Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I think it's official.

Being white trash is one of those things that's hard to define, but you know it when you see it.


And I think I see it.


In myself.



Reason #1: The sheer amount of time I spend at the Walmart is alarming. And the fact that I call it "the Walmart". A quick search of the ol' blog shows I've mentioned that horrible store 7 times. This far surpasses my mentions of a non-WT store:


(Well, I guess there's one now.) Any given week I'd say I'm at the Walmart at least two times. And that's a modest estimate.



Reason #2: I love sweatpants. I have about a dozen pairs of black or gray sweatpants and I don one each night within minutes of my return home. My very favorite pair are so soft, it feels like you're wearing pants made out of rainbows and babies. They have pockets, too! Do you even know how hard it is to find sweatpants with pockets? This particular pair is black but once I dripped a little bleach on one of the legs BUT THEN I colored in the little spot with a Sharpie. And you can hardly even tell. 



Reason #3: this is what my feet look like 95% of the time I'm not at work:



Oh, I love flip-flops! They are certifiably trashy but, oh, do I love them!




Reason #4: I cannot bear to throw something out if it still works. That's why I've never owned 2 working cell phones in my life: the phone must be completely inoperable before I will consider shelling out for a new one. And I don't know if any of you saw the Rodeo in her final days but, seriously, that baby was finito. And then one time one of the legs on my coffee table broke off and I super-glued it back on. Therefore many of my belongings are in various stages of deterioration and I'm okay with that. Call me a cheapskate but I can't live with the idea of filling up landfills with stuff that still totally works!

6 comments:

Beerman said...

As a resident of Southwest Florida living in a town with 5 Walmarts in a 15 mile radius, driving a 15 year-old Jeep with no doors, and owning a dozen pairs of flip-flops (most bought from WalMart), and not owning a single pair of socks....

you are officially an honorary one of us and welcome into the world of redneck white trash anytime you see fit.

PS... our Walmart has a liquor department.

Alanna said...

Yeah, this is a pretty close description of me, too. Except substitute "sweat pants" with "pajama pants." I do get rid of stuff, but only because I don't have enough room in my house for junk, thanks to the oodles of toys my in-laws buy for the kids. But if anything works, I just give it away on free-cycle. That way I don't feel bad about contributing to the landfills!

It's too bad that life is so much more comfortable (not to mention affordable!) if you're white trash!

Kristina P. said...

I love sweats. But I am not a big flip flop fan. I rarely even wear them in the summer.

Dale Kemp said...

Until you show up on People of Walmart, no need to worry. Unless that was you in the sweat pants and tube top?

If it was then say no more. I know where you van get a good deal on a trailer.

Becca's Blog said...

Sharpies are awesome...you can fix so many things with a Sharpie.

Oh, and sweatpants are awesome too. I can't imagine life without them. so keep working the sweatpants Kim.

Sherrie said...

I am in no way responsible for Kim's white trashedness.
signed,
Her mother