money the necessary evil

Our tax returns came today, and in a few swift clicks, were gone. Some idiot might have put a little too much money on the credit card last fall. Gee, I wonder who in this family cannot curb their spending. Who might just chafe against spending so much money on Huggies and rebels by buying, say, a camera when the old one refuses to turn on. And who thinks that going to the antique store is more important than the groceries.

My children can follow the Crazy Baby's example and eat their books. Mr Destructo and I found a board book with a perfect bite mark taken right out of the binding's middle. Good fiber that.

Me thinks I better not visit the wallet-thief Costco for awhile. It's risky business sending the husband there, too because I find mysterious purchases like M&M's on the receipt. I guess I can't grudge it to him when those are $10 and I think I went hog wild once and bought 4 boxes of ModBod shirts. You can guess that total.

I want to try a no spend month. I think if I have a goal I can do it, but every time I tell the husband we have to spend no money and just save it, I end up going out and buying lots of stuff. Mostly food, but whatever. I'm pretty sure when all my boys are teenagers we might as well live in a walk-in refrigerator because we'll pretty much be buying food all the time. I'd rather live on a farm but I don't do manure. Or animals. Or living off the land, because I usually waste all the produce from my garden. My pioneer ancestors just rolled over in their graves. Oh the scandal that is me.

Anyway, the no spending. Think I can do it? Anyone else think they can do it? Even though March is half over, we just got paid (like how I say "we" like I was the one working my tail off?) and it's as good a time to start as any. Maybe we'll actually eat enough of a dent out of our food storage to allow us to move it without a flatbed.

hooked on this house

Want to see a cool house? Go here.

I wonder if any old post offices are for sale around here. We saw a burned out church in Morgan, but I think someone else already owns it and has similar ideas.

hello

Feeling sassy today. Remember when I used to ramble on? Brace yourselves. Oh yeah and I'm not complaining--just stating the facts for your pure entertainment--if you can call it that.

I do have to disclaim--I think one of the reasons I slowed way down on blogging? Pictures. Takes too long. Then blogger did it's funky trick where you can't move them around as easily or download as many. Then our harddrive turned into a turtle of proportionally large slowness.

Cry me a river right? Oh wait, Rocker is taking care of that for me today. I suppose in his defense he's been sick. All four are coming off the flu which Mr Destructo brought home again. His first gift of influenza was right before Christmas--like four days before. wa-hoo. Except with Mr D it's a literal wa-hoo because he. doesn't. move. and I pull out a little less hair.

Guess who's a a Mr Destructo junior? Rocker. No worries, with this go-round I knew what was coming--before he was born when the prenatal moving never ceased. Anyway, the funny thing with him is finding where he stashes stuff. I don't remember precisely why I was digging around in a few of my vents, but I came up with a lot of missing silverware. A remote went missing and I didn't find it until I saw him trying to get it out of the VCR. And I just found a wooden spoon in the piano. I have dubbed him Crazy Baby.

I do love that he's still little enough that I can close a door and he cannot open it. Yes I shut doors and emit evil laughs in the face of his despair. Mwa-ha-ha. Like today, he got really ticked after he went to all the trouble to dig batteries out of the garbage and I pried them out of his little fists and closed the laundry room door--blocking access to the garbage and his beloved broom. And mop and swiffer duster and iron and the sponge he's been filching from my painting stuff and wiping the walls with. I think he either wants to be a janitor or butler/housekeeper when he grows up. I should have named him Alice.

I just ran out of steam and simultaneously my brain short-circuited. Since that's like double writer's block I think I'll go lock my kids in the dungeon. Oh wait, we don't have one--think they'll settle for the crawl space?

Gruesome Sights

I just saw something terrifying.

On Target's website.

I thought they were above this--it's more what I'd expect from Whitetrash-Mart (where I send my husband when I need something from there. ha).

The item: Hello. Kitty. rain boots.

For women.

Grown women.

Who are shopping at Target so we assume they have some class, right?

Yikes.

People, if you see me wearing said boots, shoot me in the foot. You have to completely ruin the boots.

They're almost as frightening as the double snotsicles I saw hanging from my nose when I got in the car after church. After I'd talked to a lot of people. Thinking I looked okay for public viewing. Nice. Time to trim the nose hairs and stop having horrific daydreams about Hello Kitty rain boots. You know what else I hate finding? Zits in my nose. TMI you say? I just have to say this, it's bad enough I'm almost 30 and still suffering the zits. It's kind of bad to have them all over, nothing is sacred, they're in the nose and my greatest dread is one day I'll wake up and have some huge zit on the bottom of my nose that touches a snotsicle coming from the top. Picking zits and trimming nose hairs should belong to completely separate age groups. You shouldn't have to be a victim of both right?

Anyway, I'm gross.

And have successfully, without wanting to succeed, drawn a lot of unwanted attention to my nose innards.

But I didn't I do a good job killing your image of grown women in Hello Kitty rain boots?

You're welcome.