Hot on the heels of my Folgers Coffee rant is my
next commercial that is nails on a chalkboard
to me. The "I owed the IRS 5 billion dollars
but only had to pay 1 billion dollars"
If they owed 5 billion dollars than that means they
had to have made 15 billion dollars right? Why are
they proud that the rest of us taxpayers are
probably footing the bill for their 4 billion that
they did not pay?
I must be missing something.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Folgers Coffee commercial
I was reminiscing this morning as I was making
coffee. I use Folgers which brings me to my
thought for the day.
Do you remember the commercial for Folgers
from several years ago that took place in
some swanky place.
The narration went something like this:
"We've secretly replaced the ordinarily fine coffee
normally served in this fancy restaurant
with Folgers"
Camera than pans to several diners nodding their
approval of what good coffee they were drinking.
They never would have guessed it was Folgers.
Here's the rub: If Folgers was so good wouldn't
they be serving it to start with?
I'm just sayin'....
coffee. I use Folgers which brings me to my
thought for the day.
Do you remember the commercial for Folgers
from several years ago that took place in
some swanky place.
The narration went something like this:
"We've secretly replaced the ordinarily fine coffee
normally served in this fancy restaurant
with Folgers"
Camera than pans to several diners nodding their
approval of what good coffee they were drinking.
They never would have guessed it was Folgers.
Here's the rub: If Folgers was so good wouldn't
they be serving it to start with?
I'm just sayin'....
Why a Bouvier is good for your soul.
For those not familiar, a Bouvier des Flandres is a breed
of dog.
Quinn, my Bouvier, can be oh so annoying. He has a
wet beard (which leads to wet everything at bouv
height), a disheveled look, frighteningly smart, tick
magnet (tick, not chick), collects ferns, sticks and
other debris in his coat and beard, he raids
garbage cans, and eats plastic. This is the short
list.
But for all of his "habits" his best one is that he makes
me smile.
He is not a small dog, pushing the nearer side of 90#
and 27 and a pinch at the shoulder, a pocket pet he
is not. Imagine all this dog laying on his back,
completely sprawled out in his crate, too relaxed
to acknowledge me with little more than an eye roll
that I could see through the hair. The sight of him
makes me smile.
Since I mentioned it, lets discuss the hair. All of it.
I want Quinn to look like a Bouvier, no pet cut for
my boy. Why is it that hours of brushing a week
(literally) and he still looks like a rumpled old man
that hasn't changed clothes in a week. Beard a mess,
eyebrows askew, what is up with that? The wild
hairs atop his head and the few that always seem to
curl over his nose make me smile. I have to admit
with all that hair, there is never any on the floor,
or clothing. Yes, his hair makes me grin.
He likes his butt scratched. Leave the head alone
folks and get right to the business end. If I am sitting
at the table he makes sure his rear is near me. As
I scratch, he won't move a bit. This makes me smile.
It makes me smile that he allows me in "his circle".
I would even venture to say that he likes me. You
must understand that Bouvs don't hand out friend-
ship like business cards. More like you feel privileged
if you are given the secret password from him that
says you might be okay by him.
He's not a barker, thank heavens. However if he
does bark, you better take a look because something
is up. I trust his judgement and he has shown me
he has good instincts.
He is not perfect, nor am I but together we can
muddle through life he'll have my back and I
will have his.
Yes, Quinn makes me smile.
of dog.
Quinn, my Bouvier, can be oh so annoying. He has a
wet beard (which leads to wet everything at bouv
height), a disheveled look, frighteningly smart, tick
magnet (tick, not chick), collects ferns, sticks and
other debris in his coat and beard, he raids
garbage cans, and eats plastic. This is the short
list.
But for all of his "habits" his best one is that he makes
me smile.
He is not a small dog, pushing the nearer side of 90#
and 27 and a pinch at the shoulder, a pocket pet he
is not. Imagine all this dog laying on his back,
completely sprawled out in his crate, too relaxed
to acknowledge me with little more than an eye roll
that I could see through the hair. The sight of him
makes me smile.
Since I mentioned it, lets discuss the hair. All of it.
I want Quinn to look like a Bouvier, no pet cut for
my boy. Why is it that hours of brushing a week
(literally) and he still looks like a rumpled old man
that hasn't changed clothes in a week. Beard a mess,
eyebrows askew, what is up with that? The wild
hairs atop his head and the few that always seem to
curl over his nose make me smile. I have to admit
with all that hair, there is never any on the floor,
or clothing. Yes, his hair makes me grin.
He likes his butt scratched. Leave the head alone
folks and get right to the business end. If I am sitting
at the table he makes sure his rear is near me. As
I scratch, he won't move a bit. This makes me smile.
It makes me smile that he allows me in "his circle".
I would even venture to say that he likes me. You
must understand that Bouvs don't hand out friend-
ship like business cards. More like you feel privileged
if you are given the secret password from him that
says you might be okay by him.
He's not a barker, thank heavens. However if he
does bark, you better take a look because something
is up. I trust his judgement and he has shown me
he has good instincts.
He is not perfect, nor am I but together we can
muddle through life he'll have my back and I
will have his.
Yes, Quinn makes me smile.
Three Ring Circus
I was never much of a circus fan. Maybe because
I never saw a well done one.Occasionally the random
traveling circus would stop in our hometown when
I was a child. Trust me the urge to run away and join
them did not enter my mind.
While I never wanted to run away and join them,
it seems that the circus of life is more that ready to
set up three rings right in my house.
Ring 1: Obligations that are ever present and sometimes
difficult to meet are strutting their stuff like the elephants
going round and round hanging on to each others tails,
circling and circling and never getting anywhere.
Ring2: Here we find the never ending sets of problems
to be worked out like how to fit 15 clowns into a
Volkswagen. We try and try only to find out that 15
clowns DON'T fit into a VW after all.
Ring 3: This is the ring with all the oohs and aaah's.
Acrobats being hurled through air, tigers jumping
through hoops of fire, swords being swallowed, knives
being thrown, who knows maybe goldfish are being
eaten.
See why I don't like the circus? Too much drama,
I don't want to solve big problems right now, and
I am not interested in death defying acts, heck I
don't even want to see the elephants.
If it's okay I want my popcorn and drink and take
it to a quiet place with no confusion. I might read,
listen to my ipod, crunch my corn, sip my drink,
but no drama or excitement please.
Is that so wrong?
I never saw a well done one.Occasionally the random
traveling circus would stop in our hometown when
I was a child. Trust me the urge to run away and join
them did not enter my mind.
While I never wanted to run away and join them,
it seems that the circus of life is more that ready to
set up three rings right in my house.
Ring 1: Obligations that are ever present and sometimes
difficult to meet are strutting their stuff like the elephants
going round and round hanging on to each others tails,
circling and circling and never getting anywhere.
Ring2: Here we find the never ending sets of problems
to be worked out like how to fit 15 clowns into a
Volkswagen. We try and try only to find out that 15
clowns DON'T fit into a VW after all.
Ring 3: This is the ring with all the oohs and aaah's.
Acrobats being hurled through air, tigers jumping
through hoops of fire, swords being swallowed, knives
being thrown, who knows maybe goldfish are being
eaten.
See why I don't like the circus? Too much drama,
I don't want to solve big problems right now, and
I am not interested in death defying acts, heck I
don't even want to see the elephants.
If it's okay I want my popcorn and drink and take
it to a quiet place with no confusion. I might read,
listen to my ipod, crunch my corn, sip my drink,
but no drama or excitement please.
Is that so wrong?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Rainy Day Thoughts
It is pouring buckets out right now, serious buckets.
I actually used an umbrella this morning as I went
to Sunday School.
I like rain in the context of filling the water tables,
flooding earthworms to the surface for the robins
and the like,but rain in general makes me want
to curl up in bed and take a snooze or read a good
book.
I actually used an umbrella this morning as I went
to Sunday School.
I like rain in the context of filling the water tables,
flooding earthworms to the surface for the robins
and the like,but rain in general makes me want
to curl up in bed and take a snooze or read a good
book.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Yearning for nostalgia
Lava lamps, fondue, felt lined winter boots, buying gas
according to your license plate number, The Bee Gees,
playing outside until dark, neighborhood games of "Kick the Can"
annual viewing of The Wizard of Oz near Thanksgiving.
All these things remind me of my childhood.
Society today moves way to fast, has too many things,
and seems to appreciate little. I have been yearning
for the simpler things in life as of late. My start has
been with cutting to only 20 channels on TV. The
result was a trip to the library yesterday afternoon.
Not a bad start.
As a child I remember spending the day at the swimming
pool. Being fair complected, my nose would be covered
with Desitin to ward off sunburn. We would leave each
day at 3:30 to go home in order for my mom to make
supper. We ate as a family every night.
Winters back in the day meant snow piled 3 feet high.
Cold weather wear in the 70's was not quite as high
tech as it is now. After soaking our boots the first time,
bread bags were in order on the feet. Gloves that never
dried out were replaced by socks on the hands. Sound
familiar anyone?
I remember building cabins in the woods, riding my
bike endlessly, going fishing or catching salamanders in
the pond in our back yard, getting chores done in the
morning so we would be free in the afternoon, and ghost
stories around the campfire.
I hope that children today, my own included, will be
able to look back fondly at their childhood as I can.
Feel free to add your memories and ideas for
simplification of your life, a clearing house of sorts.
Let's get back to basics in this crazy world.
Simplify.
according to your license plate number, The Bee Gees,
playing outside until dark, neighborhood games of "Kick the Can"
annual viewing of The Wizard of Oz near Thanksgiving.
All these things remind me of my childhood.
Society today moves way to fast, has too many things,
and seems to appreciate little. I have been yearning
for the simpler things in life as of late. My start has
been with cutting to only 20 channels on TV. The
result was a trip to the library yesterday afternoon.
Not a bad start.
As a child I remember spending the day at the swimming
pool. Being fair complected, my nose would be covered
with Desitin to ward off sunburn. We would leave each
day at 3:30 to go home in order for my mom to make
supper. We ate as a family every night.
Winters back in the day meant snow piled 3 feet high.
Cold weather wear in the 70's was not quite as high
tech as it is now. After soaking our boots the first time,
bread bags were in order on the feet. Gloves that never
dried out were replaced by socks on the hands. Sound
familiar anyone?
I remember building cabins in the woods, riding my
bike endlessly, going fishing or catching salamanders in
the pond in our back yard, getting chores done in the
morning so we would be free in the afternoon, and ghost
stories around the campfire.
I hope that children today, my own included, will be
able to look back fondly at their childhood as I can.
Feel free to add your memories and ideas for
simplification of your life, a clearing house of sorts.
Let's get back to basics in this crazy world.
Simplify.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Ewwww, what's that smell?
Since getting the Trailblazer I haven't been driving the Cavalier
very much as of late. However, on the few occasions that I
have driven it, I have noticed a rather aromatic smell,
and not in a good way. Kinda mildewy.
So my project for Saturday was to get to the bottom of
the smell. Gathered all the tools, mini shop vac, extension
cord, Bissell Little Green machine etc. I set about removing
the floor mats to find that there is moisture for some
reason under them. Ewwww, the root of the problem.
After I shop vac all the stuck smashed Skittles of the carpet I
set about with the little green machine. Now you must understand
that I like seeing the dirt getting sucked up the hose, gives me a
sense of satisfaction. Anyway I squeeze the trigger to express the
water solution and nothing. Not a drip, not a drop, not even a sputter
of water would come out of the hose. I try again, remove the end of
the hose, mulitple squeezes of the trigger and still nothing.
I ask DH to come have a look because I am famously inept with
anything remotely mechanical. He doesn't have any more success
than me. How about a spray bottle he suggests. Good thinking. I find
an empty spray bottle, fill it with my cleaning solution all pumped up
for some heavy duty dirt removal.
Spray, spray, suck it up, repeat. Spray, spray, suck it up repeat.
Then tragedy struck. A squeeze of the trigger and then nothing. nother
squeeze, still nothing.
Is this someone's idea of a sick joke? All I want to do is clean
my car, reduce the ick factor, and the for some reason I am
not allowed! The car cleaning Gods are frowning upon me.
Perhaps a vat of Febreeze and a box fan for a day or so........
Sock update: Houston, there has been sock removal. Strangely
DH picked them up and I gasped at him "What are you doing??? You are
picking up the socks, you know the "blog socks"! Now what am I
going to write about? Something relevant? I think not.
very much as of late. However, on the few occasions that I
have driven it, I have noticed a rather aromatic smell,
and not in a good way. Kinda mildewy.
So my project for Saturday was to get to the bottom of
the smell. Gathered all the tools, mini shop vac, extension
cord, Bissell Little Green machine etc. I set about removing
the floor mats to find that there is moisture for some
reason under them. Ewwww, the root of the problem.
After I shop vac all the stuck smashed Skittles of the carpet I
set about with the little green machine. Now you must understand
that I like seeing the dirt getting sucked up the hose, gives me a
sense of satisfaction. Anyway I squeeze the trigger to express the
water solution and nothing. Not a drip, not a drop, not even a sputter
of water would come out of the hose. I try again, remove the end of
the hose, mulitple squeezes of the trigger and still nothing.
I ask DH to come have a look because I am famously inept with
anything remotely mechanical. He doesn't have any more success
than me. How about a spray bottle he suggests. Good thinking. I find
an empty spray bottle, fill it with my cleaning solution all pumped up
for some heavy duty dirt removal.
Spray, spray, suck it up, repeat. Spray, spray, suck it up repeat.
Then tragedy struck. A squeeze of the trigger and then nothing. nother
squeeze, still nothing.
Is this someone's idea of a sick joke? All I want to do is clean
my car, reduce the ick factor, and the for some reason I am
not allowed! The car cleaning Gods are frowning upon me.
Perhaps a vat of Febreeze and a box fan for a day or so........
Sock update: Houston, there has been sock removal. Strangely
DH picked them up and I gasped at him "What are you doing??? You are
picking up the socks, you know the "blog socks"! Now what am I
going to write about? Something relevant? I think not.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
It's that time of year
Spring is nearly upon us and with warmer weather, birds about, and
mud drying. We busy ourselves with raking, cleaning up wayward
branches, and planning our warm weather landscaping.
This leads me to a major pet peeve of mine, outdoor decor.
I need a theme folks. I dislike the seven dwarfs beside a statue
of the Virgin Mary. A don't like to see a whirly gig beside a settee
of two frogs under an umbrella. Giant faux flowers stuck in the
ground in colors that I am sure are fairly rare in nature. My
philosophy is less IS more.
Give me some nice flowers, bird feeders, bird bath and I am happy.
I realize to each their own.
Don't even get me started on fan powered blow up lawn ornaments.
(you know who you are)
mud drying. We busy ourselves with raking, cleaning up wayward
branches, and planning our warm weather landscaping.
This leads me to a major pet peeve of mine, outdoor decor.
I need a theme folks. I dislike the seven dwarfs beside a statue
of the Virgin Mary. A don't like to see a whirly gig beside a settee
of two frogs under an umbrella. Giant faux flowers stuck in the
ground in colors that I am sure are fairly rare in nature. My
philosophy is less IS more.
Give me some nice flowers, bird feeders, bird bath and I am happy.
I realize to each their own.
Don't even get me started on fan powered blow up lawn ornaments.
(you know who you are)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Tuesday Part II
Happy St. Patricks Day!
I had the joy of visiting Ireland August 2001 and it was
wonderful! Flew into Shannon Airport and the view was
all stone fences and green fields. Breathtaking.
My third cousin has traveled Ireland extensively and also
has been key in researching our family tree. My family
is from County Tyrone in Northern Ireland. A highlight
of the trip was driving to North and visiting the cemetery
where my ancestors are buried.
My family names include Calhoun, Ralston, Murphy,
McFarland, and Cunningham. Yeah, we are a wee bit
Irish!
I had the joy of visiting Ireland August 2001 and it was
wonderful! Flew into Shannon Airport and the view was
all stone fences and green fields. Breathtaking.
My third cousin has traveled Ireland extensively and also
has been key in researching our family tree. My family
is from County Tyrone in Northern Ireland. A highlight
of the trip was driving to North and visiting the cemetery
where my ancestors are buried.
My family names include Calhoun, Ralston, Murphy,
McFarland, and Cunningham. Yeah, we are a wee bit
Irish!
Tuesday
Here I sit in the lobby of the Holiday Inn for three hours while
middle DD takes her PSSA tests. A beautiful lobby to boot.
Surprisingly I sign my daughter in and am given a reminder
card to pick her up. Seriously, do they think I will forget her?
Is there a whole black market of children who are left at
PSSA testing sites that I am not aware of? After a week or
so should I then figure out she hasn't been around the
house for several days? Will Easter come and go and still there
will be children left at the testing site?
I do understand why the reminder card, but come on folks,
if you think I will forget her, should she even be in my
irresponsible care to begin with? Why wasn't there a taxi
service sent to begin with to ensure that she will arrive to
take the exams.
Okay, got that off my chest.
middle DD takes her PSSA tests. A beautiful lobby to boot.
Surprisingly I sign my daughter in and am given a reminder
card to pick her up. Seriously, do they think I will forget her?
Is there a whole black market of children who are left at
PSSA testing sites that I am not aware of? After a week or
so should I then figure out she hasn't been around the
house for several days? Will Easter come and go and still there
will be children left at the testing site?
I do understand why the reminder card, but come on folks,
if you think I will forget her, should she even be in my
irresponsible care to begin with? Why wasn't there a taxi
service sent to begin with to ensure that she will arrive to
take the exams.
Okay, got that off my chest.
Monday, March 16, 2009
It's a Monday
A beautiful weekend weather wise, only kink is that I have a cold.
Can you spell N-Y-Q-U-I-L?
Middle DD has to take PSSA tests today in another town. She is
home schooled just in case you are wondering why she isn't
taking them at school.
Youngest DD home sick from school. Not quite sure of the
arrangements for her at this point.
Now for my utterly useless thoughts.
I dislike cartoons. Used to love them as a kid. Saturday
mornings with my brothers flicking back and forth between
our two channel lineup. They liked Bugs Bunny while
I lived for Jana of the Jungle. (remember her, kinda female Tarzan).
Now I find the voices of cartoon characters positively
mind numbing. The plot lines or lack there of make
me crazy. I have never watched a single episode of
Sponge Bob and plan to keep it that way.
I think it is over exposure that has put me over the edge.
Multiple channels, all day, all the time, it never stops.
Do I sound bitter?
Can you spell N-Y-Q-U-I-L?
Middle DD has to take PSSA tests today in another town. She is
home schooled just in case you are wondering why she isn't
taking them at school.
Youngest DD home sick from school. Not quite sure of the
arrangements for her at this point.
Now for my utterly useless thoughts.
I dislike cartoons. Used to love them as a kid. Saturday
mornings with my brothers flicking back and forth between
our two channel lineup. They liked Bugs Bunny while
I lived for Jana of the Jungle. (remember her, kinda female Tarzan).
Now I find the voices of cartoon characters positively
mind numbing. The plot lines or lack there of make
me crazy. I have never watched a single episode of
Sponge Bob and plan to keep it that way.
I think it is over exposure that has put me over the edge.
Multiple channels, all day, all the time, it never stops.
Do I sound bitter?
Day 5: Socks remain with an additional one on the porch. I have
not made a postive ID on the porch sock at this time. It may
in fact belong to a neighborhood child as several where here
yesterday.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Sock saga Day 3
Still there.
Although there has been discussion as to the ownership of said socks.
Could they belong to the neighbors?
Recent dialogue
"Mom are any of my friends going to read that stupid blog about the
sock"
"Yeah, probably"
"That is so stupid"
And yet the socks remain.
Although there has been discussion as to the ownership of said socks.
Could they belong to the neighbors?
Recent dialogue
"Mom are any of my friends going to read that stupid blog about the
sock"
"Yeah, probably"
"That is so stupid"
And yet the socks remain.
A long and sleepless night and a blue morning
40 winks or even 30 were in short supply last night.
This seems to be a growing pattern with me and DH.
Those of you that know me personally can guess the
source of said sleeplessness.
In spite of feeling less than my normal chatty self, I will attempt
to give my legions of fans (all six)insight into the totally irrelevant,
useless observations in my life.
I bought this coffee pot several months ago complete
with the bean grinder and all. The coffee maker of course
has a timer on the from with the most blinding blue
LED face ever recorded. This this light is blue and this
light is bright.
The top lid that opens for the bean depository happens
to be broken. The coffee pot neurons then have to fire off the
blinking blue message OP1, OP1, OP1 with one second
frequency that translates to lid #1 is open. Okay I get it,
I get it.
It is actually difficult to look at in a dark kitchen with no
other lights on. I am willing to bet, the local airport has
received more than one GUBO (Grounded Unidentified
Blinking Objet) report.
I know what you are thinking. Why not just unplug the
coffee pot when not in use? Oh, I could, I 'expect. But prefer
to let it's blue beacon be a reminder to not sweat the small stuff.
This seems to be a growing pattern with me and DH.
Those of you that know me personally can guess the
source of said sleeplessness.
In spite of feeling less than my normal chatty self, I will attempt
to give my legions of fans (all six)insight into the totally irrelevant,
useless observations in my life.
I bought this coffee pot several months ago complete
with the bean grinder and all. The coffee maker of course
has a timer on the from with the most blinding blue
LED face ever recorded. This this light is blue and this
light is bright.
The top lid that opens for the bean depository happens
to be broken. The coffee pot neurons then have to fire off the
blinking blue message OP1, OP1, OP1 with one second
frequency that translates to lid #1 is open. Okay I get it,
I get it.
It is actually difficult to look at in a dark kitchen with no
other lights on. I am willing to bet, the local airport has
received more than one GUBO (Grounded Unidentified
Blinking Objet) report.
I know what you are thinking. Why not just unplug the
coffee pot when not in use? Oh, I could, I 'expect. But prefer
to let it's blue beacon be a reminder to not sweat the small stuff.
Friday, March 13, 2009
My dog needs a bath
For those not familiar with my dog Quinn, he is big
black, hairy and easily mistaken with Sasquatch.
Since he is not a fan of the groomers, I have taken
it upon my self to see that he retains some level
of non stinking.
Although he gets brushed very regularly, 3-4 times
a week, he still gets matted easily as he spends a
great deal of time in the woods.
This morning as he greeted me in his crate, he gave
a big shake and the dust and dirt were clearly visible
in the sunshine streaming through the window. Pig Pen
has nothing on my boy!
Thank heavens for the Doggie Wash next door to
the car wash. $15.00 in quarters and I am good to go
after arming myself with chamois, combs, shampoo,
conditioner, spray on conditioner, etc.
After the hour long process I give him maybe an hour
before he is having a good old roll in the dirt outside.
Wish me luck!
black, hairy and easily mistaken with Sasquatch.
Since he is not a fan of the groomers, I have taken
it upon my self to see that he retains some level
of non stinking.
Although he gets brushed very regularly, 3-4 times
a week, he still gets matted easily as he spends a
great deal of time in the woods.
This morning as he greeted me in his crate, he gave
a big shake and the dust and dirt were clearly visible
in the sunshine streaming through the window. Pig Pen
has nothing on my boy!
Thank heavens for the Doggie Wash next door to
the car wash. $15.00 in quarters and I am good to go
after arming myself with chamois, combs, shampoo,
conditioner, spray on conditioner, etc.
After the hour long process I give him maybe an hour
before he is having a good old roll in the dirt outside.
Wish me luck!
I think I am a shopping snob
Maybe snob is not the right word but I am sure there is a
word to describe my thought process (or not).
I took my middle daughter to diving last night. Thought I
would kill two birds with one stone so I dropped her off
and went for a few groceries at a Walmart Super Center.
As I did my shopping, I put various things in the cart,
peppers, lettuce, milk, etc. I had also had a few non food
items which made me think.
Bear with me here folks. The prospect of having some
non food items in with my food bothers me. Do I really
want a can of spray paint in juxtaposition near my bread?
Socks near my baked goods? Mulch by my produce?
Beta fish near my eggs? EEEwwwwww!
Maybe some sort of tandem buggy should be in the works.
I could look like those humongous tractor trailers going
down the highway.
Realizing that this is not a wide spread fetish, the possibility
of change is slim or nonexistent.
Next time you go to a super center I bet that you will
sublimiley remember this post and may even rearrange
your cart without your even knowing why.
Day2 - Socks still in the driveway, although in a drier state
due to the nice weather.
word to describe my thought process (or not).
I took my middle daughter to diving last night. Thought I
would kill two birds with one stone so I dropped her off
and went for a few groceries at a Walmart Super Center.
As I did my shopping, I put various things in the cart,
peppers, lettuce, milk, etc. I had also had a few non food
items which made me think.
Bear with me here folks. The prospect of having some
non food items in with my food bothers me. Do I really
want a can of spray paint in juxtaposition near my bread?
Socks near my baked goods? Mulch by my produce?
Beta fish near my eggs? EEEwwwwww!
Maybe some sort of tandem buggy should be in the works.
I could look like those humongous tractor trailers going
down the highway.
Realizing that this is not a wide spread fetish, the possibility
of change is slim or nonexistent.
Next time you go to a super center I bet that you will
sublimiley remember this post and may even rearrange
your cart without your even knowing why.
Day2 - Socks still in the driveway, although in a drier state
due to the nice weather.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Can't resist one more post
I seem to be on a roll.
As I was walking to the house from the studio I noticed
two perfectly good white socks in the driveway. Squished
and squashed, complete with tread marks.
Hmmmm.......and they ask where the socks are. Maybe I
should start telling them to look in more logical places like
flower pots, mailbox, microwave, water cooler.
Thus begins Day 1 of "How long will the socks remain in
the driveway"
Told you this blog would be awesome.
As I was walking to the house from the studio I noticed
two perfectly good white socks in the driveway. Squished
and squashed, complete with tread marks.
Hmmmm.......and they ask where the socks are. Maybe I
should start telling them to look in more logical places like
flower pots, mailbox, microwave, water cooler.
Thus begins Day 1 of "How long will the socks remain in
the driveway"
Told you this blog would be awesome.
We finally did it!
TV cable will be reduced to the basic channels come Tuesday.
A savings of nearly $40.00 per month.
I have been pondering this for weeks and finally
did the deed yesterday.
It is my belief that there is truly life beyond nonstop reruns
of "Full House", "Family Matters" and the like. I will be
a better person for not even having to look at "Flava of Love"
and "Charm School" as I surf.
My biggest sacrifice will be no more Fox New s Channel to which I am
admittedly addicted.
In all honestly it should not be much of a hardship
as we didn't actually watch all that much tube.
What could be in the future? Reading more books?
Craft projects? Board Games? I will keep you posted!
A savings of nearly $40.00 per month.
I have been pondering this for weeks and finally
did the deed yesterday.
It is my belief that there is truly life beyond nonstop reruns
of "Full House", "Family Matters" and the like. I will be
a better person for not even having to look at "Flava of Love"
and "Charm School" as I surf.
My biggest sacrifice will be no more Fox New s Channel to which I am
admittedly addicted.
In all honestly it should not be much of a hardship
as we didn't actually watch all that much tube.
What could be in the future? Reading more books?
Craft projects? Board Games? I will keep you posted!
My Very First Blog
I can't believe I started a blog. Shocking!
While it isn't difficult to believe I have much to say, it
is difficult to envision me actually taking the time to
put my thoughts down. Usually they are just scrambling
around in my head, sometimes like a hamster in a wheel.
My blog will not solve the current economic crisis (
although I do have my opinions), find a cancer curing
drug, or solve world peace (does anybody believe in the
golden rule anymore?).
Rather this blog will let you live vicariously through me
in a generic small town in rural Western PA. I will tackle
such mind boggling subjects like "What ARE we going to
make for supper", and "Is your homework finished?".
So join me if you like for the ups and downs, twists and
turns of an average wife, mother and business owner.
While it isn't difficult to believe I have much to say, it
is difficult to envision me actually taking the time to
put my thoughts down. Usually they are just scrambling
around in my head, sometimes like a hamster in a wheel.
My blog will not solve the current economic crisis (
although I do have my opinions), find a cancer curing
drug, or solve world peace (does anybody believe in the
golden rule anymore?).
Rather this blog will let you live vicariously through me
in a generic small town in rural Western PA. I will tackle
such mind boggling subjects like "What ARE we going to
make for supper", and "Is your homework finished?".
So join me if you like for the ups and downs, twists and
turns of an average wife, mother and business owner.
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