Pink Everything

Pink mixers, pink pens, pink flags, pink toasters, pink t-shirts, pink paper, pink purses, pink lunchbags.

 

But now, I’ve had enough.  Pink Curbside Garbage Cans.  That is just the limit for me.  Picture this. 

Cold morning, 28 degrees

Huge diesel waste truck pulls up to the curb of a house.

Tall man in heavy jacket hops off the truck bundled in knit hat, thick work gloves, stained leather work boots.

And he grabs – a gigantic PINK curbside garbage can.

I’ve been tolerating the whole pink thing.  I get it.  I understand that it is for support and awareness of breast cancer.   I get that.  But:

1. Pink is ugly

2. Pink is one of my least favorite colors

3. Pink is ugly

4.  Pink only reminds me of stomach upset (Pepto Bismol)

5.  Pink is ugly

6.  A gigantic plastic pink 50 gallon trash can sitting on the curb of someone’s house does not say to me “I support breast cancer research.”  It says to me, “I’m nuts and wanted a huge pink eyesore on my lawn.”

What does say “support”?  Bras.  Which brings the circle back to breasts.

Yea, I have them.  I know.  And the thought of losing them terrifies me.  The thought that they could kill me terrifies me.   HOWEVER, I try not to think about them or dying because of them very often. 

I do not want to be reminded that I have breasts and that they could kill me everytime I bake a cake and use my pink mixer, or make some toast and use my pink toaster, or call a friend and use a pink phone. Or throw away the toast crumbs and the cake box into my 50 gallon curbside waste receptacle!

So, yes, I get it.  I support the research too.  But I do it by sending a check to someone, not by polluting my environment with everything pink!   My kitchen counters are 1970’s mustard yellow.  Can you imagine putting a pink mixer on that?  

And think of this.  I purchase a pink mixer and have to stare at it for 20 years (if it is well made), just to support a ONE TIME donation to cancer research.   Ack!   Sounds more like a punishment to me.  No thanks.  I'll just send in a check.

And did I mention?  Pink is ugly.  

Today's Groaner

I was driving home this evening and passed a local muffler shop.   Their sign said:

MUFFLERS - HALF OFF

I thought to myself, "Negative thinking.  Shouldn't the muffler be half ON?"

Maybe its just me...

Slaves to the Gas Prices

So, there are websites like this one on my local news channel http://www.woodtv.com/subindex/news/business/gas_and_fuel that pinpoint the lowest gas prices in the area.

I could drive 20 miles to the north side of town to save 5 cents a gallon.   Uh, no thank you. 

 And there are people who will wait in a very long line, clogging up the street, just because one gas station posts a price 8 cents lower than the one on the opposite corner.   I could sit in line for a half hour waiting for my turn at the pump, meanwhile breathing in fumes and wasting the precious gas I am in line to replace.  Yeah, that doesn’t seem like a plan either.

I drive by these stations, look at the lines and just shake my head. 

Think about it:  

8 cents x 22 gallons (that is the size of my tank).   That is $1.76.  I would save a whopping $1.76 cents by sitting in line for a half hour.

So next I ask myself what I would spend that $1.76 on.   Cigarettes?  No.  I quit smoking.  And those are like $85.00 a pack now anyway.  ½ pound of hamburger?   Maybe.   Paperback book?  No, those are $6.00 (for a new one). 

No, my sanity is more precious to me than $1.76.  If I am ever hurting for money badly enough that I would idle and burn $0.75 worth of gas to save $1.75 per tank – God help me.

Stop the Gob!

A recent hunger pang caused my husband and me to take a trip to the grocery store.  After tossing lots of healthy items into our cart (Kit Kat Bars, Hawaiian Punch and a few bottles of wine), we headed for the checkout. 

Hubby grabbed a box of candy called Gobstoppers.   I looked at him and asked the question that is probably running through your mind right now:

What are Gobs and why do we need to stop them?

I thought it was a silly question based on the silly name of a silly candy.  But a Gob is an actual thing.  If you are interested in finding out what a Gob is, read this article.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gobstopper

Otherwise, find peace in the knowledge that Gobs CAN be stopped and you are in no real danger. 

Cell phone commercial

FINALLY a commercial that sums up how I feel about about the cell phone addiction in this country-- and they do it in ONE word. 

 Really?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHlN21ebeak