guarantee she’ll flee to the comfort of her litter box…or my pillow. We’ll see.

I’ll admit, this is as far as I’ve gotten in my plan, I have no end game. The cat’s only 3, so my game room might look like this for the next 15 years. It’s a good thing we’re lame and never entertain.

PS- If you think this is extreme, then you definitely won’t approve of my backup plan to catheterize her.

PPSS- I’ll write the remainder of our Florida trip over the weekend. I know you’re all just DYING to know how it ends (spoiler: we come home).

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