What part does the Sunday newspaper play in your life?
Coupons. I stack up the papers for recycling after I get my coupons. I don't even look at the rest of the paper, frankly. I buy four papers a week - that sounds crazy, but my coupon have enabled my family to eat the same foods we ate before, try many new things, and cut my average grocery bill from $70 a week to about $30-$40 - and I'm still learning the art of coupons.
Next on my list is buying local veggies and meat.
What was your last injury?
It was self-inflicted, per usual. I tried to jokingly kick a co-worker and I tripped over a trash can instead.
Story of my life.
Show us the inside of your freezer.
Let's see - top shelf is Kevin's pretzels and apple tart things. The next shelf is entirely veggies and two pie crusts.
Then there's chicken, chicken, and, you guessed it, more chicken. I shop on sale. There's also bacon and smoked sausage.
Then more veggies, fruit, potatoes and a few mysteries.
The drawer has more veggies, bread, and yogurt.
The door: the pasta I got free with coupons, ice packs, veggies burgers, and green beens.
I buy with coupons, I buy things we'll eat, not weird stuff, and I stock up on the coupon/sale combos. I need a bigger freezer. At one point I had 8 loaves of bread in there. That was before the shelf full of chicken.
Funniest thing I read today, from Scott Adams' blog. I really feel badly for the woman. I can't imagine sitting in that courtroom.
A reader sent me a link to a story about a Japanese woman who was accused of kicking a hole in some guy’s door, crawling through the hole, and destroying his property. She was acquitted when the court realized that her breasts were too big to allow her to fit through the hole.
http://mdn.mainichi.jp/national/news/20080304p2a00m0na028000c.html
In other words, if the tit doesn’t fit, you must acquit.
The funniest thing about this story is the visual it puts in your head. The accused turned out to be innocent. But she had to sit in court while a room full of strangers, and later the press, imagined her trying to crawl through a hole in a door and getting snagged by her knockers.
I've been wandering around Vox leaving air-headed comments today. In between silly comments, I've been buying shoes. I don't know why I bothered - dollars to doughnuts, I'll be returning them. I can't buy shoes off the rack without trying them on.
But one pair had glitter and one had polka dots. They appealed to my inner fifteen-year-old so we shall see.
I worked at Staples for years. When the "bring in an empty ink cartridge, get a $3 coupon" program started, we had a few people who brought in a TON of cartridges. Our district had to implement a policy, and I see it's now a company-wide thing - you can now only bring in so many cartridges.
Well now you can buy empty cartridges on Ebay specifically for taking to Staples.
This wold just never stops amazing me.
Since I started digital scrapbooking, I am excited every time I finish a page. I have never, ever felt creative, except for the rather brief period in which I inexplicably thought I'd be a fiction writer. But scrapbooking appeals to my inner itch to create something, to play with color, to just be creative.
My pages aren't works of art. Maybe they never will be. I certainly know I need to learn how to actually use my camera. I've taken "point and shoot" to a rather depressing level in the past.
But I did something and it's cool. It's something that will endure, and hopefully my future grandchildren won't find it weird that I devoted entire scrapbook pages to the dog.
My husband says that Carrie Underwood's song "Before He Cheats" should be called "The Bitch is Going to Jail."
I like the song. It's catchy and I like singing it while I drive down the road... but I cannot hear the chorus without hearing him say "the bitch is going to jail" and then laughing manically.
And he don't know...
That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
I logged into my hosted web space via SSH. I intended to delete everything inside one folder. I very unwisely used the rm -rf command (the "delete it all, folders included command). All gone. Everything. Three domains, assorted crap, lots of files. Buh-bye.
I freaked.
I sent a message to tech support asking for a restore from backup.
I immediately logged back in via SSH - and everything was there.
Either support is lightningquick or I was hallucinating and they're going to think I've been snorting something inappropriate.
And I call myself a geek.
I have a new job - that's #3, if you're counting. My bank job, my direct sales job... and I'm now a receptionist for Weight Watchers. It won't make me rich, but it'll pay my Curves bill and help feed my digital scrapbooking habit.
