Just letting you in on a little bit of super important info, if you have a Kohl's credit card and you sign up for paperless statements-they will send you $10 off your next purchase of $10!
I love Kohl's. And they ain't paying me to say that either! I usually go to Slickdeals and scout out the deals that they have found for Kohl's. They will also list any promo codes they have and free shipping for card holders. So I check out the clearance section and then go from there. I also run the deal through My Points, too. Tricky, tricky.
Still have no life,
And this is my adorable nephew, Justin. He is cute. This is part of the email my sister in law sent me the other day.
When Cindy picked up Justin on Friday, Mrs. Kristin said he had a great afternoon, but in the morning he had trouble sharing and was taking toys from friends so she had a talk with him. Later that evening, this is the conversation Cindy had with Justin:
Cindy: Justin, did you share toys with your friends today?
Cindy: That’s not nice, you need to share. Did Mrs. Kristin have a talk with you about sharing?
Cindy: What did Mrs. Kristin say to you?
Justin: TIME OUT!
He is trouble and I love it. He was going to stay a week with us this summer but his father said no. He is a unique individual and that's all I'm going to say about that. You are more than welcome to fill in the gaps.
But the good new is I'm going to be an aunt again. Another child I won't get to see will get to spoil. I can't wait!
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I'm super excited!!!! Toluna is really starting to pay out. As soon as I receive a $20 check, I have another one that is being processed. This is great. So what to do with this new found wealth? Sad-I think $20 is wealth. Anywho, I'm going to save all of it for Christmas. I'm also going to save all the money that I get from Send Earnings and everything like that. I'm going to throw my credit card points/cash into the pot too. It would be nice to have a FREE Christmas.
So as of today, I have $20 in my kitty. I'm sure right about now Sluggy's fingers are itching to tell me that I have to pay taxes on this and that I should have the money in a high yield CD. Sluggy, what are the tax implications?
Life is good,
PS-This would be the point where you would want to join. This is a subliminal message.
And my friend for the day is Jill at Blessings of a Stay At Home Mom. Their family needs all of the kind words that we can muster.
Have a wonderful weekend and don't forget to tell your family how wonderful they are,
Sonya's stalk is ready for the ground. All we need is some warm weather and we might actually be able to harvest this baby!
I really thought that this would be a dud but it now has roots. So this is getting my stamp of approval! I'm going to start a few more to put in my little garden. I'm so excited. I'm two for two with odd growing experiments.
Would this work with money?
Have a great week,
SO how do you know when you are white trash? Is it when you sit in your daughter's bedroom with your son and watch what is going on across the street. It isn't when you see your son's junk and comment on it. The people across the street have the cops at their house at least once a week. Who needs television when you have something this great? I just hope that they never find my blog. But since they probably can't read-all is good! I told you that something is happening to my mouth.
Or are you white trash when the ducks swim in your pool just like National Lampoon's Vacation?
So after poking around Toluna for a while, they have a referral program. I am now authorized to advertise with them on my blog. Yes, I am special. I am making $20 a week with them and I find it kind of relaxing to take the surveys. They even ask me for my opinion on products, no one around here wants my opinion!
So if you want to make a few extra dollars and want your opinion appreciated, then I would recommend them. They won't roll their eyes at you like a teenager when you tell them you don't like something either!
Don't forget to use my link!
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How do you increase profits? Want to make a ton of money? Exploit people! Twist something pure into something ostracized.
I read Donna Freedman's post on "Extreme Couponing." Donna is the queen of all things frugal and she is my hero. Awwwwww, I know I do have my moments.
I agree with her about this show hurting people. But I also think that there is an ulterior motive behind the show. What better way to rid the world of couponing than to humiliate them? It's guilt by association. Soon everyone that uses a coupon will be considered dishonest or a hoarder. What better ways to boost a company's profits than to cut out all discounts?
This is just my opinion and to be honest, I'll never give up my coupons. To Hell with what others think! And with the way that things are going, I may just tell them!
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I'm going to let everyone in on a slight tidbit of information about me, people think that I'm a nice person and that I care. To be completely honest, all of you are much closer to me than most in the "real" world. I consider my blog friends to be my closest friends. Mind you there are a couple of people like my BFF Donna that I couldn't live without and the poor thing knows me all to well.
All of that said, this is going to be the meanest rant that I have ever done. I'm so frustrated right now and I'm pretty sure that there isn't an answer on this one. If you have problems with cuss words, fuck you then well walk away.
I try to be a good person, I really do but something is happening to me. I'm not sure if its just because I'm getting older or if I've had more than my fair share of shit and I'm fed up. Not sure but something bad is on the horizon.
I practice what I like to call tactful avoidance. I try never to say or do anything that would ever hurt anyone's feelings. I also try to leave everyone feeling good about themselves. I like to lift people up. So if I am in a situation that someone is picking on me or trying to tear me down, I try and find a polite way to escape without saying anything. Mind you, if I do go off on someone, welp-you earned it and I have no problem sleeping at night. Which brings me back to my point, I don't say anything when people say snide things. I also don't say anything when they are talking about a subject that I don't find well, table worthy. I usually just blink a few times and then try to find a happy place in my mind and shut you out.
My tactics are no longer working and I need to come up with a new strategy. People think that I care and well, if you can't talk about something appropriate well then I am starting to feel the need to tell you that you are a retard.
Case and point, a family reunion on Den's side. Ahhhhhhh, you say. Yes, now you get it. I love his family but we are now to the point that I feel the need to educate them. This last family get together, I kept it together. NO MORE! I have only said one thing to anyone on the Mott side and that was to his uncle. He wouldn't quit with the smart comments and sexual innuendos. I then felt that it was my duty to tell him that everyone knew he was hung like a little girl. He respects me now.
I would like to point out that I am not a proctologist and/or a gynecologist. Why does anyone feel the need to talk about this shit at the DINNER TABLE? Why? Please explain this to me. Why do people feel the need to trap me in a corner and tell me about every nook and cranny of their uterus? The only time I ever want to hear about your twat is if you are in the hospital and I have come to visit you. And even then, please keep it brief.
Here are a few examples of the ridiculous shit that I'm dealing with.
If you eat an entire plate of beans and then realize that you have a gynecologist appointment the next day, I don't want to hear about it. And I would like to add that that fucker is about to earn that $50 copay.
If the lining of your uteris is thin, this is not to be discussed while eating a salad.
If you fucking run into me at the mall and I'm having a pleasant girl's day out, don't trap me to talk about your bowel movements or the lack there of. I don't care.
And the sad thing is this is all true!
So here are my new guidelines-
If your breast are now expressing sperm-fucking great for you. I don't care!
If the lining of your penis walls are thinning-well laugh at you!
If you shit out the lucky charms midget-you god damn earned it. To be honest, I would probably stick around to watch that one. I would probably even tell you that god is punishing you for talking about your poop all the time.
There are somethings that can't be unsaid or unseen. And then there are times that I think I have gone too far. This happened a while ago and I thought, "Hmmmmm, should I post it or would it be going too much?" So I decided at the time that it was too much even for me. And then I rethunk it. And decided, "What the Hell, jail sounds wonderful!"
I have said so many times that I am a terrible mom. I have no couth. Everyone knows this and I hope that the parole board will take pity on me.
My lovely Mother in law and I went on a little shopping trip to see if we could find a few bargains. We started at her house and then made our way around a few towns. DJ was off for the day and didn't want to join the "girls" for a fun filled day of shopping and lunch.
Half way through our little jaunt, I called him and told him to do his chores, pick up his room and take a shower. Nothing too hard but oh how that would all come back to haunt me.
We ended up near my house on our little trek and I said I wanted to stop by the house. And for the life of me, I can't remember what I wanted to stop for. But soon you will understand why I lost that memory.
I asked my Mother in law if she wanted to come in with me, she said no. Which is unusual because she always wants to see the grand kids, if even for a second. But she stayed in the car. God was with her on that day.
God, on the other hand, had completely forsaken me. I ran into the house to grab "whatever" cuz I still have no memory of it. (Please remember we live in a very open tri-level) When I walked into the house, I thought that it was weird that the house was "steamy" and I could hear the shower running. Hmmmmm, that's a bit odd I thought as I walked around and looked up the stairs into the hall. And then my son walked into the hall butt naked. I guess when I'm not home, he likes to walk from his room to the bathroom in the nude. And he also like the bathroom to resemble a sauna.
Both of our eyes almost popped out of our heads as we both realized that I had just seen his junk. This would be the point that I realized he was in desperate need of some undercarriage maintenance. He needed like sheep shears or something.
The conversation went something like this(Please remember that it was being screamed in pure horror)-
DJ-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
Sonya-DEAR GOD, I LIVE HERE!
Sonya-HOLY SHIT, I JUST SAW YOUR JUNK!
DJ-OH MY GOD!
We haven't been alright for a while. I did try to make it better. DJ told Anna about our debacle and I said that something have changed since I "saw" you last. And that little statement made it worse.
I also, tried to get his father to talk to him about undercarriage grooming. I was told by his father that no grooming is needed. To which I answered, you didn't see what I saw. It was like one years worth of floor clippings from Great Clips stuck to him.
Another parenting misstep,
The other day I was thinking about something that happened years ago. Odd how things pop in there from time to time.
As the story goes, when the kids were little we never had any money(go figure) to do anything when they were on spring or summer vacation. So I would try to find ways to entertain them, like taking them to a different park to play or maybe a different school just so that they could try out their equipment. It wasn't much but the kids liked it. I also, had another little girl that I watched a lot. We were friends with her parents and well, child care wasn't real high on their list. They would leave her with her older sibling but that sibling would just leave or have friends over. So I kept the little girl for all breaks, there would be times where she didn't leave for weeks and I'm not exaggerating. I did it just because I loved the little girl. (And this story is in no way to gain praise from y'all, you know I'm a sinner not a saint!)
One of the little things that I would do was to save up change and then take the kids to the dollar store(the everything is a buck one). It wasn't much but it was an outing. So the deal was each one of them would get 2 things each. And we spent a couple of hours pouring over everything. It always boiled down to having to choose from three things. I don't know why but that's just how the dollar store worked.
I wasn't going to let them talk me into three things each. First, I never had extra money to pay for more. And who really needs more than two cheap toys from the dollar store.
Every time after our little excursion, they would come home and play with their new toys(using the word toys vaguely, more like toxic junk). The mother of the little girl stopped over and they all showed off their new prizes. The little girl told her mom how she narrowed it down from three to two and why she chose the toys that she did. She did not say it because she wanted the other toy just how she came to her conclusion. All three of them happily left the room to play with their junk toys.
That was when the unexpected happened. The mother was instantly mad at me. Boy, I didn't see that one coming. She said that it was just a dollar and why wouldn't I just give it to her! So I told her that I only had enough money to get six things and pay tax on them. That really didn't help matters any. She honest to God, didn't understand why I was being so stingy because it was just ONE DOLLAR. I told her that she was welcome to take her daughter and drive back to the store and buy it for her. In the end, she left in a huff( but still let me watch her child for the rest of the summer).
Fast forward to today. That little girl is 19. I see her once in a while and she whispers in my ear that the only happy times of her childhood were with me. Those words were a huge gift to me.
Her parents are divorced, the house that they lived in has been foreclosed on. They ran up so much credit card debit that they filed for bankruptcy even though they both have really good jobs. I won't judge them because I know better than anyone how hard life is.
Which brings me back to that one dollar that caused so many problems. To her it had no value at all, to me it had a lot. Maybe one dollar is the way to change your future.
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I believe that there is hope for all men(and women). I really like to think that everyone can change and deserves the benefit of doubt. That said I have two teenagers and dear God all mighty,at times, they deserve very little. When my kids were younger, I heard a mother call her teenager an ASS. I put my nose in the air and thought what a terrible mother. LAUGH AT ME! Boy, how those things come back to haunt you. Funny how you always remember those things.
All that said, I have an Anna update. We have a joint checking account together. So I can put money in and she can take money out. That said she has been super good about not using the debit card. She even asks firsts even though it was money that she saved herself.
I check the account a lot just cuz. I noticed that she had a Redbox charge on there and fired off a text to see if she had used the card. I often worry that Anna will lose her debit card. I have reason to worry since she misplaced my credit card when she needed to get gas in high school. But that is all behind her as she often reminds me. Anyways, she text back saying that she did swipe it but had a free code so all was good. I was impressed. I told her that she would be washing out plastic baggies with the best of us very soon. She replied with why are you trying to start a fight. Well at least, it is a start.
The mother of two asses,
Yeah Baby! How envious are you of my growth? Who knew that this would work? But it doesn't have any roots so I'm not sure what is going to happen when I stick it in the ground.
And Den said,"Great, all that work and you saved us $.89." This is why I keep my pimp hand ready at all times.
I think I'm going to give updates on my celery every week. I need to get a life!
Thanks for acting like you care,