Stealing Toilet Paper?

I was sitting here at work and a lady came in and asked to use our restroom. She went in and I heard this sound. It sounded like a plastic bag being ripped open.

Strange, but whatever.

So she came out, thanked us and went walking down the street.

I didn't think anything about it until I went in just now to wash my hands and saw the little toilet paper storage thing's door was standing wide open.

She swiped 3 rolls of toilet paper!

I had just filled the little toilet paper storage thing this morning so I know it was full.

Come on, who the hell steals toilet paper?

Postponing Iowa Trip

Hubbs and I decided to hold off on me trying to make the trip to Iowa on the 10th.

Money is just too tight right now (my fault) and My Little Bro (who was supposed to drive half way) didn't ask for the time off.

Sucks ass.

But it is probably the best decision.
1) My bosses weren't too excited that I was taking a week off.
2) I really want to get Monk Man's ears checked out before I make any big plans to go somewhere without him.
And 3) Hubbs and I would probably have fought the entire time I was there.

Trash Can Potatoes

I am starting this project again. Yay!!!!

In the process of peeling potatoes for hash browns last night I pulled out a potato that was starting to sprout.

So tonight after work I am going to break out the bucket and try again.

This time the bucket is going in the far back of the backyard where the dogs and Monk Man cant get anywhere near it.

I will update when I have something new to share!

**sob** My Squash

I spent an hour pulling up all my damn squash plants last night.

I had gotten home around 5ish and went outside to pull some weeds and see if there were any new squash. I hadn't been out to look in a week because of the massive amount of rain we have gotten lately.

I got the weeds pulled and started lifting up the squash plant leafs and reaching around, moving the mess around so I could get to the squash. I happened to glance at the underside of a leaf and saw a bunch of egg clusters on it. I pulled the leaf off and started checking the rest of the leafs for more eggs.

Every single leaf had eggs on it. And then I started noticing the squash beetles. I bet I saw 5 of those nasty ass little things at first glance.

Grooooossssss. I don't do well with bugs anymore.

Monk Man was kneeling in the grass looking for bugs with me (of course). I told him to run and bring the big trash can over to me. I was in my Birks so I ran inside to get a real pair of shoes on. My dumb ass know better than to try to garden in sandals but knowing and doing are 2 different things.

That's it! The squash was fun while it lasted. Those damn things were going in the garbage if it took me all night.

So Monk Man finally got the trash can over to me, after we played 20 questions about why I needed it.

I grabbed ahold of a big set of leafs and pulled. And pulled. Finally the plant came out of the dirt. It was COVERED with the squash beetles.

Yep. Pulling out the plants was a good idea because THEN I saw a freaking Black Widow spider crawling around in the dirt. I dropped the f-bomb and squealed Eeewwww like a little girl. I am sure my neighbors were quite entertained watching me swear like a sailor and jump around the back yard flapping my arms in disgust.

Spanky had taught me (burned into my brain) at a very young age to squish ANY Black Widow spider I came across because they would bite me and whatever body part that spider bit would have to be cut off. I am pretty sure that isn't really true but his story worked. I don't screw around with spiders.

Now, all 12 of my squash plants are in the dumpster and the spiders are killed (hopefully).

When I was finished, I had the worse case of heebie jeebies ever. I was convinced that the bugs were hiding in my clothes and in my hair. I was covered in dirt from head to toe. Being the overly concerned mommy that I am, I made Monk Man strip down so I could check him for bugs. Yes, right there in the middle of the back yard.

The other plants that were around the squash seem to be unaffected by the bugs so that is a good thing. The carrots are tall and bushy. The peppers are getting big. The onions are pungent. Not a bug to be found this morning.

My Compost Bins

I finally got around to taking the pictures off my camera.

Drumroll please......Soooo exciting.

Here are the 2 Compost bins that a guy at work gave me. Please ignore the weeds that are taking over. The weed cutting is Hubb's job and he is still gone.






Yes, one is already full. I have no clue what I am doing. All I know is that everything can go in it except meat, dairy and fish. And it has to stay sorta wet and hot and I have to mix it up once in a while.

I never thought I would be so excited about garbage!

To My Friends In Texas

I hope you all are safe and sound and away from the hurricane!

Holy Ear Infections Batman!

Monk Man went to the doctor this morning because I thought he had an ear infection again. I was right.

The doctor gave us a prescription for some more antibiotics and ear drops. Then he dropped the ball. The thing I have been dreading ever since Monk Man got his first ear infection.

Doc looked at me and said "I am pretty sure he is going to need ear tubes and he needs to see a specialist for that".

My heart dropped into my stomach and I tried my hardest not to cry.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

So I called the specialist this afternoon and got us an appointment for August 19th. At the time, I thought Hubbs would be back from Iowa. As it turns out, he wont be back until at least the 21st or somewhere around there.

Great. I have to take Monk Man alone.

I did some reading on WebMD about ear tubes and it is not as bad as I thought it was. I mean, it is still a big deal but I feel a little better.

It is him going under general anesthesia that I am worried about. I was only under anesthesia once (for a plastic surgery procedure) but that was enough to know that it was not something I wanted to go through again for a very long time.

The puking. The dream like feeling. The panic when it clicks that it is too late to change your mind. Realizing that you have little to no memory of anything that happened in the hours after the surgery. Not being in control.

That scares the hell out of me.

I really don't want to put him through a surgery so young. But what other choice do I have? I cant keep giving him antibiotics because sooner or later they will stop working. Plus people will look at him funny if I put him in a germ resistant bubble. And I cant handle letting him get another ear infection.

I am definitely going to do some more research to make sure there is no other option.

So if anyone has any suggestions, I am all ears.

I got my bag!!!!

Do you remember my post about getting a new bag from MDU?

Well I got home just now and it was waiting for me on my porch. That was way fast shipping.

I am so happy! I love it. It is big enough to fit all my junk in but not too big that I feel like I am carrying a diaper bag. And it has a flap to keep everything from falling out.

Ooooohhhh. Aaaahhhhh. Its pretty.

So if anyone ever happens to see me and my Coupon Diva bag at Wal-Mart, stop me and say HI!

Off to transfer the junk from my old purse to my new one.

I Hate

crossing the street.

I had to go to the Post Office for work today. Now normally, I don't have to cross any streets but due to some kind of road work, I couldn't get into the parking lot at the Post Office. So I parked across the street by the stoplight.

Ok. Let me set the scene a little more vividly so you can properly imagine my hatred.

It is Friday. It is lunch time. It is also hot and humid. I have been at home all morning with the boys because no one was going to be around to watch them until this afternoon. So I am worn out and cranky. And because of the road work, 3rd Street (normally a 2 laned, 1 way street) was turned into a 1 laned, 1 way street and traffic was backed up for at least 3 blocks.

So getting to the Post Office was fine. I just waited until there was enough of a lull in the traffic flow to get across the street. But trying to get back to my car from the Post Office was no good. There were no lulls in the traffic, the cross-walk signals suck so I just had to wait until someone stopped and let me walk across. Luckily someone did stop driving so I could cross the street.

But the whole time I was standing there waiting, I felt like everybody has their eyes on me. I don't like that at all. I mean, I was seriously uncomfortable. It is a really small town and I feel like I know almost everybody so it wasn't like I was in any danger or anything. I was just super weirded out for some reason.

Believe it or not, I don't like to be the center of attention. That is why I take at least 1 of my boys with me whenever I go somewhere. Lately, it has been both. And that draws the attention away from me.

My Hair

got stuck in the door at work. Again.



Yeah, it isn't the first time and I doubt it will be the last.



My hair is long. I am 5 foot 7 inches tall and my hair touches my pants line.



I think the last time I cut it was when I was pregnant with Monk Man, sooooo it has been around 3 & 1/2 years. I need it trimmed soon.



My hair gets caught in EVERYTHING. Car doors, Bobblehead's fingers, the refrigerator, packing tape. You name it, my hair has probably been caught in it. The best is when it gets rolled up in the seat belt when I try to take it off. That's fun.



So here is a picture. Please ignore the stringy-ness.

I Confess

I spent some money on myself on Friday. And then again today.

I hardly ever spend money on myself. I am working so hard to get my debt under control that I forget that I need stuff too. I have no problems spending money on Hubbs or on the boys.

So while I was cruising Ebay for stuff for the other people in my life I decided to just peek at one of the things I used to buy on a regular basis. Jeans. More specifically, Plastic by GLY.

Plastic are the most comfortable, flaw hiding, wear like steel jeans I have ever had. After birthing 2 good sized babies (wow how hillbilly does that sound?), I have 1 pair of Plastics that still fit. And it makes me sad that the other pairs (like 15 pairs) don't fit and never will again.

So I bought 3 new-to-me pairs of jeans. I got a pair of Plastic, a pair of Stone Age, and a pair of X2. Total with shipping? $47.95 Score! Plastic jeans usually run $65-75 a pair brand new. Super bargain.

Then, this morning I was stopping by MDU to check out the latest snark and I found out that they have set up a store! Awesome!!!! So I bought myself this new bag. It shows off my new found love of coupons.

Joyce, this is for you

Lets try this again.

Nesting Update

Naaawww. I didn't even come close to getting all that done.

I did get all my laundry washed and dried. But not put away. That's the part I hate the most.

That's it. I know, horrible. Oh! And I did all the dishes.

But.....One of the guys I work with is a big gardener. He got a new-to-him composter thing that spins so he brought his old bins to me for my compost.

I am sooooo freaking excited. I can now move my compost pile into round bins. I meant to take pictures this morning but I got distracted by the kids. I promise I will get some pics tomorrow, just in case anyone is as excited (or even close to it) as I am.

I have to go to Walmart today after I get off work because I have coupons that are going to expire in the next couple of days. So maybe I will pick up some shelves while I am there.

Nesting

I have this overwhelming urge to nest. Like the crazy, whole body consuming type of nesting I did when I was pregnant.

This is what I want to do:

I want to make a trip to Walmart and buy a couple of new bookshelves for the books and Playstation games.

I want to *gasp* do laundry.

I want to re-organize my pantry and throw everything expired in the compost pile.

I want my fabric that I bought from ebay to show up so I can start making the blankets for the boys.

I want to mop.

I want to shampoo my carpets.

I want to hang more pictures.
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I NEVER want to clean. Never. I would rather be outside in the garden than be stuck in the house doing "domestic stuff". That being said, my house is never dirty, just messy/cluttered. But who has time to have a spotless house with 2 kids, 2 dogs and a mean Internet addiction?

My mom, that's who. But she is only addicted to Soap Operas and has 3 grown children that still live at home and know how to clean up after themselves.

Today, I want to send the kids to Nonnies so I can turn up the Nine Inch Nails and have all day to clean.

Last weekend I about went crazy cleaning the bathroom. It is still all sparkly and clean smelling.
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Well, I am off to find a cd, get the kids occupied with the TV and clean like a pregnant chick. I hope you all have a good weekend. I will post my progress on Sunday night or Monday. If the cleaning fumes don't kill me.

Someone has been RAOKing me

Our trash days are Monday and Thursday. I remember to roll out the trash about once a month if I am lucky. I am pretty sure it pisses Hubbs off to no end since he ends up being the one who has to do it.

Lately, I have been doing really well with remembering. For the past 2 weeks I have remembered all 4 trash days. Ever since Hubbs has been gone, someone in the neighborhood has been rolling my trash can back up my driveway for me.

How nice huh!

I wish I knew who it was. I would take over a plate of fudge or cookies or something to thank them.

Stupid Dogs

My stupid dogs, Molly and Duke, just learned something new about dish soap. They have a fascination with bubbles. Whenever the boys or I am taking a bath, they barge in the bathroom and lick up whatever bubbles they can before I throw them back out.

I was finishing up the dishes and a puff of bubbles landed on the floor. Well they both licked it and Molly started gagging and Duke just kept licking the air.

Hello? Just because the soap SMELLS like apples, it doesn't mean it will TASTE like apples.

McDonalds

I normally dont like commercials but this one made me laugh until I almost pee'd my pants.

McDonalds Chicken Dance

Christmas Presents

Its that time of year again. Its time for me to start thinking about Christmas presents and how I am going to pay for everything.

I usually wait until the week before Christmas to order presents and pictures for the Scrapbooks, even though I start feeling the internal nagging to start doing this stuff in the summertime. Summertime, when the prices are low and I have the time to start my projects.

Last year I really screwed up. I ordered everything (like almost $700 worth) from Kohls around Thanksgiving. Part of my order showed up, another part got lost and the most important parts got cancelled. PANIC!!!!!! And lots of crying and stressing. I sent nice emails. I sent angry emails. Every day. I called and was nice. I called and was mean. Also every day. I called and told them I was never going to shop in their stores again and neither would any of my friends and family. None of it did any good. They suck.

So a few days before Christmas, I had to go buy presents to replace the ones that never showed up. That was fun.

Kohls had no explanation about why they cancelled some of the order and where the rest of my order had ended up. They tried to blame UPS but the tracking service showed that the packages were still sitting on Kohl's shipping dock.

After bothering them every single day for months, I finally got a refund. In February. Yes, February.
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So this year, I am feeling that urge to start the Christmas shopping already. And I am buying all the stuff right now so that I have no excuse to put it off until November again. I hope.

I cant wait until the stuff from Ebay that I ordered today. I have to talk to Hubbs about a few more things but I am sure I will get my way since he really does not ever want anything to do with shopping. The less he has to do with it, the better, or so he thinks.

4th Of July

I just wanted to wish everyone a safe and happy 4th of July!

Fail Blog

Another site dedicated to LoL-type pictures. It is part of the Cheezeburger network (?). So check it out. Fail Blog Funny shit.

Ok, I know this is the BBC like British Broadcasting but I saw it and thought BBC as in Babycenter. Look:


see more pwn and owned pictures

And for the record, babycenter IS hiring.

Another Walking Disaster Post

I just noticed the paint is in my sandals and I have yellow splatters on my feet. Niiiiice. My paisley Birks have a yellow accent now.

I wonder what else is going to go wrong today.

I am a walking disaster today

Its barely 9:00 AM and I have already decided that I should have stayed in bed and called in spastic (its like calling in sick but being honest).

We received a piece of glass and I needed to write what vehicle it fits. So I took one of the "Big glASS" paint markers from the counter and went into my parts room. When I took the lid off, the whole freaking top part came off and the paint spilled all over 3 windshields, the ground and my hands. Luckily our detail guy came to my rescue and said he would take care of cleaning the shit up.

Now my hands are Sponge Bob yellow. How attractive. Thankfully I only have a half day of work because of the holiday tomorrow. I think that if I had to be here longer than absolutely necessary, I might accidentally burn the damn building to the ground.