tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post9112488528642618649..comments2023-05-11T01:39:20.875-06:00Comments on Does This Make My Blog Look Fat?: The Scent of Pine Reminds me of CapitalismLeauxrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-48957173278193154182012-06-21T21:14:09.685-06:002012-06-21T21:14:09.685-06:00I love it......awsomeI love it......awsomePost tops NSW http://archpc.com.au/index.htmnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-62081393196908060952012-01-10T15:34:16.449-07:002012-01-10T15:34:16.449-07:00Fudge. I forgot to check the "e-mail me follo...Fudge. I forgot to check the "e-mail me follow up comments," box again.Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16992692210761130199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-17445271231915493102012-01-09T16:32:43.896-07:002012-01-09T16:32:43.896-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16992692210761130199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-37097010362283960802012-01-09T16:32:43.565-07:002012-01-09T16:32:43.565-07:00L- this "memoir," type of story is aweso...L- this "memoir," type of story is awesome. I think you should write a book of all these memoirs of yours, because it's NOT too detailed at all, it's simply delicious. The descriptions activate all my senses and it makes me sad, happy and amused all at the same time-- how do you beat that?Lovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16992692210761130199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-30461037057592896002011-12-15T16:36:09.696-07:002011-12-15T16:36:09.696-07:00mistylaws: Um. I think you have convinced me tha...mistylaws: Um. I think you have convinced me that it isn't a good idea. But it just sounded like an AWESOME idea to have cotton candy instead of hair for some reason.<br /><br />I have a lot of bad ideas.Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-13873498455174847682011-12-15T14:00:57.704-07:002011-12-15T14:00:57.704-07:00As to: head inside vat of scalding hot sugar coate...As to: head inside vat of scalding hot sugar coated air? Um, no. But by the end of the day I was so coated with sugar, it was practically like I had. If anyone were to lick me or my clothing, they would have gotten a massive sugar high. It was dreadful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-21516557526046830522011-12-15T08:46:14.602-07:002011-12-15T08:46:14.602-07:00Sandra: I went to the local grocery store, and ye...Sandra: I went to the local grocery store, and yes, they are the same wreath bases that I used. <br /><br />I think my titles are getting better. It's almost more important than content!Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-63261391258379801402011-12-14T22:08:04.929-07:002011-12-14T22:08:04.929-07:00I will never look at a wreath the same way again. ...I will never look at a wreath the same way again. And yet, I want one now.<br />I did giggle when I read your title. It's brilliant!Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09894333322881236627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-75956352849858270912011-12-14T15:22:50.925-07:002011-12-14T15:22:50.925-07:00Jen: I keep thinking that it would smell like Pine...Jen: I keep thinking that it would smell like Pine Sol. I would be in therapy over that, too!<br /><br />mistylaws: I am surprised by how many people are allergic to pine needles! <br /><br />I've always wondered about those cotton candy places... Were you ever tempted to just stick your head inside?Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-78032639767832035022011-12-14T14:14:48.080-07:002011-12-14T14:14:48.080-07:00I would never been able to do that job. I would h...I would never been able to do that job. I would have been covered in itchy red bumps. I can barely put up a tree!!<br /><br />I did work in a very small kiosk at a swim club when I was a teen. In that very small kiosk was a very large cotton candy maker. By the end of the day, I was so covered and coated in sugar from all of it flying around in the air to make that shit that I was practically a candy cane. It was not festive. It was disgusting. To this day, I can't eat that shit. Shudder.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-67360283695228955492011-12-14T11:32:09.197-07:002011-12-14T11:32:09.197-07:00My mom used the same fake wreath every year and wo...My mom used the same fake wreath every year and would spray it with pine air freshener. . .that memory is still showing up in my therapy.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11099937803169146205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-85764685242198070462011-12-14T09:10:46.773-07:002011-12-14T09:10:46.773-07:00Thoughtsy: Esme is TOTALLY celebrating.
Apparent...Thoughtsy: Esme is TOTALLY celebrating. <br /><br />Apparently, Jazz cat wanted to add some color, so he chewed and ate some festive ribbon while I wasn't looking last night.Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-38987288696323608832011-12-14T08:04:53.990-07:002011-12-14T08:04:53.990-07:00It cracks me up when I see tinsel in the cat box. ...It cracks me up when I see tinsel in the cat box. Here I was thinking Esme was being a Scrooge, but no. She just celebrates in her own way.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-11927519295612815502011-12-13T11:45:03.771-07:002011-12-13T11:45:03.771-07:00thesacredandtheprofane: I'm not hanging it (c...thesacredandtheprofane: I'm not hanging it (cat shit) on the tree or anything, but it is SO SPARKLY. Um. Sorry. That was gross.<br /><br />I get hives from grass, which has always made that "laying in a field" pretty uncomfortable for me, so I understand the feeling.<br /><br />And THANK YOU, for the awesome amazing compliment. I have all these memoir type stories that I have been hesitant to post because they are so long... I think I'll keep it up for December, though. People seem to like them.Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-10391670131248234712011-12-13T11:01:04.926-07:002011-12-13T11:01:04.926-07:00First- "even the cat shit is festive" ma...First- "even the cat shit is festive" made me laugh out loud.<br /><br />Second- your comment about fat getting colder than muscles explains so much about why I am cold all. the. time.<br /><br />Third- I admire your ability to work with pines without getting hives. By the end of the first day, I would have had red bumps everywhere. Which is why we have a fake tree. *sigh*<br /><br />Finally- awesome story. I could smell the grocery store pine just as you described it, including the metallic smell from the red kettle folks. Thank you for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-46877752360953119472011-12-13T10:24:56.973-07:002011-12-13T10:24:56.973-07:00wagthedad: Oh. OH. So... no dead trees in the li...wagthedad: Oh. OH. So... no dead trees in the living room in Austria? I never thought about it before, but I am pretty sure that Christmas wouldn't be the same without the pagan capitalistic American trappings... PLEASE tell me that the Austrians replaced that bit of awesome with something better...?Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-33834920307698323542011-12-13T09:05:55.629-07:002011-12-13T09:05:55.629-07:00This is really interesting, because the scent of p...This is really interesting, because the scent of pine makes ME think of home, i.e. the United States.<br /><br />So capitalism.<br /><br />Right?wagthedadhttp://www.wagthedad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-63677256525471673542011-12-12T10:42:33.501-07:002011-12-12T10:42:33.501-07:00Making Space: I'm not saying it isn't wort...Making Space: I'm not saying it isn't worth it, but yeah. I am reminded now and again what goes into making things. <br /><br />hoodyhoo: Oh, wow, yes. Coffee bean oil will melt plastic. Also, "...will eat the skin off your hands faster than a zombie in the KFC parking lot" is pure genius. You should write a book.<br /><br />Stephanie: I was worried I was being too wordy writing this, but decided to just go with it because I didn't want to come up with anything else. Now I'm glad I shared it.<br /><br />Keith: Love Actually, Scrooged, and Bad Santa are the staples around the Leauxra household. I haven't watched any of them yet. Eek.<br /><br />The local grocery store tries to source locally... also, I think the shipping for the pine (and their lack of staying power) means that most of wreaths in the area are fairly local. I am curious, though, and I'll have to go check them out...<br /><br />Tim: Wait, did you work in the wreath place, too? Or did you just go hiking at night and imagine what it would be like for your eyeball to get poked out by a stray branch?<br /><br />I ride my bike and hike in the dark with safety glasses, although I was thinking about getting some non-prescription hipster glasses because I am just that cool.<br /><br />KK and UK: Merry Xmas Death! HAH! I thought you had the cushy decorating job... but you made stuff for dead people! Very holiday spirit.<br /><br />Angie: Meh, no reason to punish the fundraiser. Just write angry letters demanding to know about the wreath labor practices... Anonymously, of course.Leauxrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16056708620380337471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-30054993790062856422011-12-12T10:14:13.744-07:002011-12-12T10:14:13.744-07:00I love the smell of a fresh wreath or fresh garlan...I love the smell of a fresh wreath or fresh garland. Now I feel horrible about buying that wreath from my son's Christmas fundraiser at church. You know those pasty white corn fed Methodist kids aren't in the wreath warehouse making them! <br /><br />:D Merry Christmas!Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04663812073515798267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-61684572714065746002011-12-12T09:04:25.650-07:002011-12-12T09:04:25.650-07:00Ha! I did a couple years after you, but they woul...Ha! I did a couple years after you, but they wouldn't let me make wreaths. Instead, I made the pine sheets that go over coffins for funerals and the pine "swabs" you put on graves at Christmas. Merry Xmas, Death! And yes, it was damn cold in there. I worked every day and made $102.KK and UKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12888196733603226341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-49914095070991905772011-12-12T08:15:10.274-07:002011-12-12T08:15:10.274-07:00What d'ya know, I guess those experiences real...What d'ya know, I guess those experiences really <i>do</i> build character, after all.<br /><br />So, home improvement stores sell safety glasses that double as sunglasses, and they can often be gotten pretty cheaply. These probably don't have the UV protection of a <i>real</i> pair of sunglasses, but I see my eyes getting poked out of my head as more of a threat than getting a tumors on them. And nobody even needs to know.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06268565181288974957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-79384780005325141392011-12-12T05:59:35.573-07:002011-12-12T05:59:35.573-07:00You know that the wreaths now come from China, and...You know that the wreaths now come from China, and those people would kill to be getting paid as well as you were.<br /><br />I am almost in the mood for Love Actually. Soon.Keithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-21820470826696578272011-12-12T05:23:30.057-07:002011-12-12T05:23:30.057-07:00This is such a great memoir-y description of a cra...This is such a great memoir-y description of a crappy teenaged job! I felt like I was right there next to you. I'll think of you every time I catch a whiff of pine.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00420841652300294215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-46058322537739512452011-12-12T05:19:10.075-07:002011-12-12T05:19:10.075-07:00your pine-scent memory is kinda like mine for coff...your pine-scent memory is kinda like mine for coffee beans -- linked to MY wage-slave job working at a place that sold fresh ground beans. The oils in which will eat the skin off your hands faster than a zombie in the KFC parking lot.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6436529532164956333.post-25290327500075287012011-12-12T04:59:18.111-07:002011-12-12T04:59:18.111-07:00Wow - I haven't bought a fresh wreath (my plas...Wow - I haven't bought a fresh wreath (my plastic one is about to get blown off my front door with recent freakish winds where I live). Now I know if I spend twenty bucks on it, very very very little will go to the person who made the wreath. <br /><br />I must say, captivating description, I felt like I was there and now I think I need to go run my hands under warm water...MakingSpacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09512337949478137031noreply@blogger.com