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Yeah, I have to admit I can get a bit out of control when it comes to beauty products but I had a group of girlfriends over about a month ago and let them scavenge whatever they wanted. I'm talking thousands of dollars of unopened lotions and potions crammed into numerous drawers/shelves/closets.

I do think they're all a bit shonky for the most part - especially since quite a few of the brands are owned by the same parent companies. But it's all hope in a jar and I still get sucked in from time to time.
 
The reason there are so many conditioners in the shower is that they suck, save for one, and I can't really throw them away so they're kind of just sitting there being slowly used as shaving cream.

Garnier Fruticis: sucks. Huge bottle. Big mistake.
Next purchase: EO. From Whole Foods, I thought it would be good. Sucks.
Next purchase: Burts Bees. Like their lip stuff. Conditioner.....sucks.
The last bottle is a small conditioner from the Mirage. It looks unopened, I don't know why it's in there. I took it out and put it in the travel sized bin in the closet where I hoard little soaps and shampoos from Vegas casinos. Only awesome ones though. I may have gotten the trait from my mom, but I try to rein it in. The Venitian has amazing products.

The last huge vat of conditioner is the one I wanted to buy in the first place but didn't because it's expensive. Bumble and Bumble. It's like $50 but it's huge and last for like 6 months.

I don't think I have alot of bathroom stuff. It may sound like it from the conditioner debacle, but the only storage we have is a corner medicine cabinet and a cabinet above the toilet. I have one makeup bag the size of my hand. Maybe I'm fooling myself, but as far as out of control girl behaviors I think I'm pretty under control.
 
MrX
You have no idea what a dangerous path that is to start down with MrsX. MrsX's mother is a wee bit excessively on the thrifty side when it comes to little tricks like that, and there is watered down shit EVERYWHERE. I'm talking, like, peanut butter. It's frightening. MrsX has shown some of the same tendencies, so I try to nip those behaviors in the bud before things get out of hand.
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Oh, so true. When I was visiting her, I bought four different kinds of olives at an olive bar at the grocery store. I had been eating them during the visit and there were a few left in each container. She consolidated them. I was like "Helene?" while holding up the container mixed with spicy red pepper, blue cheese, roasted red pepper and salty brine. She said "What? They're all olives." Growing up I would silently eat a mix of four cereals that didn't necessarily go together because they were all nearing the end of the bag. Shampoo and conditioner seemed to always be a white, milky water and a mix of four different brands. Every cabinet, cupboard and shelf was packed with bulk/on sale products. One of our basement walls was floor to ceiling with canned goods.

This is an improvement from my grandmother who had a fridge/freezer in the kitchen, one downstairs and two full sized chest freezers. When she died, we defrosted them and found a duck my uncle had shot in 1963. I'm not exaggerating.

Here's, in my opinion, a pretty good blog entry from me on the subject:

http://cindigo.com/2003/03/16/a-life-unexamined-is-a-life-not-worth-living/

A blog that I've neglected a full two months since I started hanging out with you fucktards. :kiss:

So, I'm pretty aware of myself on this front, but I do have a few downfalls. It's hard for me to throw away food, and I have a stash of Starbucks cups that I wash once or twice and reuse. I really like to drink out of Starbucks cups. But, Mr. X would know better than I how I'm doing in this regard.
 
nice blog post mrs. x-

i do the same thing with coffee cups

“It’s obviously not going to work out because you’re 31 and don’t want kids. Mr. X does and he’s just going to get the milk for free and buy another cow that wants calfs sometime in the future”.

your step dad is out of control
 
kato
nice blog post mrs. x-

i do the same thing with coffee cups

“It’s obviously not going to work out because you’re 31 and don’t want kids. Mr. X does and he’s just going to get the milk for free and buy another cow that wants calfs sometime in the future”.

your step dad is out of control
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Kato, you don't even know the half of it. He was a character to end all characters. He died a few years ago. If you're too happy today and want to bring yourself down a few pegs, you can read about his end days here. I just re read it for the first time after I wrote it, and I'm pretty teary.

http://cindigo.com/2006/07/28/138032/. Press the arrow on the left if you want to go forward. The whole blog is kind of messed up. I've moved it twice over the years, and it got a little mangled.

I documented the entire hospice process. When we make a kabillion dollars, hospice is one group I'm going to heavily donate to. They're amazing.
 
"He broke and continues to break down the unnecessary toughness in me." without being too sappy, that is fucking love.

My mom has cat shampoo in her shower. They haven’t owned a cat for at least fifteen years. I already knew the answer, but I had to ask anyway. When I did, she said, “Well, cats are so fluffy and shiny, I just thought….”.

He told my cousin and her family at dinner at my grandmother’s house that they needed to watch out because the French foreign exchange student that they were having come and stay at the house was only there to get Alexandria pregnant so he could get a green card.

whoa...thanks for sharing that, emotional and hard to say the least. reminded me of my grandparents and when they passed.

i am weepy.
 
Mrs. X
Growing up I would silently eat a mix of four cereals that didn't necessarily go together because they were all nearing the end of the bag. Shampoo and conditioner seemed to always be a white, milky water and a mix of four different brands. Every cabinet, cupboard and shelf was packed with bulk/on sale products. One of our basement walls was floor to ceiling with canned goods.

This is an improvement from my grandmother who had a fridge/freezer in the kitchen, one downstairs and two full sized chest freezers. When she died, we defrosted them and found a duck my uncle had shot in 1963. I'm not exaggerating.
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You know, it's kind of creepy the similarities we have in our upbringing. I swore when I read this I was reading my own biography. My parents still live that way, and even visiting their house for a couple hours is like psychological torture for me.
 
A further comment about women - or at least my woman in particular - I wonder if the chix here can relate.

I drove her to a hair-do appointment today. When I picked her up she was as done up in terms of make-up as I think I have ever seen her. She had showered of course and here's the kicker: she had washed her hair.

She washed her hair to go get her hair washed.

Wimmin.
 
HOLY SHIT!!!!!

I'm almost absolutely sure I read your blog about 2 years ago if not a bit longer. You killed your eyebrows with a Biore strip at one point, didn't you????

The reason I remember is because I checked your Flickr from time to time just to see your cool vacation photos and I remember you posting your birth announcement. You were 2 ounces heavier than my son when he was born and after racking my brain for ages I finally figured out a couple of months ago who I 'knew' that was almost the same size as him so I went back and looked for the photo again. Fucking bloody mother fucking hell. It's you, isn't it? Please tell me I'm not losing my mind here.
 
Shari91
HOLY SHIT!!!!!

I read your blog about 2 years ago if not a bit longer. You killed your eyebrows with a Biore strip at one point, didn't you????

The reason I remember is because I checked your Flickr from time to time just to see your cool vacation photos and I remember you posting your birth announcement. You were 2 ounces heavier than my son when he was born and after racking my brain for ages I finally figured out a couple of months ago who I 'knew' that was almost the same size as him so I went back and looked for the photo again. Fucking bloody mother fucking hell. It's you, isn't it? Please tell me I'm not losing my mind here.
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It's me! It's me! If it wasn't a lock on the Biore strip front, the awesome vacation photos and the premie baby birth anouncement seals it.

Was it this one?

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There was another pink one somewhere that I can't find.

Awesome. I'm everywhere man. See, we're destined to be friends.
 
Mrs. X
The last huge vat of conditioner is the one I wanted to buy in the first place but didn't because it's expensive. Bumble and Bumble. It's like $50 but it's huge and last for like 6 months.
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I am ever searching for the perfect conditioner. You see, my hair is unruly. It's curly/wavy and when the humidity hits it, it looks like I touched one of those science electricity globes. Each hair is fine but I have a lot of it. Mrs. X what kind of hair do you have? I can't use anything too rich otherwise it weighs my hair down.
 
THAT'S IT!!!!

Ok, now I'm crying. I honestly can't believe that the world works like this sometimes!! You were my son's little premmie guardian angel. I always thought of that birth announcement whenever Doctors would try to brace me about him maybe not surviving because for some reason your birth weight stuck in my head ever since I saw that photo ages ago. I even tried to remember where I'd seen it because I wanted to print off a copy and bring it into the hospital to show them to maybe make them shut up and concentrate on trying to make him ok instead of constantly giving me the gloom and doom speeches. I always held on to the fact that if you could be fine being born at basically the same weight and when premmies didn't have as many chances as they do now, then my son had a chance despite what those asshole Drs were saying.

Wow. Well, I owe you a massive thank you and anything beyond that but I'm kind of speechless right now. You helped this chick out big time by keeping her sane even though you didn't have a clue you were doing it.
 
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