Somewhere in TimeApril 30th, 2007 @ 7:01 am
You know it’s been a slow weekend when the most exciting things you have to blog about are your (awesomely) new clothes rack and the fact that you were able to use a $5 off coupon for it.
Look, it’s a new stainless steel drying rack. Gone is our ghetto wood one that is held together with pieces of miss-matched yarn and staples.
But look, it’s so new and shiny and pretty and cost way more money than a drying rack should cost. I don’t care. I like to think of it as an investment in my future.
Okay, so I like to hang my clothes up to dry. Whether it’s true or not, I believe it makes my blacks stay blacker longer and my clothes not shrink too much. Again, it’s an investment in my future. The only items I actually put in the dryer are the basics you know, underwear and towels. And maybe a blanket or two. But that’s it. I hang dry everything, even Babboo’s pajamas and onesies.
On the days that I actually have time to do laundry my apartment is full of clothes drying. The doorways have pants hanging on them, the chairs have jackets lying over them, and then there is the actual drying rack. I am able to use every available (and not so available) space to hang out clothes on. Even Babboo’s little socks find a space in the spots that can’t be used for anything else.
My friend Ann hates this. She says that only poor people hang dry their clothes. You see, my friend Ann is one of twelve kids. They were poor growing up. I mean with twelve kids, you would have to be poor. Ann said she hated always having crunchy jeans because her Mom would hang them to dry in front of the fireplace. So now that Ann’s an adult, and isn’t poor, she insists on using her dryer for everything.
I understand Ann’s logic. When I was younger, we were pretty poor too. Sure, we didn’t have twelve kids. But both my parents went back to college (which cost money) and we raised most of my dad’s siblings (which costs even more money) (and which I should really blog about one day). There were certain things that we did because we were poor that I just can’t bring myself to do now that I’m an adult.
For instant, I never buy squiggly soup. I don’t care how cheap it is or how good it tastes. I will forever associate it with being poor. We used to eat this all the time. Of course we didn’t know it meant we were poor. We liked it. We never went hungry.
I also remember my mom buying the hot dogs from the gas station when they had them on special for 4 for $1.00. We thought that was a real treat. Guess what, I still like (all beef) hot dogs. Um yeah, but I don’t tend to buy them at a gas station. Ewwwww.
My Mom used to buy me shampoo and conditioner by the case. I would go through it like candy. Remember, this was back when I had my very long, very not-pretty hair (click to see picture). My parents couldn’t have afforded a more expensive brand. So I used Aquamarine and was happy as could be. (Dude, it worked just fine and was like .99 cents. You can’t beat that.)
But yeah, I wouldn’t buy Aquamarine these days. It would be like the penny that Christopher Reeve finds in the 1980 time travel romance film Somewhere in Time that catapults him back to the present day and forever parts him from his One True Love of (young) Jane Seymour.
What I’m saying is that it would be like high school all over again. And not in a good way.
So tell me, are there things that you won’t do because they remind you of when you were younger, or poorer, or immature, or just worse times?
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CALL OUT TO EVERYONE IN THE SEATTLE AREA:
Okay, so my best friend May just called me. Her husband, who hates his job more than I hate squiggly soup, just put in his 2-week notice. Which means they are going to move to Reno if he can’t find another job before the end of the summer. (We’re going to pay him to do some work over at our new house.)
They will stay in Washington if he can find a new job. Pretty much ANY job that pays more then $12.00 an hour. Seriously, he isn’t asking much. He is very computer savvy, but is a clothing designer by trade. Don’t worry, he doesn’t plan to stay in the clothing designing business. So really, any job.
Please tell me you have a job for him so that May will stay in Seattle and continue being my best friend.
Please.
(does it help that he’s nice and good-looking? Oh, and he speaks Portuguese. But that doesn’t mean much.)
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