Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Taking the trash out is the husband's job.

Growing up there are certain jobs that fell to my Dad. My Mother never did them. Taking the trash out,  putting gas in the car and mowing the lawn, are the few I think of as really being the husbands job.

I put gas in my own car, If I waited for my husband to do it, I'd be waiting on the side of the road. He laughed the first time I suggesting he gas up the car while he was home so I would not have to do it the next day. (yep, I deserved that laugh, and the following line, he drive it you fill it)

If the lawn gets really really unruly, I will mow the front, that faces the road so the house doesn't look abandoned, but mowing aggravates my allergies something fierce. So I try to beg off and not have to do any mowing at all.

The garbage. I will remove it from the house and toss it in the mini dumpster, but really, I don't like to do it, trash bags and cling wrap have the uncanny ability to outwit me and make me completely crazy. My husband has not been home on trash day for 3 weeks, and he always looks in the full trash can after a stretch like that and says why did you take this out? To which my answer accompanied with a guilty face is, "I remembered at 5 til 6 when I heard the truck outside and I know I cant get down the drive that fast."

This week I thought about taking out the drive on Sunday night, but that was as I fell asleep on the couch. So at 6am I awoke, not having heard the truck and thought I'd just roll it around front and down the hill(rather than down the long slick driveway)

Big Error in Judgment.  I should have gone down the drive I had time.  At the top of the hill that is the front corner of the yard I realized the crunchy icy grass underfoot was also slick. I said out loud to no one in particular "Oh great dead man's hill" Then I took one small careful stupid step.BIGGER ERROR IN JUDGMENT.  I heard an icky sounding pop as my left leg careened out from under me, and the mini dumpster whacked me in the back of the head shoving me down the hill. (I know I said it, and invited trouble, how stupid was I?)  My first thought was OOOOWWWWWW!! followed by "if I missed the truck and broke myself for no reason I am going to be sooo angry." Followed by, the realization that I could not just sit on the ground and wait for the garbage men to come scrape me up, I had to pick up the trash and go in to get the kids ready for school.  I catiously got up gimped around and pulled the trash to the end of the drive. and hobbled pathetically up the drive. I was almost to eh door when the truck pulled up for the trash.

I do believe I sprained or pulled something, and I am treating it as such, with the exception of staying off it entirely.  It is better today but not great.

It will heal I will live, but I will not take the trash out anymore.

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QotD: Holiday Shopping

Did you shop for great deals on Black Friday or Cyber Monday?  Or did you observe Buy Nothing Day?

I cant say I observed Buy Nothing Day strictly on purpose, I didn't, I purchased gas on my way home from my parents house. But I have no desire to squelch my own Christmas Spirit by going out at an obscene hour to be shoved and glared at by other shoppers who are possitive that if I pick up what they are eyeing it will undoubtedly ruin their holidays. We stayed in watched the Santa Parade. Then we went to the indoor pool. And  we finished the day with a movie. It was fabulous.

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Sunday, November 25, 2007

I got angry and stopped shopping at Walmart...

In July, a super Walmart opened in our city, the older, smaller, and quite adequate for the size of our city Walmart closed.  The fact is our city isnt big enough to support the new store and everything we have now. Plus there is a Menards going in, we already have a Lowes, and a smaller  Do-It-Center (the kind of place where they actually know what they are talking about and can special order you something if you need it.) I think something has to give, my guess is it will be one of the other grocery stores, possibly the one that shared the old Walmart building. And the Do-It-Center.

While this all annoyed me, the other sad fact is our town needed the new jobs that came with the expanded Walmart. We have had two major employers leave in the last few years.  I figured I would still frequent Walmart for some items, and then I went in. We have no fabric department in our Walmart. None. No fabric, no thread, no zippers, no bias tape. Pretty much nothing. I went in for yarn. Guess what? the good selection of well priced yarns? gone. there is a tiny selection of funfur yarns and that is it. No solid colors, nothing you can do more than make a novelty scarf or furry flip flops with, a pathetic selection.  All the adult crafting items are gone. Nothing left but "kiddie crafts" 

They have an entire aisle of sewing machines. Now why on earth would I want to buy a sewing machine from a store where there is quite conceivably, not a single employee who knows how to use one, and cant answer a single question about them. I wouldn't.

I have heard a couple reasons why there is no fabric department. It doesn't fit with their "new image." OR that they had too big a hassle with the employees who covered the frabric department employees breaks, being unhappy they didnt get the same extra pay for covering the fabric department as  the fabric department employees got. (I'm thinking the jump in pay scale to work in the fabric department cant be that great, and so the people covering fabric are quibbling over a dime possibly?) I'm not impressed.

And I'm still really annoyed. So I stopped shopping at Walmart. My problem now is I need a pair of jeans, guess where I bought my current favorite pair? That's right. Walmart. I hate every pair Target and Kmart have to offer and I'm not paying $40 or more on a pair of jeans. I'm just not. I know, you get what you pay for. but I cant justify $40 for a pair of jeans when I can pay $20 and be happy. And have $20 for gas or groceries.

 I'm still angry. I don't even want to go into their parking lot. Much less the store. Do you suppose if I wish on the evening star  some really comfortable jeans will just fall out of the sky?

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QotD: Computer Recycling

Have you ever recycled an old computer or laptop?  Where did you take it, and what steps did you take to protect your personal information?

We never have recycled a computer, we treat them a lot like cars, we use them to death,  literally until they quit working. We don't buy a new one until we absolutely have to. At wich point it always causes some financial hardship to have to get a new one. :P

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Friday, November 16, 2007

How sad is it that I haven't made a single post in all of November

I'll admit I'm a little flighty, and kinda scatter-brained, and I really have the best posting intentions.. but dang it all, some nights its all I can do to read some of my neighbors posts between being Mom and having some quiet time with the adults on the TV...  I want to actually put some thoughts out  there. I can't remember my last post.  nothing in the second half of October. Bah!

Week before last I had the flu for an entire week.. sore stiff neck and back, a headache that would make a bull elephant cry, and ever since I have been off. i am grouchy and irritable, and really it isnt time for pms...  It worries me. Like should I go to the Doctor and ask about anti-depressant medications worried.  Aside from that thought I'm not displaying any other classic depression symptoms. (Yes I slept extra while I was sick, but that was not unusual)

I feel like a mad woman this week. (mad in both senses of the word) and I dont like it. 

Besides looking into some herbal remedies I think I will get back to the Y, and set aside some craft and clay time for a bit everyday while the kids are at school.I'm hoping this will jump me out this crummy feeling.. or make to tired to be grouchy, grouchiness takes too much energy. :P

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