Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Virtue 5 - Day 1

Today was the coupon-frenzy shopping trip.  I foraged out to Safeway today, spent $110 and saved $38.  Woot woot.  This actually isn't as impressive as it may appear at first blush - because I always save at least 30% off my shopping bill by buying whatever is on sale.  I will leave it to you, my dear reader, to determine whether or not I am awarded a checkmark for frugality.

Our new virtue:

Moderation: Avoid extremes; forbear resenting injuries so much as you think they deserve.

Check it off, Ben.  I am quite possibly the most even-keeled person I know.  I mastered the fine art of emotion-suppressing when I was a kid.  After all the "fun stuff" I've endured in my adult life, particularly in the last year - I am now bullet-proof.  All I can say is, bring it.  I can forbear whatever you can dish out, baby.

Now, on a completely unrelated's BLOG THERAPY TIME!!!  I'm bored.  I go to work, I come home to my basement.  Most of my stuff is in storage.  I blog (of course, you are the highlight of my day) and I watch TV.  I go to bed and hit "repeat" at 6:15 every morning.  So, your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to come up with some brilliant suggestions as to what I can do to pass the time.  Please do not suggest anything that involves me going outside, because I do not go outside unless a) the house in on fire or b) I need to drive someplace.  If I could figure out a way to get into my car without actually going outside, I would be there.

Now, on another completely unrelated note - if you feel like you are inadequate, undeserving or even slightly abnormal - watch "My Strange Addiction" on TLC.   At the end of the hour, you will realize that you are, in fact, pretty darned normal.  It's on now, and in the past hour, I've endured a woman who yanks out her hair and eats the follicles, to the point of baldness; and a woman who owns 200+ pairs of shoes at a cost of $45,000+ and cannot stop buying them.  Unfortunately, I missed the lady who eats Comet all day.  Like in the cleanser.  Yes, I said she EATS it.

So, I'm watching this show about these nutbars and my sweet daughter pipes up with..."My mom is addicted to blogs.  She can't stop writing them.  Mom, you're tearing the family apart!" in her best Napoleon Dynamite voice.   Thanks for the support.  I guess I belong on TLC after all.  And not in a good way.


  1. I DID see where the dingbat eats soap. EW. You're right, I AM pretty dern normal!!

    I have the same issue you do- GroundHog day ain't got nothing on us!

    What to do?

    I'm going to see if I can back into cross stitching. It's doubly therapeutic: You can't EAT while you do it! I might lose weight!


  2. I am now in complete reverence of you. I've often wondered what it would be like to be even-keeled. I don't know where to begin when it comes to learning moderation... Back when we were working at the jewelry store together, Aunt Gaye said everyday with me was like riding on a new roller coaster. Help me, Tina, Ben, anyone!

  3. Kas - I used to cross-stitch all the time, I really love it. Unfortunately, something awful has happened-those squares got a lot smaller all of a sudden, and the charts are much harder to read than they were a few short years ago. I am baffled as to why...????

    Queenie - the next time you feel an emotion coming on, think "What would Donald do?" and do it. Donald, like in Trump, not Donald, like in Duck.


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