Sometimes I lose my ipod. For like months. It will go on a trip in the truck with Dov, the kids and I and a week later I can't remember when was the last time I saw it. Dov's truck is about as clean as my car and that is NOT saying much, so a quick glance in there is likely to yield no results. I then come to the conclusion that one of the children has ganked it and I will find it when I decide it is time to clean the rats out from under the couch. So anyways it has been missing since me and hubs went to see Kenny Chesney back in August. Yeah...that long. But you know what is the best part of finding it after all that time? I get to LOVE all the music again. Because I am fickle with my music love and usually can find a reason to hate a song if I hear it too many times. But there is one artist on that ipod that I hold dear to my heart. A man that has gotten me harassed on numerous occasions, mostly in college, when I would ...
It is the month of October so that means two things, one, it is breast cancer awareness month and two, it is time to pump the septic system. I know that I have mentioned this before here, but it is worth mentioning again since it causes me great distress each time. There is just something about a big giant truck with the word SEPTIC painted across the side, sitting in your driveway with a huge hose pulled out across your lawn humming loudly while your crap gets pumped out of a buried concrete box. a diagram for your viewing pleasure I get the privilege of greeting this man once a year in October. It is such a special time. This year he came while the kids and I were outside playing. I was just waiting for Noah to ask him what he was doing..."ohhhhh I am just here to suck all the poo out of your crap tank!" Thankfully Noah spared me this one time. I don't think there was any question what the man was doing in the side yard once the sm...
It is no secret that I love thrift. Second hand? Sure. Yard sales? Bring it. Free trash treasure on the side of the road? Yes sir! Flea markets? Couldn't think of a better way to spend a Sunday. I have no issue whatsoever admitting that I am cheap. Hell, I don't even think of it as cheap...I fancy myself smarter then the average bear! Until it comes to several items. This list will contain some of the things I keep buying cheaply and over and over again. They always disappoint in some massive, catastrophic way and therefore lead to gigantic arguments when husband discovers that, yet again, I have bought dollar store deodorant, or god forbid...trash bags. I will begin with trash bags. Every time I go to the dollar tree I have memory loss when I reach the trash bags. Each trip I take I inevitably leave with a box. The lesson in what gargantuan pieces of shit they are was learned when we...
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