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Sunday, September 4, 2011

A midlife crisis is a real bitch

And I'm sure people think I'm compensating when they see this 96-gallon beast in the driveway. But this Big Momma of G-cans will hold freaking everything from an entire week, and unlike our old little guys, it's got a hinged lid. So the raccoons' mouths can keep watering as they kick on down the lane.

The old lids went missing when we lived in Cleveland on winter. I hope the thieves enjoyed their sleds.

We're going to christen this beauty over the long weekend. Still not sure what to name her.
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9 comments:

  1. pikkumattiSeptember 4, 2011 at 10:33 PM

    30 years ago or so, my Dad bought my Grandmother (his mother) a plastic 33 gallon garbage can for Christmas. She looked him in the eye, and said "This is the best Christmas present I ever got."

    And she didn't hand out compliments very easily.

    Enjoy yours!

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  2. kathleenSeptember 5, 2011 at 2:51 PM

    Dude, dont you have five kids? You need two of those mothers.

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  3. DianeSeptember 6, 2011 at 12:59 PM

    LOL, we get around all that by having a compost pile. Actually it's a sort of Charlie Brown compost pile. It never quite makes it to "pile" status. This may be because we throw stuff into it you're not supposed to throw (like baby-back rib bones), so the area wildlife and neighbors' dogs come and eat most of the compost pile before it piles up. Then all that's left are egg shells and icky unsightly stuff like that.

    We take non-organic trash to the dump. We've been doing that ever since we lived in Vermont, where the local dump is sort of the social hub of the town. Dumps are not quite so socially vibrant down here in NC, but they're still kind of a rural tradition.

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  4. PauliSeptember 6, 2011 at 11:44 PM

    Dumps rule. We used to go to one to kill excess cats with a 12-gauge.

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  5. PauliSeptember 6, 2011 at 11:44 PM

    Dumps rule. We used to go to one to kill excess cats with a 12-gauge.

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  6. pikkumattiSeptember 7, 2011 at 10:01 AM

    When I was a wee lad, we lived in a town with no garbage collection. Everyone had to take their own garbage to the dump. It was a freaky place for a 5 year old to go -- but fascinating.

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  7. DianeSeptember 7, 2011 at 4:55 PM

    ^ Pikkumatti, yeah, that's how Vermont was. Everything's on a town basis in Vermont, and virtually every town has a dump. In some places, the weekend entertainment consists of getting drunk and going to the dump to watch the bears forage for food. Can be a dangerous pastime, I'm told.

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  8. DianeSeptember 7, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    ^ That would be the weekend-NIGHT entertainment. I don't thunk bears forage at dumps during the day.

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  9. DianeSeptember 7, 2011 at 4:56 PM

    thunk = think Sorry!

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