I was at the dollar store the other day and came across some baby wipes - my brain went Hmmmmmmm.
I bought about six packs, a dollar a piece - how can you go wrong.
This is what I did - I opened one of the packs (80 count) and added a little more water, took the cleaning solution that I use and added a wee bit and now I have disposable cleaning pads. You also can rinse the pads and use it some more since the cleaning solution is full strength.
Another Idea is to put (2) of the pads on something like a swifer wet mop - the pads are just as strong (for baby bottoms) and also have an anti - bacterial. Try it - All your losing is a Dollar.
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Showing posts with label Thought for the day(Hmm). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thought for the day(Hmm). Show all posts
Friday, March 25, 2011
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Gram was right!
As I was going about my daily farm chores my mind took me back to when I was younger and I started to remember the old stories that my grandmother had told. I remember listening contently to the same stories over and over.
My Grandmother lived in a mining town in upper state Pa.Back in those days when the miners were hurt, they were brought home and put in there own bed. Thats where I learned as soon as your feet hit the floor,"your bed got made".My Grandfather worked the mines starting at the age of 10, no schooling - had to help out with his family. He was the one that dragged the mules out of the mines. Back in those days the mules were worked to death. He also sent the canaries down into the mine and if the canaries flew back - it was safe enough to send the men down. OK now I'm rambling - getting back to my grandmother. I remember her saying over and over when she could remember buying a loaf of bread for $.05. Now bread is well over (Store bought) $2.00 and I say to myself "I remember when". There are somethings I just really can't understand today - maybe its age but***
when did a pound of coffee become 13oz? Or here in Maine at our local store a 5# bag of sugar become 4#? Icecream is no longer a Half Gallon,Or is it my imagination even the containers are smaller and the price is higher????? Maybe its my age or eye sight but I say to you "I remember when"
Give me your thoughts on this topic :)
My Grandmother lived in a mining town in upper state Pa.Back in those days when the miners were hurt, they were brought home and put in there own bed. Thats where I learned as soon as your feet hit the floor,"your bed got made".My Grandfather worked the mines starting at the age of 10, no schooling - had to help out with his family. He was the one that dragged the mules out of the mines. Back in those days the mules were worked to death. He also sent the canaries down into the mine and if the canaries flew back - it was safe enough to send the men down. OK now I'm rambling - getting back to my grandmother. I remember her saying over and over when she could remember buying a loaf of bread for $.05. Now bread is well over (Store bought) $2.00 and I say to myself "I remember when". There are somethings I just really can't understand today - maybe its age but***
when did a pound of coffee become 13oz? Or here in Maine at our local store a 5# bag of sugar become 4#? Icecream is no longer a Half Gallon,Or is it my imagination even the containers are smaller and the price is higher????? Maybe its my age or eye sight but I say to you "I remember when"
Give me your thoughts on this topic :)
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