1. I had to return a call to a broker in NY last week. Before calling, my palms got a little sweaty thinking about talking to a New Yorker. I worried that I would sound uneducated with my Okie drawl...but, he was very nice and appreciated the return phone call directing him to the correct person. Don't know why I had those feelings of inadequacy...must be watching too much Selling New York on HGTV. They can be brutal!
2. A co-worker's hubby sells cookies for a living - you know a Nabisco, Keebler, etc. distributor. Anyway, she brought cookies to work (samples, out of dates, discontinueds, etc) and was selling them for $1/pack. Step aside girl scouts...there's a new sheriff in town.
3. Anyway, I bought some flax seed cookies - sounds delicious, huh? Anywho, I chose them because I've heard that flax seed is supposed to be good for you. I went to pay her and she asked if I was having a problem with irregularity. Apparently, flax seed is good for that too. I've had 3 cookies this morning and am feeling more regular already!
4. I just read that each cookie, yes 1 cookie has 120 calories. Now, I don't read labels all the time, but I can tell you for a fact that I can have 3 oreos for 160 calories, so what am I doing wasting my caloric intake on flax seed? With all the flax seed and additional calories, there may be multiple things going on with my butt if I eat this whole package!
5. Last night, Reese let out a little toot while T was rubbing her back to help her get to sleep. He said, "hey, did you just toot on me?" Reese said, "no, I think my butt just sneezed!" I'm raising a very witty girl.
6. Well, it's official...thanks to Storage Wars and Auction Hunters, tv has now turned into reality for our household. We went to a delinquent unit auction at the mini-storage on Saturday. There were 8 "lockers" up for auction and T was bidder #49 (he wasn't the last one to register either). So, 8 lockers with 50 some groups of people thinking there may be something valuable in them...T and I amongst them.
7. There was one guy who actually had his flashlight so he could see hidden items that may be lying in the depths of the unit. It was very comical. We would get our chance to peruse the items when they opened the door, then drift to the back of the crowd to discuss what our max bid would be. We left without winning a locker...we left without bidding on a locker. I'm hoping this time spent looking at rooms full of crap will curb T's curiosity.8. I'm making fun of the whole process, but it was really fun in a dorky kind of way - we laughed alot about some of the junk and how serious some of the other bidders were. The auctioneer opened one door and people started laughing. We got to the front for our viewing and saw a 4x6 picture of a girl (with quite a bit of junk in the trunk) posing in a thong with her back to the camera. Everyone ribbed the winner of that unit - teasing that he was just interested in seeing if there were anymore risque shots he could pin on his wall.
9. T is always teasing me about how white my legs are. I ask, "how do you get any sun on them if you're harassed to the point of not wanting to show them?" Solution: Self tanning cloths - I rubbed one all over yesterday morning and thought, "hmmm, that didn't do anything". By 5:00pm, the tops of both feet were orange! Now, they do warn you to be careful around ankles and elbows, but I never imagined one application would inflict such damage. I'm not giving up though...as soon as my toes turn back to their natural "white", I'm trying again. Practice makes perfect, right?
10. Last night was Reese's performance at gymnastics. Each class put on a show for their parents (I've never seen so many people there before) and then each gymnast received a medal. She did a great job and was very proud of her accomplishment. It didn't hurt that her teacher kept telling her what a stud she was! After the show, T & I took her out to eat at a place of her choice. She wanted Chinese Buffet (of course), but had to settle for Olive Garden since no one has taken over the vacant Yummy Buffet she loves so much. T is not an "italian" kind of guy, but he grinned and beared it for the sake of his child. He did ask me though, how often she'd have this kind of "ceremony".
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Butt sneeze! LMAO What a funny gal!
ReplyDeleteMy Uncle used to buy storage units back before it was cool. Then he sold the stuff at flea markets. My grandparents set up at flea markets all the time. It was always kind of fun. I would help them set, spend the day at the theater watching movies and return to help pack up. I saw a ton of movies. The cheap side of me would be worried about spending on something and not really knowing what I'm spending it on.
Tanning cloths, you say? I must look into this product. Orange or not, I'm intrigued!
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