From The Jar... #29

And the Jar says....

Where were you, and what were you doing the day the Berlin Wall came down?

Ummmm.... I have no idea. OK, I have a little bit of an idea. I know I was in school and some teacher turned on the T.V. I didn't really even know what the Berlin wall was. I just remember watching youngish people grabbing parts of this colorful wall and everyone was amazed and talked about it for weeks. I've always been a very informed girl.

I looked it up on Wikipedia and apparently it was on November 9, 1989. So, 1989 would put me in sixth grade. There you have it.

LAME. Let's pull another one and see if we can shave some time off of my SEVEN YEARS! (did I mention I'll be 37?)

Wow. The Jar has indigestion and is throwing up all the junky stuff today. The Jar says, again...

Tell about a frustrating experience you've had on a wash day, with the machine, what was the outcome od the clothes.

That was a nicely worded sentence, don't you think? The "od" was copied exactly from my slip of paper, as was the lack of question mark. Whoever wrote these questions was not a grammar buff. I often sheild you from the awful grammar in the Jar by editing or restructuring the sentence (since I'm an editing FREAK!), but I decided to leave that one as I didn't want to think about how to reword it's retardedness.

So anyway... back to frustrations on "wash day". Firstly, I don't have "wash day". By now you've surely realized that I'm not that organized. Wash day is whenever I feel like it. And my machine has always ran swimmingly. (no pun intended) So no frustrations with the machine, but I have had frustrations with my husband and "wash day" (which, incidentally, is whenever he happens to think about it, or when he's out of underwear cuz I haven't felt like it).

He's so sweet. I love him so much... and... my dear hubby is not "into" fabric softener sheets. You know the ones where if you don't put them in then your underwear are sizzling and popping with all the static electricity that covers them? Yeah. That's a frustration to me. He used to not be "into" sorting colors either. We've had some lovely darkened underwear and socks, shirts and hand towels. Frustration? Why yes!

But, for the most part, these frustrations are a thing of the past. Dustin almost always puts only darks or lights in (not both), and he often (instead of never) uses dryer sheets. But when he does use those sheets he has to be a budget conscious guy and cut them in half. That's fine except when I'm being a budget conscious girl at the point of sale and I grab the cheapest off-brand dryer sheets on the shelf. You need a whole one of those babies. Trust me.

I actually do have my own frustrating laundry experiences, but that's more to do with me than the machine. The outcome of the clothes is not very good. Here is the problem: I do a fairly decent job of keeping up on my laundry. I like to put laundry in my washer and get it all nice and washed. I don't even mind changing it to the dryer. Where I fall short is when it comes out of the dryer. I always sort it into piles or (if they're all there) baskets... Dustin, me, Mac, Ella, Rohan and towels. Then it sits in those piles or baskets (if I'm lucky) for a long time. I, currently, have a HUGE laundry room. HUGE! It allows for widespread pileage of laundry. Me and folding... we don't get along so good. That's my frustration.

I did have one goofy thing... the clothes were fine. It was the cell phone that wasn't. I sent Dustin's two-day old phone through a complete wash, spin, rinse, spin cycle. It was a tiny little thing and I, apparently, didn't check pockets that time. (I always try to) After I freaked out and cried for a minute, I took it apart, dried everything I could and let it all sit in pieces for 24 hours. Amazingly, it worked perfectly! Then Dustin proceeded to loose it two months later...

I will say that my dryer has been making a rather strange and shockingly loud noise lately. I don't think that's such a good thing. Lucky for me I have TWO vacant apartments. And luckier still... BOTH have a dryer in them. I might just go rob one since I would only be robbing from myself... AND... since their both not being used right now, I get a choice! What a lucky girl!

Solutions

Remember how I said my hands get cold when I blog? Well, it's not just my hands, my whole body gets cold. The hands are just the winner. Tonight was no exception, but as I went to change a load of laundry I found a fantastic solution to my problem.




Clothes fresh out of the dryer. They felt so good and warm, I draped them all over my body and left them there. It's been a good 15 minutes and the ones around my neck and on top of my head are still holding heat and I am not so cold. Who knows. With this genius solution, I might just keep up on my laundry...

Laundry Piles Pay

So, I'm folding a mountain of laundry. And I mean MOUNTAIN. Perhaps perhaps Everest might be a stretch... (My sister Sassy gets the Everest award!) but definitely in the Mount McKinley range... (no pun intended. Really... Mac's laundry pile was the smallest of all the game!)

Anyway... I'm folding away. Off and on ALL DAY, when I finally get to my basket. *here's a little side bar... Dustin's clothes are my favorite to fold and put away, next comes towels, then Mac's, then Ella's, then Rohan's, and lastly, mine. Yes, my clothes are my least favorite to fold and put away. Don't ask me why, cuz I don't know. That's just the way it is.* OK, sidebar done... So, I came to the last pair of pants in my basket... picked them up and (literally) said to myself, " Oh, cool! I forgot about those pants!" *side bar #2- I haven't folded my whole basket in a long, long time... I just pick clothes off the top!*
So I'm folding and the pockets were all wrinkled so I was straightening them, felt something in there, and Voila! 40 bucks grew in my pocket in the bottom of the laundry basket!!!

So, I'm pretty sure that I only had loose change in those pockets, so I think that it's one of those laundry baskets that my financial planner was trying to get me to buy. You know the kind... one of those yellow baskets that, in exchange for keeping the money on deposit for the agreed-on term, these laundry baskets usually grant higher interest rates than they do on pockets from which money may be found, in pockets with frequent folders, although this may not be the case in an inverted yield curve situation. Fixed rates are common, but some laundry baskets offer various forms of variable rates depending on how often one folds and puts away. Sometimes, baskets that are indexed to the stock market, the bond market, or other indices are introduced with higher yielding interest rates...
Anyway, I inherited it from my grandma. (thanks, Grandma!) I bet if the rest of the family knew what kind of basket it was, they might have thumb wrestled me for it!

I knew there was a reason I never fold my clothes! :P Yay!


P.S. If anyone who reads this speaks financial-eez, please don't leave a comment telling me what a retard I am, cuz I am retarded on purpose! :)