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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on November 29, 2009, 05:56:53 PM
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Oh my.
Phentex (1000+ posts) Sun Nov-29-09 04:10 PM
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I saw holiday popcorn tins today. They have shrunk!
Granted, nobody ever needed the giant ones they used to sell but these have gotten pretty small. We have some old ones that we store lights in and they seem huge by comparison. Just another example of our shrinking food products.
I dunno.
franksolich has been around a while, and franksolich has always seen a vast variety of sizes of holiday tins. The same variety of sizes of holiday tins that have been on the floor at Dollar General since last August.
grasswire (1000+ posts) Sun Nov-29-09 06:25 PM
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1. I saw that!
They are tapered on the bottoms, and quite a bit smaller.
I don't know why stores even stock those. Are they a tradition somewhere? Thousands and thousands of them at the checkstands.
The gassy wired primitive, from that farmette up over there in Wisconsin, must shop at Dollar General.
hippywife (1000+ posts) Sun Nov-29-09 06:29 PM
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2. Cheap holiday and hostess gifts is all I can figure.
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hippywife (1000+ posts) Sun Nov-29-09 06:29 PM
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2. Cheap holiday and hostess gifts is all I can figure.
For "enlightened progressives" DUmmies can sure be greedy and materialistic. But since DUmmies don't believe in God or Jesus I guess they'll never get what Christmas is about.
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For "enlightened progressives" DUmmies can sure be greedy and materialistic. But since DUmmies don't believe in God or Jesus I guess they'll never get what Christmas is about.
Yeah, Grandma's real careful about not using certain words, in this case "Christmas."
Grandma, who's only 50 years old, making her the young 'un of the cooking and baking forum, grew up in Ohio, in the midst of a large loving family of Italianate origin.
But for some reason, Grandma never got married until she was 38 years old.
I don't know this for sure, but I suspect Grandma and hippyhubby "met" via the internet or somesuch long-distance arrangement. And then she left her large loving Buckeye Mediterraneac family for somewhere in northeastern Oklahoma, from whence hippyhubby comes.
It appears hippyhubby rules the roost, and alas hippyhubby is an old grouch, a curmudgeon, a selfish skinflint tightwad, which can't make it pleasant for Grandma.
Hippyhubby, being a sour old grouch, apparently doesn't care for God, and Grandma, trying to appease him, appears to have adopted, at least superficially, his own negative attitude about God and religion.
This Christmas, Grandma and hippyhubby are spending the day listening to some "talking books" of some personality on National Public Radio.
No God, no cheer, no goodwill.
It's very sad.
It's kind of like the marriage of Aunt Bea from Mayberry RFD and Alfred Packer.
edited to add last sentence; sorry for the inconvenience
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I don't know this for sure, but I suspect Grandma and hippyhubby "met" via the internet or somesuch long-distance arrangement. And then she left her large loving Buckeye Mediterraneac family for somewhere in northeastern Oklahoma, from whence hippyhubby comes.
That's something I'll never get. What kind of nutcase leaves friends and family behind to travel hundreds or thousands of miles to live with someone they met on the internet?
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That's something I'll never get. What kind of nutcase leaves friends and family behind to travel hundreds or thousands of miles to live with someone they met on the internet?
I'm guessing they "met" on the internet first, and then later met in real life, after which they found themselves agreeable to each other.
It apparently was serious business; they got married, didn't just shack up with each other.
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Wait a minute. I consider(ed) myself an expert on such matters. Who was Alfred Packer?
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Wait a minute. I consider(ed) myself an expert on such matters. Who was Alfred Packer?
A cannibal who owned a football team.
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I don't think the 5 guys that were with him constitute a team. LOL!
ETA (I dunno frank, Bea was pretty damn good cook! Might have been a marriage made in.........uh, never mind.)
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Wait a minute. I consider(ed) myself an expert on such matters. Who was Alfred Packer?
The man-eater Alfred Packer, circa the late 1870s, out in Colorado.
It's a regional piece of history.
Alfred Packer was a wild-eyed nasty mean craggy-looking guy who offered to guide some gold-miners through the mountains of southern Colorado. In the winter. Disregarding the warnings of others, including the Native Americans, the party went with him.
The rest of the story is not pretty.