Demons Out

I think I am losing it- and no comments from the peanut gallery.

I have lost the evil shopping demon that once inhabited this frail body. I can't tell you number of times that I went to Target with no money and by "no" I mean buying new placemats or paying my rent. And guess which won. Oh, but they were some damn fine placemats and they spiced up the table right nice.

I had a lot missing in my life and shopping made me feel good and dulled my senses with the euphoria that only a grande latte and a new pair of shoes can provide. Countless times, I neglected the things that mattered so that I could purchase a quick fix of shopping high.

Today I went to the mall and bought the kids a few things, but I left Lush with no bath bombs, and Forever 21 with only a token head band and a cheap necklace. I didn't even go in the shoe store!! I actually thought about the budget and the rest of the month and the summer, and the future. And then I felt sick with all the fiscal responsibility so I did have a latte, but I haven't had a coffee out all week so I deserved it.

Either things are going better for me personally or I am really sick and I need a girlfriend to come take me to buy shoes and placemats.

Probably it's the latter so I will be waiting on the porch for a ride to Target.

Take it off and leave it

This is how I felt about today. Just take it off and leave it. Inside
out, on the floor, over and done. Happy Friday!

Dear Mom

Dear Mom,

I have been missing you a lot lately and I wish I could see you. I want to come to your house with all the big windows and open space and lie in bed in the mornings listening to you hum as you water your flowers outside my window. I want that guilty feeling of sleeping in while you play with my kids outside in the garden. I want to wake up and get some coffee that is ready, that I don't make myself, and drink it out in the pergola while sweating in early morning sun.

I miss butter beans and turnip greens and fried chicken. I never have them at my house and they never taste the same anyway when I make them. I also want a tuna sandwich made by your hands; you make the best ones with a nice side of plain old Lays.

I know you have a new bathroom upstairs and I am excited to see that as well cause last time we slept up there I almost peed my pants during the night cause I didn't want to walk all the way downstairs. I want to see all the work that Dad "does" that you really do so I can hear him brag.

I want Sher to see you every day like she used to. I miss all your good bargains that you find at yard sales and Fred's Dollar Store.

I mostly want to say that I miss you and I am thinking about you always.

Love,

Jacinta

 

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Should I be worried that my total at CVS today was $6.66?

I almost bought some potato chips to round out the number, but I am forsworn off those particular morsels of crunchy goodness 'cause they have a weird way of showing up on my butt.

I got two creative idea shout outs today. One, for my Geico commercial idea for the church sermon series and another for my kayak race idea at work. So go me and my hot little brain.

So that's all I got. See you tomorrow.

Well, that didn’t work

I read an article about ways to save money. One idea was for the person who was not an impulse shopper to be designated the grocery purchaser.

Since I have been known to buy pretty large things on impulse, like 4 gallons of ketchup at Costco or a car, and K is a by the list guy, I designated him the grocery buyer.

He was sent to Costco with the most stringent of lists that I only called a few times to alter; I thought that we could walk away having only spent a meager 50 bucks or so.

Wrong! K is a closet impulse buyer!

Oh, he had me fooled with his "give me a list" approach, but when he unloaded the mini pepperoni bits, the rice krispy treats, granola bars, and pudding cups (yes, I said pudding cups) none of which were on the list- I knew that he could never be allowed into Costco alone again.

Now, what will we do with two impulse buyers in the fam?

This does not bode well for our economic stability.

Thanks God!

Thanks God for the March snow storm that gave me a day at home with my
family. No work or school or anything. I really appreciate it. I know you see everything, so you know that I am still in my pajamas. At 10:30 on a Monday morning. How cool is that?

Well, thanks again and have a great week.

Love,
Jacinta

P.S. I am ready for Spring now. It's pretty cold.

Letting It All Hang Out

Ok- Imagine that you are lying on a table wearing only a pair of paper underpants.

And imagine that a technician that you knew very little about and in fact had only just met was smearing you from head to toe with warm, rose scented goo.

Remember that you have on only paper underpants and now the goo is cold and you are freezing.

Imagine that the same technician, once you are completely covered in goo, wraps you like a huge burrito in warm towels and a solar blanket and leaves you in a quiet room with some kickin' Peruvian hornpipe music playing lightly in the background and you fall asleep and rapidly begin drooling on said blankets.

Then imagine that in half an hour, she comes quietly in the room, kindly wipes away your drool without saying a word about it and then tells you to step over to the nice hot shower to rinse off the rosy goo.

Remember that you are wearing paper underpants.

Imagine that you have had three lovely children and that your boobs hang slightly lower than they should and your butt has a few (ok, a lot of) lumpy spots and you really suck in your tummy at the pool so it isn't all out there.

Imagine walking confidently to the shower, paper underpants, rosy goo, and sucking it all in while pretending that you have the boobs you did when you were 20. All in front of the technician that you only just met.

Imagine that the hot shower was great and that you felt very dashing prancing around in paper undies. Imagine that all of the soap in the shower smelled good and you couldn't pick which one to use so you just used them all.

Imagine that your technician had kindly left the room after removing the gooey, rosy sheets and remaking the bed for your facial (which was next), so drying off was a piece of cake and you had a lovely white robe to put on and no paper underpants in sight.

Imagine that you had one of your best days ever…………