tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post116156782639805422..comments2024-01-09T14:21:12.668-04:00Comments on daysgoby: autumn cleanupJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17308665452575511461noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1162004006972836962006-10-27T23:53:00.000-03:002006-10-27T23:53:00.000-03:00Where we live, they do Big Junk Pick Up Day someth...Where we live, they do Big Junk Pick Up Day something like once a month. It's not nearly the fun it use to be.<BR/><BR/>When they use to do it once or twice a year, it was an EVENT! The Husband and I would drive the neighborhood to see what kind of neat-o stuff people were throwing away. I actually got some good stuff that way. <BR/><BR/>And the people! I pulled up some carpet from my sun room one year. It was the nastiest carpet. The dog (when he got sick and old) had peed on it and it was old and then it got rained on after I put it out there. And this couple complained and asked me what I'd done to it!<BR/><BR/>I use to have bets with my husband about how long it would take for stuff to disappear. I always won. But he always said, "oh no one will want THAT."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161807135406157632006-10-25T17:12:00.000-03:002006-10-25T17:12:00.000-03:00Oh, yes; the can't-let-it-go syndrome suffered by ...Oh, yes; the can't-let-it-go syndrome suffered by adults everywhere. My husband even has the boys going through the recycling WHEN HE"S GONE so his 'treasures' don't go to the curb and the dreaded GoodBye Beyond when he's out of town. ACK! I yelp "Did you get that out of the trash?!" and they look at me, innocent and guileless and murmer "No! From the RECYCLING, MOMMY!" and look so delighted with themselves. <BR/>*sigh*MsCellaniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05399187248681818440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161726465162992272006-10-24T18:47:00.000-03:002006-10-24T18:47:00.000-03:00I love putting things out on big trash day just to...I love putting things out on big trash day just to see what gets picked up before the garbage truck gets here.Lilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03921966085379297395noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161692292015828872006-10-24T09:18:00.000-03:002006-10-24T09:18:00.000-03:00"Re-purpose."I love that.-J."Re-purpose."<BR/><BR/>I love that.<BR/><BR/>-J.Jokehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05672407657347134623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161670822875389082006-10-24T03:20:00.000-03:002006-10-24T03:20:00.000-03:00I laughed at that image! I relate to Bear- I have ...I laughed at that image! I relate to Bear- I have finally admitted to being a hoarder!<BR/>Apart from the stash of fabric.<BR/>My life is full of things that 'might be useful one day'. <BR/><BR/>People over here also go through everyone elses trash piles, specially furniture. <BR/>I am sure the desk will find a new home!meggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00061112627819270427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161664499440978912006-10-24T01:34:00.000-03:002006-10-24T01:34:00.000-03:00That's my husband... except I would never have got...That's my husband... except I would never have gotten that desk out with his help, I'd have had to get it out myself, while he wasn't looking. The crazy things they want to keep in case we might use it some day... And they never do. Of course. I throw stuff out behind my husband's back and he never notices, and he never misses it either. If I thought I could get away with it,... I'd throw out a lot more...Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06146958313018964937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161638351798505772006-10-23T18:19:00.000-03:002006-10-23T18:19:00.000-03:00Hey, I'm just like Bear and I'd like to state for ...Hey, I'm just like Bear and I'd like to state for the record that it HURTS to throw out stuff that may well be useable. Some day. Some how. It's why my garage is full of my old stuff!!My floathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17002186548335132157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10716440.post-1161617265578331442006-10-23T12:27:00.000-03:002006-10-23T12:27:00.000-03:00welcome to the country honey bear.chefwelcome to the country honey bear.<BR/>chefAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com