
Plastic @ MindSay 
Give me some hollas! My kitchen is almost completely done! It has taken a few months because of my procrastanting ass but it will be almost completely done as of today!
I am using Randy as a mover today to start getting the house ready for having 11 adults and 9 kids in the house at Thanksgiving this year; with maybe 1 more adult and 1 more kid possibly showing up if all goes well for my Brother this month! Randy says I am using him as a pack mule today lugging boxes of scrapbook stuff, photos, material, books, and book cases from the downstairs to the upstairs. I promised him a bucket of oats and a nice rub down for supper tonight if he just shuts his mouth and does what I ask him to do! He didn't appreciate that but I laughed my ass off
On top of being my "pack mule" today, Randy is also doing the honey do list that he doesn't want me doing because of my knee. Readying the house for winter! He is taking down all the old furring strips that held down the old plastic and replasticing key windows to start: all the south and east side windows. They are the ones that really have no wind break. And we found our source of noise at night and the source of why our house was always freezing even with both furnaces going this past winter! The hallway window on the stairs! The bottom of the outside sill was completely rotten! So Randy took it completely off and filled it with expanda foam and found a peice of wood that he replaced it with over the foam! MY GOOD GODDESS! My hosue is freaking hot now! We had to open windows last night to cool down!
After I put the second coat of paint on one area and put the first coat of paint on behind the frige and above the washmachine and dryer, I had Randy grab the ceiling paint and cut out the edges and around the light on the ceiling! I shake to much when trying to do fine detail work to do that! Now I am letting that coat of paint dry so I can go back through and get the second coat of paint on to dry. Then I can move back the fridge, wash machine, and dryer. After that I can paint the last little section of the kitchen and by this late afternoon I can make Randy be my work mule again, by helping me to put my faery boarder up in the kitchen! Yes! My none girly ass went with faeries! It was either frilly flowers that went with my paint, swirls with hints of red, or faeries. Me being "Pagan" went with the Faeries!
Randy just shakes his head over my color of paint. He likes it but he doesn't appreciate my since of color. I can't wait to take finish pictures of the walls (minus the updated light sockets and switches!-I gave Randy till the week before Thanksgiving to put them in and get the silver plates on!) and show you all! My winter project after painting the kitchen and hallway is to take up the 20 plus year old linulom and put down some updated tile linulom that will go with my paint. And maybe paint the cupboards a gleaming white with the doors being the same color as the walls or silver. Of course putting new hardware on the cupboards!
I have to try and rearrange the upstairs with all the boxes and books with my projects in them so I can finish my costum yet today also. My goal is to have my costum done tomorrow night and Coltin's cut out! I can do it.
The new dog is a great help with Dooley and I will definatly make a post giving a complete update down the line. With pictures! Let's just say Spud (the new dog) has already taught Dooley some manners outside and not to get to romphy near me or the kids. Not to mention he already has Dooley NOT jumping or moving as fast as he can away from Randy in the house! Which makes it so much easier walking in the house now when Dooley is inside!
The Deadliest Item at Your Grocery Store?
Somewhere in the northern Pacific floats a non-biodegradable petrochemical blob that's twice the size of Texas. Much of this deadly mess originated when someone innocently took home their shopping in a plastic bag.
In the U.S. alone, we throw away 100 billion plastic bags each year -- the equivalent of 12 million barrels of oil. Yikes!
What can you do? Tune in to Orli Cotel's Sierra Club Radio interview with Katherine Mieszkowski, of Salon, to find out.
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What do we call friendship? In a true spanish culture you are not called amigo (friend) until you are practically family. Here we throw the word around just like the word love flies from start struck lovers. But what is that bond that is so easily broken. Someone is hydrogen ill be oxygen and in an instant we are on to the next. I got the thinking about high school. What a fucking waste. "Oh, it is the best years of your life!" "Live it up." I lived it up I had fun but what do I have to show for it. A string of bad relationships, a run of shitty "friends" except an almost sister who I can never get ahold of long enough to know how her life is going. I worry about where I am going but can I learn from my mistakes? What was me and what was just being in the wrong place in the wrong time with the wrong people. My so called mistakes have made me a hermit. I don't want people under my skin and I sure as hell don't want them close to me heart. I don't want them reading my emotions and decting my hurt. I want a friend, I want a lover, I want hope that there are more to people than their surface facid that will crack and show us the rotten boiled egg inside. I have a better friend in this computer screen and better luck with it than with about 99% of those people I meet today. Plastic really is our future and that means plastic hearts, plastice emotions, and plastic promises. It means fake and it means a knock off. I WANT THE REAL THING!
The life of nuclear waste is a million years? And here my little green recycling self is worried about plastic bags...
So I looked it up. The best that I could find was from http://www.cleanup.com.au/au/Campaigns/plastic-bag-facts.html
in Australia. They list the life of a plastic bag being anywhere from 20 to 1,000 years. I couldn't find very much on the half life of plastic although I did run into a site called Black Cat Systems
http://www.blackcatsystems.com/science/radprod.html
which had radioactive products listed on it.
Greenfeet.net has some more information on it, but basically what I've found (and that I already knew) is that plastic bags last for, at the very least, hundreds- if not thousands of years in a landfill. But that really doesn't compare with a million years for nuclear waste now does it? It makes me wonder what is worth fighting for when this is what we're living with today... that said I'm off to drop off my recycling at the landfill. What are you going to do today?
today while talking to a customer, the plastic bag holder fell over. she made a comment about it trying in vain to escape. I then said they had given up and fallen over, and had become Suicidal Plastic Bags. I then said it would be good band name. I thought it was funny and quirky, not something real and morbid.
pretty sure its not real, its still bothersom though. Suicidal Plastic Bags now has a deeper meaning to me.
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