My husband, Steve was a trash hauler for a number of years and he had the contracts for Santa Paula and rural areas, Bardsdale, Fillmore, and Piru. I have to say running our trash business was hard and we learned so much. I'm so glad he sold it the trash business because people don't pay their bills even without a recession. Many people held on to way too much junk in their homes and my husband was called-out to provide huge bins and carry large amounts of trash out of homes to the dump.
One time in Fillmore, and this was a great lesson to me ... a grand lady that was well-known in the city and a great philanthropist died, and her only son or daughter came down to help with managing her affairs and prepare her home for selling. No one ever expected or knew what her home was like inside. She had hundreds and hundreds of old photographs with no names (oh, that killed me) but she also saved every single empty, toilet paper cardboard roll. There were boxes and boxes of really important items to her and everything was neat, but no room to walk. One particular box held small pieces of string that weren't long enough to tie around a person's pinky finger.
I never forgot the cardboard TP holders she had. My own mom told me that I needed to use them for holding rope. Not that Fillmore lady's rolls, but ours. I did use them to hold electrical extension cords or cords that are used for appliances and had to be kept separate from the appliance. I even covered them with contact paper so they would match my kitchen. That's it, no more ... I use fat rubber-bands now.
Isn't it obvious what is hanging on this wall?
Steve used to say to our little kids that all they were getting for Christmas was a "Rootie Toot" and that was the T.P. cardboard and a child would have to hold one like a kazoo and toot pretending it was music. That's the Southern California version, "If you're bad the only thing you're getting for Christmas is ..." Everywhere else, I guess ... it's a lump of coal. I'm sure most children raised in Southern California wouldn't know what coal was. This is the truth: I went up to UTAH at Snow College, winter before last, I was 59 years old and I said, "Oh Steve, I can smell it, can you?" He said, "Ye-ah, what?" "Oh, no there's kids smoking grass up here, on campus!" He was laughing and almost couldn't tell me -- choking because of laughter, he kept saying, "Coal, coal .... coal." "What?" He almost fell-down in the snow and was trying to tell me that's one of his favorite smells. Okay, I'm so confused. "Pot?" "Coal?" I thought people didn't use coal anymore, except to make oil, Bar-B-Que fuel, or something. No one told me that it was used for heating, still!
*** Here's how to make a naughty coal present, HERE:
|Chick the stinky baby!|
What you’ll need:
1/4 cup butter10.5 ounce bag mini marshmallows
4 cups rice krispie cereal (this is cut down from the regular rice krispies recipe)
black icing color (can be found at most craft stores)
bags or containers
ribbon or tulle
tag – download HEREWhat you’ll need to do:
melt the butter on low and then add your marshmallows. once that is all melted add your black coloring. (it took a bit of coloring to get it to go from purple to black for us) then stir in your rice krispies until they are all covered with the marshmallow mixture. then just take out small handfuls and mold them into odd shapes. voila… yummy Christmas coal.
I didn't know coal was shiny and hard and smelled when it was burned. I thought it would look like uneven brickettes similar to what's used for Bar-B-Ques. There it is! Black, hard, shiny coal vs. the Southern California "Rootie-Toot" Christmas present for bad kids.
|Not Iron, Not Coal, but Cardboard T.P. Rolls|
I like this wreath, good job hiding it's original use.
I suppose the coal is worth more. While I'm on the cardboard recycling brainstorm, actually I should have used a lot of brainstorming BEFORE I wrote this post. Has anyone noticed how many people are interested in plain old toilet paper? I don't have television, so I'm hoping it's not as common on TV as online. I suppose there are just too many minds buzzing along and when they go to the restroom their mind just keeps going, especially if they didn't take their phone, tablet, IPad, book? with them to pass the time.
|Okay, "smart" idea. Don't let your legs fall asleep.|
Okay, I'm guilty. I saw a few weird toilet paper pictures and then I started collecting toilet paper on my computer. Oh my gosh, I'm a toilet paper hoarder on my computer. So, now I'm throwing it all out on my blog to get rid of it. Honestly, as many as I have, I know there's a thousand other designs, alternate uses, and why not? The creative minds have this world outlet to show just amazing we all are.
I do realize that the upcoming holiday of Thanksgiving is soon approaching. I am grateful for nice, sweet toilet paper. A simple thing.... and amazingly better than the Sears Catalog. Or worse....?
|We Could All Learn Origami in The Bathroom|
|Yes, Let's Decorate It|
|A Reminder To Use Sparingly and Save Trees|
|Oh, Please Hide It So People Don't See It|
I'm so sure my grandmother cares, now. Makes me laugh to think about how worried I was that they weren't set-out here in the bathrooms at the ranch. All four totally match my bathroom, no they don't.
So Jeremy, are you selling a lot of that Chuck Norris
Toilet Paper? Your mom is proud of you.
|Not More Origami? Or is that Paper Airplanes?|
Toilet Paper airplanes do not fly!
"Crime Scene?" After seeing that... I would only expect guilt and constipation.
|Do I need to say Goth?|
|Of course, Damask and Polka Dots!|
|I hope it's color-fast!|
|Personal Statement on Life and Economics?|
|Decor off a Music Room, right?|
|Okay, I like this one...........|
|Perfect Pearl Accessories for Chuch|
|Why Did I add this One? My name is Susan.|
This particular bath accoutrement will probably
scare most anyone to make great use of the facilities.
especially if the "smart phone" or planner isn't there
with them to help. Okay, what do I do next?
If It's not "Angry Birds" Forget It!