DESTINATION: G's sister, who very faithfully prints things out and puts them in albums.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Day 345: Album
We have a few of these albums, and I rarely print things out that I'm not going to hang on the wall. So I kept one for Instax prints and the other....
DESTINATION: G's sister, who very faithfully prints things out and puts them in albums.
DESTINATION: G's sister, who very faithfully prints things out and puts them in albums.
Day 344: Glasses
These glasses are super-cute, but they're only timely one day a year, and we have very minimal storage space in our dining room right now. By which I mean we gave away all our dining room furniture and everything is in boxes on the floor.
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
Day 343: (Genuine! Authentic! Big Bucks!) Napkin
I threw this napkin in the trash pile, thinking it was just an awkward single linen napkin that we somehow acquired, but G informed me that it was not just any napkin, but a napkin from Big Bucks Brewery in Michigan, the site of many good times that I did not get to witness because I was 600 miles away which is probably a good thing.
DESTINATION: Trash. It's okay though, we still have the Big Bucks pint glass.
DESTINATION: Trash. It's okay though, we still have the Big Bucks pint glass.
Day 338-342: Twist
I was an editor at Twist from 2001 through 2007 (except for the year at Penthouse), and as I mentioned in my earlier Penthouse post, I'm a nerd and I saved every issue. I caught my clips folder up through 2005, so that's five years' worth of issues -- I'm counting a day per year :) Whatever. It's 12:33 on January 1st.
DESTINATION: Recycling.
We found some historical gems in there -- could Destiny's Child be breaking up? Is Justin growing apart from N*Sync? Is Britney getting too sexy?! Awesome. And yeah, I think that's Sisqo in the bottom corner.
DESTINATION: Recycling.
Day 336-337: TVs
We decided to get rid of the TV in our bedroom and replace the one in our playroom with something that doesn't weigh a million pounds (thanks, Black Friday!).
DESTINATION: Craigslist.
DESTINATION: Craigslist.
Day 335: Cooler
This cooler is super cute -- but we have three portable coolers and this one is the leakiest.
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
Day 333-334: Dremels
G bought himself a dremel from me for Christmas, so...
DESTINATION: One in the trash, one to his brother.
DESTINATION: One in the trash, one to his brother.
Day 328-331: Shorts
More casualties of G's decision to stop hanging on to the fat clothes...
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
Day 319-327: Nine Years of Penthouse
I relate pretty much everything in my life to Friends episodes, and in this case, this is totally like "The One with the Free Porn," where Joey and Chandler got free porn channels through a glitch in the system and refused to turn off their TV because they couldn't be the guys who turned off free porn.
In other words, it literally PAINED us to toss these. I'm pretty sure no one bothers to read this unless they know me pretty well, but just in case -- I worked on staff at Penthouse in 2003, which was an awesome job (and not just because of our office's proximity to Chipotle!) and I still write for them, which makes me super-happy. But I'm a nerd and save every magazine I get published in, so I had around 100 issues piled up on my shelves. It was kind of taking over my office, and with two toddlers wandering around, I figured there's no time like the present to consolidate my clips into a binder -- which took forever, but saved me a ton of space. Plus it was fun to look back at everything I've written over the years.
And I still have a fab Penthouse souvenir -- because you'll have to pry this mug, a gift from my fave former coworker, out of my hands. I've been drinking my coffee out of this for the past nine years :)
DESTINATION: The magazines are awaiting the next recycling pickup (so if you want 'em, act now).
In other words, it literally PAINED us to toss these. I'm pretty sure no one bothers to read this unless they know me pretty well, but just in case -- I worked on staff at Penthouse in 2003, which was an awesome job (and not just because of our office's proximity to Chipotle!) and I still write for them, which makes me super-happy. But I'm a nerd and save every magazine I get published in, so I had around 100 issues piled up on my shelves. It was kind of taking over my office, and with two toddlers wandering around, I figured there's no time like the present to consolidate my clips into a binder -- which took forever, but saved me a ton of space. Plus it was fun to look back at everything I've written over the years.
And I still have a fab Penthouse souvenir -- because you'll have to pry this mug, a gift from my fave former coworker, out of my hands. I've been drinking my coffee out of this for the past nine years :)
DESTINATION: The magazines are awaiting the next recycling pickup (so if you want 'em, act now).
Day 318: Cow Ears
I did actually wear these for Halloween this year. But I don't think I need to keep saving them, no matter how fantastic they look on me.
DESTINATION: Goodwill. (You never know.)
DESTINATION: Goodwill. (You never know.)
Day 316-317: Polos
G owns a lot of polos. Now he owns two less. Or...two fewer.
DESTINATION: Goodwill.
P.S. I have the WORST FREAKIN' CASE OF HICCUPS AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH.
Day 315: Big Comb
I can barely do my own hair...I don't know what I thought I needed this wide-toothed comb for.
DESTINATION: Trash.
DESTINATION: Trash.
Day 314: Office Sign
G got me this sign for my home office, since I'm obsessed with The Office, even if it's jumped 62 sharks and Andy Bernard is the worst boss ever. But Travis got a hold of it. And now it looks like this. So perhaps I'll stop displaying it.
DESTINATION: Trash.
Day 313: Fossil Watch
G loves this watch. Loves, loves, loves. But it runs out of batteries approximately once every three days (okay, I'm exaggerating, but that's what it seems like) and he got a more awesome as a gift from Darbig, and he got a new awesome job where he can actually wear a decent watch to work without accidentally melting it with a welder or whatever. Mostly.
Right now he's gazing dreamily over my shoulder and saying, "I loved that watch."
DESTINATION: Trash.
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