Pssst, don't tell anyone...

Wanna know a secret about PB? It's shocking but true, and you have to promise on your honor not to tell anyone. PB drinks instant coffee. There, I said it. I drink it too, every now and again, maybe 2X a week during the cold months, almost never during the warm months. PB drinks it, by the drinking glass full, all day long, he drinks it like most people drink soda. or we we in the south like to say, coke (not Coke, we call all carbonated soft drinks coke, with a little c, you ask "Do you want a coke?", the answer is "Yes", then you ask "What kind of coke do you want?"). All that just to say that PB drinks a lot of instant coffee. He likes his on the sweet side, one spoon of coffee (Folgers is his first choice), 2-3 spoons of non-dairy creamer and 3-4 spoons of sugar, I'm not talking about small spoons either, we are talking big spoons.

Now I suppose it's only fair that I tell you a secret about myself, again you must promise not to tell a soul. I wear reading glasses, well I guess that anyone who knows me already knows that, I kinda like it though, I'm at the age where no one says "ohhhh, you got new glasses", I think they look kinda cute on me too. After buying one pair from the store, I quickly decided that I needed to get a backup pair, I know you have seen someone running around looking for their glasses, I didn't want to paint that picture of myself, so I purchased several pair and have them strategically planted around the sky castle, I can almost always put my hands on a pair in short order. I also purposely got different colors (same style) so that everyone would get used to seeing me in a different set from time to time, can't let people get too used to seeing me in just one pair. Oh and anytime you see a middle aged to older person touch the top of their head and then next the front collar of their shirt, it's a safe bet that they are looking for their glasses. :)

Let's see, what other secret can I tell... OK, here's one, I eat peanut butter out of the jar, yes it's shocking but true, I don't usually want a sandwich but I'll want some little something, so I'll grab a butter knife, fork or spoon and dig away, yes, I double dip. Not to worry, I always have a new jar in case I have guests who happen to want a peanut butter sandwich. I don't do that with anything else, no I don't drink the milk out of the jug or anything else like that, it's just the peanut butter.

So now I sit here with my cup of instant coffee, sweetened with sugar and NIDO instant whole milk, I just finished a piece of cake, I'm looking longingly at the jar of peanut butter and wondering where my glasses are, I bid you goodnight.

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It's Sooooo True

I stole this from another website, I can't believe how true this is:

If you are 30 or older, you might think this is hilarious!

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning before the sun came up...Uphill...Barefoot... BOTH ways, in the snow... yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that I'm over the ripe old age of thirty, uh forty-ish, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia! And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it!

I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!

There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!

Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Then they would call your home and your parents would spank you AGAIN after you got home! Nowhere was safe!

There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!

Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car..We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless.
We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!

There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". Think of the horror...not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are.

And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent...you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances!

We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen...Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!!

There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!

And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove!

And our parents told us to stay outside and play...all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside...you were doing chores!

And car seats - please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place! See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1980 or any time before!



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Sh*ttin' In Buckets

I love watching Travis and Jonathan, also known as Red State Update on YouTube, yup, I love redneck humor. This one hits pretty close to home for us, so... are they making fun of PB and I? LOL!

Warning, adult redneck language and toilet humor, if you are easily offended, don't fuss at me if you go ahead and press the play button.



Speaking of buttons, I can't believe how hard it has been to find buttons around here, I am looking specifically for large, flat buttons to use on a mp3 case that I'm knitting, that's all I need to finish this case/carrier.

I thought I could go to the local (that's relative BTW) Alco store last week, they have a nice sewing section, they sell fabric by the yard and lots of sewing paraphernalia, I fully expected to find buttons for sale there. Well, it wasn't to be, the funny thing is the looks I received when I asked if they sold buttons, you'd think I was asking for something foreign.

Today, I went to town, the thrift store had all their clothes on sale, 25¢ each! I figured I could find some clothes with good buttons there, I didn't mind paying a quarter for a piece of clothing that I didn't intend to wear. I found 3 items with the size and color of buttons for what I wanted to do, though I really hate tossing out perfectly good clothes after ripping the buttons off of them, I'll probably keep them around for something, might make something else out of them, a pillow, or use it for patching clothes, that should appease my inner frug for now.

I couldn't believe how busy the thrift store was, on a Wednesday in the middle of the day, it was the only place in town with a lot of cars parked in front, we had to park out back. One guy in the store purchased $15 worth of clothes, he had a huge pile of clothes, you do the math! LOL.

I ripped the buttons off of 2 of the 3 items of clothing I purchased, the third thing is a cute denim skirt, I think it may fit me, so for now, I'll hold off on that one. I'll post pictures of my finished knitting projects soon, I promise.


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properly pronounced wreetha, (included for the text reader),


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