Recycling

It just dawned on me yesterday, that my mother was a woman before her time. She recycled long ago.
Pepsi bottles!
Every Saturday she would buy a six pack of Pepsi in bottles (that was the only way they came) and thru-out the week, she would have one in the afternoon....sometimes she'd share one with a friend (these were 12oz bottles)....we never got a Pepsi, because "they were not for kids".
Then the next Saturday, she would take the empty bottles back to the store and return them and buy her new bottles.

Whatever happened to that? I know, I know, they "used" to charge for the bottles AND they used to reuse the bottles (which they don't do anymore---they used to wash them and reuse them, but now they have to actually "be" recycled, which costs more )
We recycled our milk bottles too.... we went to Thomson's or Thomalson's dairy. It was a drive thru dairy, like a fast food joint. You drove up and handed them your used milk bottles (they were glass) and told them what you wanted; more milk, butter, cream, eggs, etc. and they handed it out the little "drive thru" window.
In Rich's family they recycled too, I think. They had a "milk man" who came to their house every morning early and picked up their used glass milk bottles and left new ones.

I didn't mean for this to get nostalgic, it's just that our mothers were women before their time!!
They were green when green was unheard of.
LOL
Thanks Moms.

done with feet

okay, I think I'm done with being silly about the feet. (I think)

We started out our trip full of fun and laughter. We had a good drive...and since I had just went to the lecture on illustrated journaling, I decided to take pictures of "the road" as we went along. It's a long road and I took a lot of pictures. the good thing about digital cameras is that I can delete most of them. LOL

We got to my mom's at about 7:30 and went out to eat, stopped at my brothers and visited with he and Sylvia and my nephews for a bit.
Home, bed.....then the next morning to Rich's mom's. (and Phil's... LOL) We visited, went out to lunch, went to my favorite used book store (where I only got 7 books. Only 7. I think that is good.) Later we ordered Chinese Food and ate and talked and had a grand old time. Darleen's husband Marv can eat his whole dinner with his chop sticks!!!! I can only make it about 1/2 way thru the meal. Maybe 3/4.
anyway...WOO HOO for Marv!!
Rich's parents, Auntie Darleen and Marv, Scott and Leslie, me and Rich and Jeff and his new girlfriend came over.
Poor girl. We are quite an intimidating bunch. and that was just a few of us.....
On Saturday we had a great anniversary party!!! And all the family came, and some friends. It was nice............. a very nice afternoon.
In the evening there was more company at mom and Phil's....and we watched some old family movies and munched on leftovers (both Chinese and salmon and prime rib from the party).
We all went out to breakfast the next morning....12 of us anyway.
I just ate my way thru the weekend it seems.

OH....Marv loves "boiled" peanuts, so I told him the story about Lisa....not wanting to eat that boiled penis when they went down south. She thought that was GROSS, and no one was going to MAKE HER!! so there.
And then someone said...Peanuts Lisa...boiled peanuts.
It was a great dinner story!!
Marv is from the south were boiled peanuts are from.
I understand it's an acquired taste. LOL

oh...and PS: Marv said I never age.
another Woo Hoo for Marv!!!

I'll put my pictures up on my Ringo account, if anyone wants to travel the long and winding road.... and then the party. Probably party first, as it was more fun.

We stopped at my mom's after breakfast Sunday morning......then left town about noon. on the way home, we weren't as full of fun.
4 day trips are hard on us old people.

debbie

gas again

Gas again

from Traci in Los Banos:
Going home for lunch, I noticed Valero (cheapest place in town) is now up to $3.73. Up eight cents since this morning!!!

me/debbie:
wow. that was fast

and about driving 60 mph

from Georgann:
Not only does it seem slow but it does tend to really annoy other drivers...especially if one is in the fast lane!! Might need a sign stating driving slow to conserve gas...

me/debbie;
like "baby on board" right?

remember

(Shelly helped me out with this one...)

I'll see you tomorrow,
same bat time
same bat channel

Does that "wax nostalgic" for anyone but us growing up in the 70's?

Help

I've been searching for origins of "little pill" and Alanis Morisette keeps coming up (sigh)
I can't find it!!
Help..

here's another one... "Little Pitchers have big ears"

ahahahhahaahaha

another

here;s a good one.....

Whenever anyone ELSE would tell a joke, he'd retort, "That's as old as my grandma, and she farts dust!"

phrase origins

Stoved up. Have you ever been?

This isn't an origin, but a meaning from the Urban Dictionary

stove up:
stove up
Swollen and badly bruised. Phrase primarily in rural, folk or country use in the USA. Often used to refer to an eye that is so swollen and black (usually due to a fist punch), it appears closed over.

On COPS, they showed a woman who'd been beaten up by her boyfriend; her face was all stove up.




me/debbie
and I thought Lisa might enjoy this one...(as her husband Dennis is a chiropracter )this is more of what we all think when we think of being "Stoved up"

“Hey, Doc, I’m sore as a risin’ rat chear.” This comment was my introduction to the South nearly 25 years ago as a young chiropractor originally from California now practicing in the peach and pecan country of middle Georgia. One of my very first patients, a nice little ol’ Southern lady from Perry, pointing to her low back complained to me in a language I’d never heard before. I had to excuse myself to ask my receptionist, another Southerner, to tell me what she meant.

“Her back hurts,” she simply explained to me matter-of-factly with a queried look, as if any good Southerner should know. “A ‘risin’ is like a boil.”

“Okay,” I replied, a bit embarrassed, thinking to myself I’m in deep trouble if I can’t understand my patients. After all, the true language is that which is spoken, not what is taught in classrooms as I learned as an undergrad at UC Berkeley years ago.

I returned to the consultation room looking quite assured now that I knew what she meant. “So, how long has it been sore as a risin’?” I asked, posing as if I understood exactly her Southern dialect. Just when I thought we were talking the same language, she said, “I’ve been all stoved up over two weeks now.”

Bewildered once again, I excused myself and went back to my receptionist with this new term, “all stoved up.” She explained, “That means she’s stiff and sore too.” It’s nice having a good interpreter when you need one.

I went back into the room certain that I knew her problem, only to be asked, “Did I slip a disc, doctor? Or maybe I just pulled a leader, uh?” It was obvious she was very confused, but typical for many folks who don’t understand the real cause of most back pain problems. This was my first introduction to the South and the problems I faced as a chiropractor trying to explain spinal care to the uninformed, and it’s a challenge I’ve faced for over 25 years now.

In that time, I’ve found that most Southerners are confused about many aspects of health, especially the burgeoning natural health care issues like chiropractic, nutrition, exercise, and supplements.



me/debbie:

but then....there is this one too:

My partner and I have been trying to track down the etymology of the
> expression "all stove up" which her father used to describe someone who's very hurt,
> as in "he's all stove up." Her father was born on the stake plains of east
> Texas and his father took part in some of the last great cross-country cattle
> drives as a cowboy for one of the large ranches, possibly the King Ranch. Our
> best guess is that the expression was born when a cowboy was so injured he
> couldn't do any kind of work and had to just rest by the camp stove until he was
> hopefully better. It's logical, I suppose, but is it right?




me/debbie:

and another one .....

Dick Ahlborn: Well, I'd like to ask you one other question. Could you tell the difference between a buckaroo and a farmer, just by walking down the street?
Pedroli: Yeah, you could always tell the difference.
Ahlborn: How?
Pedroli: The way he walked. Buckaroo was generally stoved up from sittin' on a horse so damn long. The farmer, he was generally stoved up from goin' over the clods and the dirt followin' the plow.