I grew up in a Kleenex free enviroment. We used toilet tissue for all tissue related tasks. Came on, people, it’s the same stuff, just packaged differently!
I also had three sisters, so it was a household of 5 women. Women, as you all know, use more tissue (of any kind) than men. Plus, with teen-aged girls in the house, tissue was used to put make-up on, take make-up off, clean the face with an alcohol based product (to really prevent pimples) and to dab on pimple cream when the cleanser failed to do its magic. So we went through many, many rolls of paper a week. Mom got so she just automatically bought T.P. every time she went to the store. Even as siblings got married and moved out (all three older sisters did this. I, on the other hand, went away to college and didn’t get married. Ever. Maybe I need to move back to Mom’s in order to find a husband. Not just any husband. My own husband. He can be previously husbanded, but presently wife-less). Well anyway, even as the siblings moved out, Mom continued to buy tissue as though the whole family was still sharing one bathroom. Mom has now discovered Costco, and buys tissue 24 rolls at a time. This lasts her, well, I don’t know how long exactly, but a long time. And she’ll buy more everytime she goes to Costco, because she doesn’t know when she’ll next be back and she doesn’t want to run out.
More information about my family’s tissue use than you wanted to know.
It’s not snowing here. It’s raining, but then, it’s always raining in Oregon.
We’re not scheduled to get snow until this evening. The snow will magically arrive while we sleep and tomorrow morning there will be a lovely character building opportunity available for Parallax in our driveway. I get to build my character inside. This is a warmer character building opportunity but complete with its own special challenges usually involving poo, drool or something spilled on the couch. I’d rather shovel.
We keep tissues in every room of the house. You never know when a sneeze will strike and you will need a tissue *right now! * There is nothing worse than having to sneeze and not being able to find a tissue so you run around looking in every room for some tissues only to lose the sneeze along the way. Well it would be worse if the sneeze escapes and you have to catch it in your hands. We have to be careful though since my daughter thinks tissues are great fun to play with and can empty a box in about 3 seconds.
Also tissues and TP are not the same! And I buy really soft tissues and really soft TP! We also keep the nice lotion tissues for when someone gets a cold and needs special nasal care. The lotion tissues are not appropriate for spectacle cleaning and need to be kept out of general circulation lest they be misued. TP is also the wrong size for catching sneezes. Plus, having taught the ultra literal minded munchkin the proper times to use both tissues and TP - if you are caught using them inappropriately there will be hades to pay.
I’m pretty sure the arctic cold has frozen all our smilies to death. Can we get a space heater for them or something?
Not that I’m the jealous type or anything…but with our “platonic relationship” (your description, Rue), I would think that would make me a “pal”. Yet, I have never received an e-mail from Beloved Rue.
Is it going to take sharing the Bra Photo to win me that privilege?
Right now I can hear a car foolishly (is that spelled right? It doesn’t look right.) trying to escape from an enormous snowdrift. We’re scheduled for a foot of snow today, on top of yesterday’s foot, which makes two feet- a whole set! Except we get another foot tomorrow. I’m staying inside tonight. I had to shovel twice in a three-hour period at work. Aagh. So I have lots of character.
We usually have toilet paper instead of tissue.
I think I need chocolate chip cookies or something. Hmm.
Snow? what is this of which you speak? Ah, it is that stuff that collects in the freezer, but why would you put it on the driveway and then scrape it off. I just don’t understand.
Shibb If only you had gotten your request in a day earlier, but unfortunately yesterday I promised to pay for my brother’s dentist bill which will be in the 5 figures. Plus I have to support my dog and you have already heard about her numerous health problems which always means $$$. So for lack of the MMP the money was lost, Rue, you should feel sorry for Shibb since you made this a TMP.
As I recall, didn’t Kleenix lose their brand rights to become a generic name due to common usage? If so Rue you can quit protecting your kneecaps.
No kleenex in the bathroom at my place, that would be redundant. Besides, it just gives the cats one more way to be annoying when they’re bored. All kleenex boxes must be concealed in a drawer to prevent unnecessary tissue wastage. I’m not made of money you know.
I have insider industry knowledge that this is not at all true. Although they do use similar (but not identical) raw materials. The formulas and making processes are quite different.*
And Rue, listen to what deb says. She is a very wise woman.
*I know entirely too much about tissues, soaps, detergents and certain processed foodstuffs and medicines.
dwyr, I love your gargoyle kitty pic! First thing that came to mind was Snoopy as a vulture!
When my kitty was still at the house, he preferred to lie across my chest while I was on the computer, making it very difficult for me to surf or type. Now he’s back on the boat annoying my hubby, so I can surf in a cat-free zone.
Argh. The snow ferry dumped all over my city, everything’s closed but where I work and I woke up feeling like I got beat with a shovel. Now I discover that the only major hijack for me to participate in involves Kleenex. Sheesh.
Although I suppose I could talk about Earthpuppy’s Bra Photo, which is infinitely better than the other bra photos lying around here, like this one with Lieu or that one over there with Shibboleth…or the one with Lieu and Shibboleth shudder…
Or for that matter, I could just spread vile slander about Wintermute. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Well of course when you get lieu and Shibb together you’ll need to cover them in a giant bra slort. They’re just a coupla giant boobs! Ha! A couple of giant boobs! Oh man, I crack me up! Now I have to go to the bathroom to get a kleenex to wipe these tears of mirth from my eyes.
I want one. It’s adorable, and it would be so nice to point at the kitty-gargoyle and say, “C’mon, you guys! You’re making too much noise! Why can’t you be good and quiet like that one over there?”
Dare I ask what the difference is between toilet paper and tissue?
We might get fifteen feet or so of snow a year, but at least we don’t have giant cockroaches. Or chiggers. There are some good parts to Canada.
I do have to defrost my freezer. I can send to scrapings to you, deb, if you’d like.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to the people of Northern Virginia. You see, I just moved up here less than a month ago from South Florida, and I guess God decided that all the character I developed when I lived in the north for 25+ years must have drained away from all that sun exposure - it’s like why they keep milk in cardboard containers or smoked plastic - exposure to sun not only breaks down vitamin D, it also destroys character. So, when I moved, God wanted me to bring my character level up to a better height - therefore, snow. I am so sorry.
I do not have a kitty-gargoyle, but at work, a Tigger keeps watch over my computer. At home, two bears have made their home on top of my Mac (isn’t that a song? "On top of my Mac . . . maybe not). They are friendly bears–at least they are friendly to me–so I do not mind their scrutiny as I surf.
I don’t know what this says about my character, but when we had snow earlier this month (and it is rare that we get snow, and rarer still as much as we got) I cleared my sidewalk by busting up the ice-encased snow with the end of my broom (the wooden end, not the sweeping end) and then kicking the chunks out of the way with my foot. This worked only because the freezing rain of day two had turned the fluffy snow of day one into solid blocks of ice by day three. It was strangly satisfying, although not very efficient. My neighbor, who had a snow shovel, did the whole side walk in front of my house in the time it took me–pounding and kicking–to clear off the walf from front door to sidewalk.
Hmmmm, in looking over the thread I realize that Salem gets very little snow and we also don’t have big honking bugs (ala Florida). Nor do we have enough sun to destroy our character by overexposure (I, for example, as a native Pacific Northwestern, do not tan, I rust). It may be that the Gods grant those of us lucky enough to be born here such strong and admirable characters that we do not need character building experiences. Have faith, people of the frozen North and bug-generating South, perhaps in your next life you’ll be ready to be born on the northwestern coast.
I’m currently not over the fact that it was 12 degrees this morning. 12 degrees F! That is just not done in Kentucky. I prefer my winters as mild as possible. My goal is to go a whole winter without donning gloves. Well, I guess that’s out for this year.
I can’t believe there are no-kleenex homes. You must have both tissue products. In fact, I recently converted from the “TP is TP” philosophy, to the Cottonelle with Aloe Cult. I must have it. It’s the best paper ever. I will buy nothing else, ever. And this coming from Ms. Generic Everything. I’ve gone over to the Kimberly Clark Dark Side, I think.
I feel so special! Shibb called me “a very wise woman”. But I have a felling Rue mocked me, if I could just figure out how.
Did y’all see the news reports in November when it snowed in L.A. actually it didn’t really snow, what happened was a cloud hovered over one area of the city and it hailed enough that it looked like snow. The snow didn’t melt for a day. I don’t know if you realized but this was in Watts. People from the surrounding neighborhoods were brings their children into this section so that they could play in the “snow”. This was probable the first time some of them had seen snow – I know how they felt, I didn’t see snow until I was 18 yrs old and didn’t see it falling from the sky until I was 21. Which is a very weird situation since I am only 5 now.
Lissla thanks for the offer of snow from the freezer, yes I would like some. I could invite the kids from around the neighborhood and we could have a snow fight in my front yard for the hour before it melts. It probably will get to 73F today.
Back to the tissue thing–does no one use hankerchiefs any more? I have several large, very soft old hankerchiefs that belonged to my father, and a couple of smaller, but just as soft ones owned by my grandmother. When I have a bad cold or allergies, I use these (and when I need a really good cry). Admittedly, I tend to use them at home, and use Kleenex at work, but there is something comforting about these hankerchiefs–it reminds me to have a cup of tea and just relax and take the time to feel better. No tissue falling apart in my hands is going to give me that feeling.
I know the feeling very well of which you speak, Kallessa. I have some soft, lace-edged handkerchiefs that belonged to my grandmother. I usually put one in my purse when attending weddings and funerals cuz they are truly comforting to use.
I don’t have a handkerchief as per se such Kalley. But when I’m camping I have a bandana for blowing. It’s a green one. Pretty clever, huh? It’s automatically color coded. I also have a red one I use as a pot holder. And a blue one for washing up.
If you want to make a mock Deb, it’s real easy. You just substitute Ritz cracker crumbs for the apples. Other than that, just follow the recipe.
When I was in High School, we had a Foreign Exchange Program going. We got this one girl from Down South (South America, not like Alabama) and she wanted to see snow for the Very First Time in her Whole Life. The year before she showed up, we got a lot of snow. The year after she left we got a lot of snow. The year she was here, no snow. It’s just the way it goes.
During my senior year, it rained the first day of school and the last day of school.
That’s pretty much it for High School Stories. Other than the time I got hit in the head with a hammer.
It was in Art Class. This one guy was goofing around with a rawhide mallet (for jewelry making) trying to impress the cheerleader girl. He didn’t see me walking behind him and I didn’t see he had a hammer. BAM! I got hit right under my left eye with the mallet! It knocked me out. That was the first time I got knocked unconscious. When I came to, there was pretty much everyone gathered around me. The teacher asked one of the other students for a wet paper towel. (Just one of those brown ones. Fort Scott I think. Not a premium brand.) Since my face was bleeding I thought I should have a wet paper towel too. To clean up a little. So I asked for one also, while he was getting one for the teacher. (Really. It went like: Techer: Pat (the kid who was getting the paper towel was named Pat) get me a wet paper towel. Pat: OK. Me: Yeah, get me one too, will ya?) Then I went to the school nurse while they called my Mom. Then I went to hospital for X-rays. (My head was fine.) Then I went to vote for the first time in my whole life.
Hi Ellen! Good to hear from you again. But I knew you’d be back. No one can stay away from the MMP once you’ve been marked! Bwa! Hahahahaha!
-Rue. (finally with something long enough to need signing)
I knew a girl who was from the southof England, and she was here for one winter, and it was really really mild and warm until justa after Christmas, so she started mocking our snow-stories, and telling us it never really snowed in Toronto.
A week later, we got a metre and a bit- almost four feet, in 36 hours. It was incredible. Everything stopped for three days. The (very stupid) mayor called in the army to help dig us out. Weird.
