Sunday, November 21

So very early Sunday morning, at like 6:15 am, I left my house to go to the laundromat. I normally just wait to do laundry until I can do it at some one's house (you know, when I house sit) or until I run out of comfortable underwear and am left with only the pair that consistently both rides up my ass and falls down at the same time. ( Don't be embarrassed, I know you have a pair like that too). I made a special trip this morning because I read on the internet I could wash my feather bed in a regular washer and I really thought it was time. ( In case you were wondering, no I didn't wet the bed.) So anyways, the people at the laundry always crack me up. 1. I found out this morning that my neighbor makes her husband do the laundry. 2. Also, some people are super paranoid.  There is this older lady here who is like my mom's age  and she keeps checking her stuff in the dryer by putting the back of her hand against the glass. Talk about a super power!  I mean, to be able to tell if you're laundry was dry by touching the glass. Amazing. I do suspect however, that she may have been aided by some device which she carried in purse. I say this because each time she walked the 8 steps to do this amazing feat, she put her fashionable nylon purse on her shoulder. Lesson 3 from this morning- there is no way in hell a full size feather bed dries on low in 30 minutes.  I guess this one time the internet was wrong.

Wednesday, November 17

So I'm on my way to the store yesterday and there a woman running on the sidewalk.
Normal enough.
She is running with a dog, again normal enough.
She is running with a dog, with a plastic bag with dog poo in it tucked in the back of her pants so it hits her each time she runs.  Hilarious.

Friday, November 12th

So last night after school, I stopped at the Walgreen's on Whitney Way about 9:30pm.
It should have been a routine stop, but it was one of those trips that just left you shaking your head.  
After I had decided what to purchase, I was standing in line waiting to check out.  Much to my delight, an additional cashier came over and opened a new line to wait on me.  So as he's scanning my stuff, this guy who has stoned or drunk or something comes up behind me, looks at the cashier guy and guy "buddy, can you help me out?".  The cashier looks at the guy and is like, what's up?  The stoned guy tells the cashier, "man, i dropped all my stuff in the garbage can. tell me you have the key."  the cashier tells the guy no and then stoned guy says, "well, i'm just going to pull the bag out then. "  The cashier is now completely confused because 1 - stoned guy wants the garbage key and wait for it - i paid with cash.  So he's trying to deal with the garbage can situation and is completely flustered because my change is 41 cents and he doesn't have any pennies.  So of course, he has to call a manager.  I tell him to forget about the penny and I leave.  I go to my car and get settled in and ready to leave.  As I leave, I drive past the garbage man and see stoned guy, the cashier and the manager all standing there.  I kind of chuckled.

Monday, November 8

So always trying to be thrifty, I'm a big fan of make it yourself beauty products.
Lately, it seems everyone is telling me that Elmer's glue makes a great face mask for cleaning pores, etc.  ( I seriously saw this on Today, OK, so maybe it was the 4th hour with Hoda and Kathie Lee, it was today none the less) So I dig out my Elmer's glue and smear it on my face and am careful to avoid the eyebrows and other potentially painful places.  So I've got this glue and my face and I am getting antsy so I start moving forward with the other parts of my bedtime routine.  I floss my teeth, brush them, gargle.  Glue still not dry.  So then I look at my nose and think that the glue is dry enough, I could use the Netti pot. ( in case you don't know, the Netti pot is thing you mix salt water in, put up one nostril and then the water comes out the other side.  it's awesome for sinus troubles)  So I do the one side and then it's time to blow my nose.  Well apparently the glue wasn't as dry as I thought it was and the Kleenex stuck to my nose.  So here I am, freaking paper machieing my nose.
Long story short - the glue does work nice.
The Netti pot works nice.
Just make sure you allow proper time in between the two activities.
LOL

Thursday, November 4

I'm not going to lie.  Sometimes, during the day, I watch TV if I'm home.  There are not a lot of options when you don't have cable but I make due.

I'm always amazed when I catch bits of shows like Maury.  Inevitably,  somebody is always getting a DNA to see who the baby daddy is.  And just as inevitably, about a good 50% of the time, the guy they swore up and down was the baby daddy's was not.  What I am always amazed by is not the fact they have no idea who fathered their child or that they have tried to bamboozle someone into being the father, but the way they carry on when Maury tells the poor sucker he is not the baby daddy.  I mean, most of these girls run from the stage and throw a hysterical fit.  Just a thought here, but maybe they should be a little more careful with their overlaps in the future.  And you would think that all the people who have done this on the show, someone would have watched this whole drama before and learned from it.  ARGH.