#wasteful

both times i called planned parenthood, workforce development board, a yea pregnancy centers with a prolife statement.

guess who said they wanted them - each organization

guess who didn't pick them up - only the prolife groups. Prolife pregnancy centers cannot be bothered to acquire free items to support the health of an unborn baby.

From five years ago - 2021- a very favorite:

"I think this is mighty extraordinary. Our refrigerator died on December 29th - up and died. Suffice it to say that there was crap in that refrigerator from 1998. I was thin in 1998, I had bushy eyebrows and wore heels. I shopped at BarneysNY and travelled first class to LA.

And as we - Ken & I - cleaned out the refrigerator because, no, Lowes would not haul it away with all that shit in it, it really truly deeply dawned on me that I DON'T NEED MUCH. I do not need much now,

And truth be told: I never needed much. I wanted much. I craved much. Much meant that I was important. But that's a whole other thing: need vs. want. It dawned on me that back in those days, the thin heeled sexy hail a cab days, I believed that life was mighty easy. But life really wasn't easy. It was faux easy. And it dawned on me as I was asking Ken what the actual fuck was in a jar that coulda been pickles or maybe pickled salsa or maybe even some kinda jam….that life - a good life, a lived life, a life worth sharing - is all about cleaning up messes. The ones we make, the ones left to us, the ones that get in our way, the ones that others toss in our path, the ones that are self inflicted and the ones that we create for attention.

We cleaned out the entire refrigerator and freezer except for two jars that seemed to be crazy-fucking-glued to the shelves. Seriously stuck. At 2:30, on the dot, today - New Years Day - Lowes pick up & delivery came - two big strong men who were going to haul away the old and bring in the new and hook up the new one and Ken and the two guys fidgeted with the water line and pulled out the old one. And oh my fucking god, what a fucking mess under the fridge, years worth of messy hiding in corners and underneath and one of the guys, all masked up & gloved up - taking full COVID precaution - pulled the two jars off the shelf as if they were crumbs. BAM. Whoa, I said. Whoa, he said, and then he said: we are wasteful people. Whoa, I thought, while the lump in my throat gathered steam. So many have so little, he said. And with that: BOOM. On New Years Day, as if an Angel, albeit a big sturdy angel, came to my house to remind me that I have all that I need and less is so much more and generosity is what makes a life great and kindness is contagious and love makes the world go round and... don't be fucking wasteful.

Do not waste a moment - not one - on folks who break your heart, on situations that cause you unnecessary pain, on humans who make you go through fucking hoops, on crap you don't need, on people who don't love you.

Don't waste a moment waiting for that text, that call, that email to validate you.

I'm here to tell you - on New Years Day - that we are all fucking stunning awesome creatures, magnificent. Messy and gooey and fucked-up and glorious.

Don't waste one moment believing that you're not extraordinary.

I love you all."

I don’t even have words for what’s inside this dumpster..

Fuck everyone who voted for this. THIS.

I would say FAFO, but the problem is we are ALL finding out.