The lights are off.
It's TEN FORTY.
The birthday girl went to bed willingly. One child is dozing on the bed she made for her sister. The sister who stands tall, curly head rocking back and forth, shape not unlike a sumo wrestler in her diaper. It's too hot for clothes. At least it is if you are one, and make gorgeous cooing sounds when people stare at you.
The living room is stacked with boxes, bags of yard sales offerings stuffed into the corners.
The big move is two weeks from today.
And all I can do is stare at this beautiful child, and wonder how it is she's mine.
Life is so good.
Showing posts with label lovinangels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lovinangels. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
I'm beginning to wonder if I need a second blog...for the things I should never say.
Have you ever had that moment?
The moment where you realize that if you tell a person your exact opinion of what they are doing at the present time they will never speak to you again?
I have that moment at least twice a day.
Mr. Lovinangels is not cursed with the gift of tact. He spits out mostly what comes to mind, with little fear of repercussion. My kids are the same way.
I, on the other hand, spent my formative years the brunt of multiple verbal assaults, and having vowed never to be my mother, I edit my thoughts constantly. In a sense, it's a good thing. I've learned first and foremost to be kind. Is it good? Possibly. I'm sure on most days.
When it involves my child's jackass sperm donor blowing her off again? One of these days I should probably use the profanities that are floating around stinging in my head like nasty little bees. At least, he showed up this weekend, for once. Now, I'm cursed with the aftermath. She came home mad. Again.
Again, he picked her up and spent zero time with her while fixing cars and drinking beer. Yup, she's mad.
On the plus side, I know she views me as a "safe" person.
22 must have been a really drunk year for me. What the heck was I thinking? I should have run the moment I found out I was pregnant.
No, I did the right thing. She gets to know his family, and they're great. He sucks. I'm sorry, baby.
One day, I will learn to speak up when I'm mad. I promise. For now, I will just be quiet.
It's better for everyone.
The moment where you realize that if you tell a person your exact opinion of what they are doing at the present time they will never speak to you again?
I have that moment at least twice a day.
Mr. Lovinangels is not cursed with the gift of tact. He spits out mostly what comes to mind, with little fear of repercussion. My kids are the same way.
I, on the other hand, spent my formative years the brunt of multiple verbal assaults, and having vowed never to be my mother, I edit my thoughts constantly. In a sense, it's a good thing. I've learned first and foremost to be kind. Is it good? Possibly. I'm sure on most days.
When it involves my child's jackass sperm donor blowing her off again? One of these days I should probably use the profanities that are floating around stinging in my head like nasty little bees. At least, he showed up this weekend, for once. Now, I'm cursed with the aftermath. She came home mad. Again.
Again, he picked her up and spent zero time with her while fixing cars and drinking beer. Yup, she's mad.
On the plus side, I know she views me as a "safe" person.
22 must have been a really drunk year for me. What the heck was I thinking? I should have run the moment I found out I was pregnant.
No, I did the right thing. She gets to know his family, and they're great. He sucks. I'm sorry, baby.
One day, I will learn to speak up when I'm mad. I promise. For now, I will just be quiet.
It's better for everyone.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Why the NAACP and liberals everywhere should shut the hell up
Racist.
I'm tired of the word. I'm tired of being called it for not liking the president. I wouldn't like this president if he were the cookie monster, and I LOVE the cookie monster.
This whole NAACP/TEA party debacle has me marginally annoyed. Ok, not the NAACP so much, it's the liberal bloggers circling like so many vultures. You expect it from the NAACP. Anyone who still refers to African Americans as colored people (hint: it's in the name) in a business sense clearly doesn't have a whole lot of brains to begin with.
The TEA party, it's argued, should expel the racists from their ranks. Please, by all means, dear libbies, you first. Perhaps you should start by ejecting Vice President Joe Biden from your ranks, and then possibly follow him up by Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid.. After that perhaps you'll be so kind as to out Former First Lady, Former Presidential candidate, and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Of course many would even argue that President Barack Obama is a racist, but we won't talk about THAT. It's yesterday's news.
You know what? Right about now, throwing out every racist member of a party is sounding pretty darn good. Come on, liberals, you first!
If that weren't enough, though, it's like the democrats forgot the history of their own party.
The Democrats, not the Republicans, spent a good portion of our history attempting to keep the black man down. This is what's real. It was a Republican who drafted anti lynching legislation, and democrats filibustered it. It was a republican that ended slavery.
It was a Republican President who desegregated Arkansas schools. The list goes on.
Ok, so let me get this straight. The libs are mad because some idiot held up a tacky sign in the name of the tea party.
I'm mad that the democrats held up the entire process of civil rights.
Or maybe we should agree that one bad apple doesn't spoil the bunch.
What do you think?
I'm tired of the word. I'm tired of being called it for not liking the president. I wouldn't like this president if he were the cookie monster, and I LOVE the cookie monster.
This whole NAACP/TEA party debacle has me marginally annoyed. Ok, not the NAACP so much, it's the liberal bloggers circling like so many vultures. You expect it from the NAACP. Anyone who still refers to African Americans as colored people (hint: it's in the name) in a business sense clearly doesn't have a whole lot of brains to begin with.
The TEA party, it's argued, should expel the racists from their ranks. Please, by all means, dear libbies, you first. Perhaps you should start by ejecting Vice President Joe Biden from your ranks, and then possibly follow him up by Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid.. After that perhaps you'll be so kind as to out Former First Lady, Former Presidential candidate, and Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Of course many would even argue that President Barack Obama is a racist, but we won't talk about THAT. It's yesterday's news.
You know what? Right about now, throwing out every racist member of a party is sounding pretty darn good. Come on, liberals, you first!
If that weren't enough, though, it's like the democrats forgot the history of their own party.
The Democrats, not the Republicans, spent a good portion of our history attempting to keep the black man down. This is what's real. It was a Republican who drafted anti lynching legislation, and democrats filibustered it. It was a republican that ended slavery.
It was a Republican President who desegregated Arkansas schools. The list goes on.
Ok, so let me get this straight. The libs are mad because some idiot held up a tacky sign in the name of the tea party.
I'm mad that the democrats held up the entire process of civil rights.
Or maybe we should agree that one bad apple doesn't spoil the bunch.
What do you think?
Friday, July 16, 2010
Update on the Moving Budget.
Well, here we are, six weeks out, and I realized that while I've expounded on everything from gay marriage to hamburger helper, I haven't actually updated you on our moving budget.
I'm proud to say, I'm well on our way to coming up to the positive! (and no, I'm not using that very special fuzzy math known to politicians near and far).
We've sold several items on ebay, and our profits total over $145 dollars used. Now, if you remember, I had appliances and a new couch to purchase, a deposit to pay on electric service, a moving truck to pay for, and food for the moving party.
We've decreased our expenditures considerably by purchasing used appliances and a set of couches from my brother in law. That takes our out going budget down to a tenth of what it was... yay us! Those totalled $180, the truck is $150 up front, the electic is $200, and I think maybe $150 for food, beer, and soda for the day of.(The food budget is high, but that includes the cost of me possibly ordering pizza for everyone if I'm losing my mind that day.) So the whole budget is -680, I've added $140 in ebay sales, leaving me at -500. I'm sure I can make that up in the five or so yard sales it's going to take to get me through all this stuff!
What do you think? Can we do this?
I'm proud to say, I'm well on our way to coming up to the positive! (and no, I'm not using that very special fuzzy math known to politicians near and far).
We've sold several items on ebay, and our profits total over $145 dollars used. Now, if you remember, I had appliances and a new couch to purchase, a deposit to pay on electric service, a moving truck to pay for, and food for the moving party.
We've decreased our expenditures considerably by purchasing used appliances and a set of couches from my brother in law. That takes our out going budget down to a tenth of what it was... yay us! Those totalled $180, the truck is $150 up front, the electic is $200, and I think maybe $150 for food, beer, and soda for the day of.(The food budget is high, but that includes the cost of me possibly ordering pizza for everyone if I'm losing my mind that day.) So the whole budget is -680, I've added $140 in ebay sales, leaving me at -500. I'm sure I can make that up in the five or so yard sales it's going to take to get me through all this stuff!
What do you think? Can we do this?
Monday, July 12, 2010
Box mixes: The enemy of frugal cooks every where
I remember the first time I ever cooked.
Ever.
My mother had made her famous meltaway meat. Of this, I still quiver in fear. The lumpy, tasteless mass of protein quivered like jello, the texture resembled canned dog food. I'm not entirely sure what she did to it that made it taste so...tasteless, but I do know it often involved me scrubbing out the crockpot for sometimes days on end, only to have her repeat the mess the moment I had managed to chip the remains from the walls of herceramic petri dish, I mean, crockpot. Ugh.
My moment...she had come down with a "migraine" and needed to lay down. She needed me to "finish off dinner."
I was happier than a pig in, well, you know.
Laying on the counter, a packet of lipton alfredo noodles.
I put on my serious face. This was the big leagues. The moment that everyone tasted MY noodles. Oh, I could hardly wait.
I read the directions, then reread them. I followed them EXACTLY. Measuring the margarine, milk, and water as though my life depended on it.
Did you see my mistake? Because to this day, I don't. I followed the directions on the package, only to have my mother have a panic attack because I used margarine. Evidently, it was optional, (in those days, that was NOT printed on the directions.) and EXPENSIVE
As a (much) older cook, I wonder why we even had those packets. Even on sale they are ridiculously priced for what they are. A little bullion, a couple of seasonings, a four hundred percent mark up. It's scary what people will pay good money for.
On one of my favorite sites there is a certain amount of devotion to a certain meal product hawked by a four fingered hand. There are whole threads devoted to a favorite flavor...and again, I wonder why. Especially when I see "Italian Shells" ranks around the most popular flavors.
Seriously?
Ok, besides the ick factor, (have you READ the ingredients) and the price factor, (upwards of two dollars for barely three portions), Italian Shells? The easiest thing on the the planet, and, possibly the cheapest.
Check out my remake:
pasta
1 lb ground beef or sausage
1/2 lb whole wheat short pasta
2 C premade pasta sauce, or season a 16 oz can of tomato puree to taste.
2 C water
Brown beef or sausage and drain. Add sauce and water, bring to a boil, add the pasta. Return to a boil, simmering for 7 minutes. Do not cover. Let stand five minutes.
At this point, I usually sprinkle some shredded cheese on it and call it a day. However, I have the feeling the cheese sauce makes it for some people, so...
take 1/2 C milk and blend with 1 tsp cornstarch until smooth. Add 1/2 teaspoon garlic, bring to a boil. Stir in two to four tablespoons of parmesan cheese. Taste and add salt and pepper as desired. Drizzle over pasta.
Serve as you would your favorite box mix. Gloat in the fact that it cost less than half the price. Yay, YOU!
Do you have a favorite box mix you'd like a cheaper alternative to? Let me know in the comments!
Ever.
My mother had made her famous meltaway meat. Of this, I still quiver in fear. The lumpy, tasteless mass of protein quivered like jello, the texture resembled canned dog food. I'm not entirely sure what she did to it that made it taste so...tasteless, but I do know it often involved me scrubbing out the crockpot for sometimes days on end, only to have her repeat the mess the moment I had managed to chip the remains from the walls of her
My moment...she had come down with a "migraine" and needed to lay down. She needed me to "finish off dinner."
I was happier than a pig in, well, you know.
Laying on the counter, a packet of lipton alfredo noodles.
I put on my serious face. This was the big leagues. The moment that everyone tasted MY noodles. Oh, I could hardly wait.
I read the directions, then reread them. I followed them EXACTLY. Measuring the margarine, milk, and water as though my life depended on it.
Did you see my mistake? Because to this day, I don't. I followed the directions on the package, only to have my mother have a panic attack because I used margarine. Evidently, it was optional, (in those days, that was NOT printed on the directions.) and EXPENSIVE
As a (much) older cook, I wonder why we even had those packets. Even on sale they are ridiculously priced for what they are. A little bullion, a couple of seasonings, a four hundred percent mark up. It's scary what people will pay good money for.
On one of my favorite sites there is a certain amount of devotion to a certain meal product hawked by a four fingered hand. There are whole threads devoted to a favorite flavor...and again, I wonder why. Especially when I see "Italian Shells" ranks around the most popular flavors.
Seriously?
Ok, besides the ick factor, (have you READ the ingredients) and the price factor, (upwards of two dollars for barely three portions), Italian Shells? The easiest thing on the the planet, and, possibly the cheapest.
Check out my remake:
pasta
1 lb ground beef or sausage
1/2 lb whole wheat short pasta
2 C premade pasta sauce, or season a 16 oz can of tomato puree to taste.
2 C water
Brown beef or sausage and drain. Add sauce and water, bring to a boil, add the pasta. Return to a boil, simmering for 7 minutes. Do not cover. Let stand five minutes.
At this point, I usually sprinkle some shredded cheese on it and call it a day. However, I have the feeling the cheese sauce makes it for some people, so...
take 1/2 C milk and blend with 1 tsp cornstarch until smooth. Add 1/2 teaspoon garlic, bring to a boil. Stir in two to four tablespoons of parmesan cheese. Taste and add salt and pepper as desired. Drizzle over pasta.
Serve as you would your favorite box mix. Gloat in the fact that it cost less than half the price. Yay, YOU!
Do you have a favorite box mix you'd like a cheaper alternative to? Let me know in the comments!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
A Letter to the White House
Dear Mr. President,
I am no one. I don't have any outstanding accomplishments to tell you that I am qualified to judge your work. Come November, 2010, I am but one vote against the corruption long sustained in Washington. Yes, I am angry. Yes, I sent you tea wrappers. Several times. There would have been some lovely tea in them for you to drink, but you're office was kind enough to say they'd refuse the tea, based on the Whitehouse's policy on food for gifts. Thank you for allowing me to make my point and keep the tea.
Unlike most conservatives, I had a moment after the election where I thought change might be good. I thought, perhaps, you might take steps to legalize gay marriage, or step back the patriot act a bit. I thought, maybe, I'm jumping the gun in my dislike of the guy. Maybe he can patch up the holes in NCLB. Maybe a fresh start is what we need.
Well, you did bring change. You had the largest inauguration in the history of the US to celebrate your ascension to the highest position of power in the world. That should have been a warning to the American people, but it wasn't. Then, you served sixty dollar a pound steaks at the expense of taxpayers, many of whom are struggling to afford food at all. It has become apparent that you think the American people have elected you to enjoy a four year party and golf outing.
And yet, you seem to enjoy an odd kind of teflon status. Your predecessor received word of Katrina, while reading a book to grade school children. He paused, finished the book, and went to work. That pause made history. It was several minutes at best, and yet it was proof positive to millions of Americans that George Bush didn't care.
Now, oil is streaming into the gulf of Mexico. The environment that you claimed to care about is flooding with oil. Birds and turtles are dying. Tar balls are washing up on the shores of Texas. Other countries have been offering their help since moments after the story broke. And you went golfing.
Your administration has blocked reporters from photographing the damage faced by fellow Americans, and stopped Lousiana from cleaning oil soaked waters. I don't understand how this is not a bigger deal for you. If your predecessor had done this, PETA would have been protesting the White House in droves. The environmental groups would have been screaming for days. And yet, it appears that American interest in the oil spill is waning. Your rule is working. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
I am writing this, not so much to you, Mr. President, but in the hopes I can remind even a few fellow Americans of your callous lack of regard for the environment you claim to care so much about. As a manager I never would have take a vacation while my restaurant was burning down, and yet that it exactly what you have done, not once, but several times.
This morning, I read that sand is being artificially moved to beaches to appease tourists and cover oil on the beach. Your administration is much more concerned with conceiling the damage than remedying it.
I don't know how you sleep at night. And I don't particularly care. I do hope, that you stop waiting for the EPA to give you a go ahead, admit that you don't know what you are doing, and let one of the other countries step in and fix this mess.
Mr. President, you can point the finger at BP, even though your administration failed to inspect the apparatus several times in the last year, and we will agree with you. However, it is now YOUR JOB to fix this mess. To me, this is your Katrina. You have failed the American people, the environment, and those little turtles you claim to care so much about.
Please, step aside and let someone who knows what they are doing fix this mess. You don't.
Thank you for your time,
Heather
I am no one. I don't have any outstanding accomplishments to tell you that I am qualified to judge your work. Come November, 2010, I am but one vote against the corruption long sustained in Washington. Yes, I am angry. Yes, I sent you tea wrappers. Several times. There would have been some lovely tea in them for you to drink, but you're office was kind enough to say they'd refuse the tea, based on the Whitehouse's policy on food for gifts. Thank you for allowing me to make my point and keep the tea.
Unlike most conservatives, I had a moment after the election where I thought change might be good. I thought, perhaps, you might take steps to legalize gay marriage, or step back the patriot act a bit. I thought, maybe, I'm jumping the gun in my dislike of the guy. Maybe he can patch up the holes in NCLB. Maybe a fresh start is what we need.
Well, you did bring change. You had the largest inauguration in the history of the US to celebrate your ascension to the highest position of power in the world. That should have been a warning to the American people, but it wasn't. Then, you served sixty dollar a pound steaks at the expense of taxpayers, many of whom are struggling to afford food at all. It has become apparent that you think the American people have elected you to enjoy a four year party and golf outing.
And yet, you seem to enjoy an odd kind of teflon status. Your predecessor received word of Katrina, while reading a book to grade school children. He paused, finished the book, and went to work. That pause made history. It was several minutes at best, and yet it was proof positive to millions of Americans that George Bush didn't care.
Now, oil is streaming into the gulf of Mexico. The environment that you claimed to care about is flooding with oil. Birds and turtles are dying. Tar balls are washing up on the shores of Texas. Other countries have been offering their help since moments after the story broke. And you went golfing.
Your administration has blocked reporters from photographing the damage faced by fellow Americans, and stopped Lousiana from cleaning oil soaked waters. I don't understand how this is not a bigger deal for you. If your predecessor had done this, PETA would have been protesting the White House in droves. The environmental groups would have been screaming for days. And yet, it appears that American interest in the oil spill is waning. Your rule is working. Out of sight, out of mind, right?
I am writing this, not so much to you, Mr. President, but in the hopes I can remind even a few fellow Americans of your callous lack of regard for the environment you claim to care so much about. As a manager I never would have take a vacation while my restaurant was burning down, and yet that it exactly what you have done, not once, but several times.
This morning, I read that sand is being artificially moved to beaches to appease tourists and cover oil on the beach. Your administration is much more concerned with conceiling the damage than remedying it.
I don't know how you sleep at night. And I don't particularly care. I do hope, that you stop waiting for the EPA to give you a go ahead, admit that you don't know what you are doing, and let one of the other countries step in and fix this mess.
Mr. President, you can point the finger at BP, even though your administration failed to inspect the apparatus several times in the last year, and we will agree with you. However, it is now YOUR JOB to fix this mess. To me, this is your Katrina. You have failed the American people, the environment, and those little turtles you claim to care so much about.
Please, step aside and let someone who knows what they are doing fix this mess. You don't.
Thank you for your time,
Heather
Saturday, July 3, 2010
How to Get Your Man to Cook...Every Day of the Week.
My Husband and I spent the better part of the first five years of our relationship fighting.
About chores.
I love to cook, love it... but I hated that the entire burden of nourishing our two bodies was placed squarely on my shoulders.
Literally. He would eat "snack stuff" all day long.
Snack stuff. I still don't know what that actually means. In my head, it means my daughter perched on the chair next to him, while they both pig out on chips and soda.
*sigh....or flat out *curse depending on my mood.
Later on, much later on, it occured to me that he and I...we don't speak the same language. I say, "you need to have lunch before I come home."
He hears, "there are five drive thrus in between where we have to go and home. Sweet!"
The constant nudging made me feel like a control freak. In reality, though, I didn't tell him what was in the kitchen, I expected him to go out, poke around, find something he wanted to eat, and fix it.
The male brain hears "Drive thru! Much easier. Saves five steps."
So, we've compromised. I no longer leave him to plan a meal for himself or the kids, and we cut our drive thru budget by 7/8ths. Now, it's a fun treat, not a panicked stop to fill bellies for lack of better planning.
And, it turns out, he is perfectly willing to cook. I used to joke that meant spaghetti or tacos, but the man is really accomplished at man food.
As in, grilled food.
Therein, lies my rescue. I simply pick up large packages of simple meat, and let him have his way with them on the grill. Usually that just means salt and pepper, which is perfect, because the rest of the week, the leftovers are easy to work with. Yesterday, he fired up the grill and made sausages and corn, and I'll take the leftovers today and make spaghetti, along with a breakfast casserole for tomorrow. (We leave for the beach bright and early.) I make french dips out of leftover steak, and grilled chicken just has so many uses it isn't funny. It doesn't require a lot of supervision from me when I have a stack of grilled meat to work with, and (I think) he enjoys it.
Win, win!
So, I guess he's not technically cooking every day of the week, but it feels that way since I have such a head start on things. Plus fighting with that grill is not my thing, and I've been more than guilty of ordering takeout on hot days to avoid turning the stove on.
Of course, the other option is marry someone who likes to cook all the time
Do you have a strategy to get your man to cook?
About chores.
I love to cook, love it... but I hated that the entire burden of nourishing our two bodies was placed squarely on my shoulders.
Literally. He would eat "snack stuff" all day long.
Snack stuff. I still don't know what that actually means. In my head, it means my daughter perched on the chair next to him, while they both pig out on chips and soda.
*sigh....or flat out *curse depending on my mood.
Later on, much later on, it occured to me that he and I...we don't speak the same language. I say, "you need to have lunch before I come home."
He hears, "there are five drive thrus in between where we have to go and home. Sweet!"
The constant nudging made me feel like a control freak. In reality, though, I didn't tell him what was in the kitchen, I expected him to go out, poke around, find something he wanted to eat, and fix it.
The male brain hears "Drive thru! Much easier. Saves five steps."
So, we've compromised. I no longer leave him to plan a meal for himself or the kids, and we cut our drive thru budget by 7/8ths. Now, it's a fun treat, not a panicked stop to fill bellies for lack of better planning.
And, it turns out, he is perfectly willing to cook. I used to joke that meant spaghetti or tacos, but the man is really accomplished at man food.
As in, grilled food.
Therein, lies my rescue. I simply pick up large packages of simple meat, and let him have his way with them on the grill. Usually that just means salt and pepper, which is perfect, because the rest of the week, the leftovers are easy to work with. Yesterday, he fired up the grill and made sausages and corn, and I'll take the leftovers today and make spaghetti, along with a breakfast casserole for tomorrow. (We leave for the beach bright and early.) I make french dips out of leftover steak, and grilled chicken just has so many uses it isn't funny. It doesn't require a lot of supervision from me when I have a stack of grilled meat to work with, and (I think) he enjoys it.
Win, win!
So, I guess he's not technically cooking every day of the week, but it feels that way since I have such a head start on things. Plus fighting with that grill is not my thing, and I've been more than guilty of ordering takeout on hot days to avoid turning the stove on.
Of course, the other option is marry someone who likes to cook all the time
Do you have a strategy to get your man to cook?
Thursday, July 1, 2010
I Just Don't Think This is Funny
One of my favorite groups of bloggers is located at the Stir on Cafemom. Even though they are largely liberal in nature, so I very rarely agree with them, I find I have great conversations over there.
Until this one.
Somehow, I guess this is supposed to be humorous. Or, more appropriately, "tongue in cheek humor." I don't get the "subtle, ironic humor" in this bit of journalism. It just seems mean and ugly. So, both sides of the coin get knocked about a bit, but it's hardly fair (or amusing) to equate any individuals with serial killers.
If I typed the same conversation out, substituting the words "conservative" for "liberal" and vice versa, you can bet I would be one unpopular lady.
What's even more ironic is that this comes from the blogger who rails on Glenn Beck for his humor. I get that Beck's an acquired taste, but hello? Pot, meet kettle. You're both black.
The old adage, "you can dish it out, but you can't take it back" seems appropriate here.
Thank God we have our freedom of speech. Bloggers are free to post lopsided "humor" all day long.
I'm so free not laugh at it. Now, this, this is FUNNY.
Did you think this post was funny? Is my being conservative ruining the party here? Have I crossed into whiny two year old territory at the thought of being compared to a serial killer?
Until this one.
Somehow, I guess this is supposed to be humorous. Or, more appropriately, "tongue in cheek humor." I don't get the "subtle, ironic humor" in this bit of journalism. It just seems mean and ugly. So, both sides of the coin get knocked about a bit, but it's hardly fair (or amusing) to equate any individuals with serial killers.
If I typed the same conversation out, substituting the words "conservative" for "liberal" and vice versa, you can bet I would be one unpopular lady.
What's even more ironic is that this comes from the blogger who rails on Glenn Beck for his humor. I get that Beck's an acquired taste, but hello? Pot, meet kettle. You're both black.
The old adage, "you can dish it out, but you can't take it back" seems appropriate here.
Thank God we have our freedom of speech. Bloggers are free to post lopsided "humor" all day long.
I'm so free not laugh at it. Now, this, this is FUNNY.
Did you think this post was funny? Is my being conservative ruining the party here? Have I crossed into whiny two year old territory at the thought of being compared to a serial killer?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Today's Freebies and Other fun things
Well, I updated our computer virus protection software today with a free offer from McAfee. A free six month trial, which considering my propensity for freebie sites, updated virus protection is crucial. I also maintained my PC today, by cleaning up toolbars I don't use and other programs, and then running disk clean up and disk defragmenter. A healthy PC is a happy PC, and keeps my mailbox full of freebies!
This weeks freebies consisted of a nice package of dog food from purina one, a single paper towel (I kid you not) from bounty. A conservative bumper sticker with a request for a donation, the address labels that St. Judes sent around, and two giant packages of boxes from the post office to assist in my ebay ventures. I have over 900swagbucks so that's ten bucks worth of amazon gift cards for Christmas!
Speaking of Ebay, I'm giving it another two weeks. I've netted ten bucks out of two hours worth of work and a bunch of stress... I'm going to get all the expensive stuff I want on in the next two weeks while they are offering free insertion fees for any starting price auction style format, and then I think I'm going to retire my gavel in favor of the yard sale style format. I think the boxes may help, but I made mistakes in shipping prices on at least one item, and lost .45 of my total profit.
Speaking of freebies, my giveaway will end tonight when I get back from running errands, so you have time to click the "follow" button... and don't run away when it's done! I have more good, solid freebies coming your way!
What are your favorite online freebie sites
This weeks freebies consisted of a nice package of dog food from purina one, a single paper towel (I kid you not) from bounty. A conservative bumper sticker with a request for a donation, the address labels that St. Judes sent around, and two giant packages of boxes from the post office to assist in my ebay ventures. I have over 900swagbucks so that's ten bucks worth of amazon gift cards for Christmas!
Speaking of Ebay, I'm giving it another two weeks. I've netted ten bucks out of two hours worth of work and a bunch of stress... I'm going to get all the expensive stuff I want on in the next two weeks while they are offering free insertion fees for any starting price auction style format, and then I think I'm going to retire my gavel in favor of the yard sale style format. I think the boxes may help, but I made mistakes in shipping prices on at least one item, and lost .45 of my total profit.
Speaking of freebies, my giveaway will end tonight when I get back from running errands, so you have time to click the "follow" button... and don't run away when it's done! I have more good, solid freebies coming your way!
What are your favorite online freebie sites
Thursday, June 24, 2010
I'm offering my first giveaway!
It's time to establish some followers. I've been going at this thing for a couple of weeks, and I have, well, four. I want more. Everyone knows the best way to accomplish this is to offer something for free...
I'm not exactly going after Ellen's dream of world domination, but I have a goal in mind, and let's just say it has more than one digit.
I'm offering a Soap and Glory bath set for this giveaway. It contains their mist you madly flirty floral body spray, and their clean girls body wash.
To Enter, you must:
Click the follow button to the right of the screen,
And leave a comment below with your name.
Winner will be announced here on 6/30.
Tell a friend!
Inessa wone this giveaway, pending response
My Ugly Green Monster rears it's head, does yours?
Well, I'm off to the post office this morning, on the way to visit my dad. I sold not one, but two items on ebay this week, with at least two more to sell today. I'm up... ten bucks. It seems a little effort heavy, for only ten dollars, since I do have to run to the post office to ship, and I can't stop grabbing the computer to see how my auctions are doing. It's like waiting for water to boil. Ugh. Still, ladies who have been doing this longer than I have tell me the initial fascination fades. I hope so.
For father's day, MissAngelBaby took her first steps in front of her great-grandpa. And only her great grandpa. She did it multilple times in front of him, but I don't have an exact count, because the stubborn little thing waited till I turned around EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Still, if I was going to miss the event, I couldn't be happier that he got to see it.
This morning Mr. Lovinangels told me he has a friend who has a baby MissAngelBaby's age, that took five steps the other day. "He's ahead of her?"I practically shouted. My husband gave me an odd look. "Other people have smart babies, too, you know," he laughed at me.
Yes, but my baby is supposed to be the smartest and the best.
Do you ever fall into this trap? Pushing your child towards a milestone simply because her peers have reached it? I thought I was above such nonsense, but there it is. My gut reaction is, my baby should be first. Wow. I've got some soul searching to do. I should just be grateful my kids are progressing normally, that God has given me three healthy, beautiful girls.
Oh, well, perfection as a mother has not been achieved by anyone to date. I'll work on it.
In the meantime, crawling over stacks of boxes is getting to be quite an adventure. And I'm up ten bucks in my goal to make money, bringing it to -140. Yay me!
For father's day, MissAngelBaby took her first steps in front of her great-grandpa. And only her great grandpa. She did it multilple times in front of him, but I don't have an exact count, because the stubborn little thing waited till I turned around EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Still, if I was going to miss the event, I couldn't be happier that he got to see it.
This morning Mr. Lovinangels told me he has a friend who has a baby MissAngelBaby's age, that took five steps the other day. "He's ahead of her?"I practically shouted. My husband gave me an odd look. "Other people have smart babies, too, you know," he laughed at me.
Yes, but my baby is supposed to be the smartest and the best.
Do you ever fall into this trap? Pushing your child towards a milestone simply because her peers have reached it? I thought I was above such nonsense, but there it is. My gut reaction is, my baby should be first. Wow. I've got some soul searching to do. I should just be grateful my kids are progressing normally, that God has given me three healthy, beautiful girls.
Oh, well, perfection as a mother has not been achieved by anyone to date. I'll work on it.
In the meantime, crawling over stacks of boxes is getting to be quite an adventure. And I'm up ten bucks in my goal to make money, bringing it to -140. Yay me!
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