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These Facebook ads are wildin'. This story you are about to hear may or may not have been an actual reenactment, interpretive dance, or part of the Colonial Days talent show at your local elementary school.Me, signing into Facebook:.....Ad: "Alcohol is bad. We have something better. for the price of four dozen eggs and in two installments of $49.99"Me: ....... *rolls eyeballs*Ad: "Pot gummies!

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I'm not the sweet type. Sugar, that is. I have fairly simple tastes: Black coffee, plain cake, plain vanilla ice cream, unsweetened tea. Don't get me wrong, I can devour a bag of Reese's peanut butter cups like the best of them. That's normal. The irony of a Krispy Kreme cooking up gluten overload within five miles of my house is not lost on me. On the rare occasion I do eat there, and it

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How are you at puzzles? I remember growing up, we had a United States map puzzle. Every parent and grandparent in the world needs one of these.  My sisters and I took turns putting each state carefully together. We'd spend hours doing our USA puzzle. Then we tried timing how fast we could go. We were competitive and home-schooled. It was bound to happen.Without realizing, we learned all

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 Are you still here? I'm thankful for you.I told myself, "Self, you need to get things out of your head. Why don't you write on your blog again? Not just the negative, but take a breath and clear the gray matter"My self is so smart. To catch you up, things have changed over the last few years.My kids are grown. Like, grown-grown. Only two-left-on-my-insurance grown. One married off and the

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Here we have a Cube in the wild. No Cubes were harmed in the making of this post. Getting to know my neighbors is a habit from childhood. It seems to have fallen out of fashion with the younger generations. While it's important to know your community, you never know when a neighbor will need assistance. As a teenager, a former neighbor once suffered a stroke and yelled for help for two days.

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Hi, Dear Readers.Its time to clip my nails. Judging the number of times I've retyped this sentence, a pep talk is in order. I planned on writing something else but perhaps, someone needs to hear about the concept of taking care of you.I have few guilty pleasures and no, clipping nails isn't one of them. Specifically, I have exactly zero guilty pleasures because nothing accomplished in a healthy

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Big Sis (R) and Me (L). circa 1978These are the faces of backyard sprinkler antics fueled by  Chocolate Nestle Quik and salads with Roquefort dressing. This past weekend, I visited my sister. Its only an hour away and its great to be able to see her and her hubs, Chris...and my mom. They invited me down to sell and help in their town's annual city wide garage sale. I had a van full of

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I had the itch to write today and thought, "Self. You should write today. What's the big gap in writing on your blog? Do you not love it anymore? Do you think you're too busy? Can't you shave your legs sometime this month?"I talk to myself a lot. I also ask a lot of questions. Everyone says they are busy - a natural response. Busy-ness makes you feel this is a solid reason for not keeping

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So you all have streaming movies, don't you? Have you ever met someone who doesn't have Hulu or Netflix? Neither have I. If you did, you would probably wonder if they were some weirdo who eats with their fork handle in their fist and wears white after Labor Day. Why? Everyone has streaming of some kind. That everyone includes my sister, who tells me what to watch. Not because we have

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Its hard to be nice when there are 10 million Facebook groups devoted to free stuff.  I should try this next time I need a car. (A month later it sold for $35.)

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You're wearing glasses but I don't think you can read well..... She walked and the next week I raised the price to $40.  I had a buyer within 3 days. Who knew?

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On this episode of Adventures of a Marketplace Seller. I only pretended to be sorry. I also pretended to be good at math, and she never noticed so the jokes on her. This stuff sells like crazy at Christmas. ~Bee does not barterListening to The Rolling Stones - You Can’t Always Get What You Want ░B░e░e░ ░R░e░p░a░r░t░e░e░

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Found this entry on Facebook from 2016. I forgot I wrote this....enjoy. I was put in Facebook Jail by the Facebook Police "FBP" because I was pretending to be me. I swear I am not making this up. They were going to have me scan in a government-issued ID with my birth date. They were going to be so surprised opening an image of my 15 year old face on my old passport. Changing my wireless to a

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I write a personal motto every year in lieu of resolutions. It helps me focus and streamline my goals. In 2018, my motto was Simplify. I threw out or donated so much stuff and clutter. I don't miss it. I focused on my family with simple steps: better meals and cleaner house. Focused on my business, and doing what I love. A leap of faith is scary when business and your livelihood is

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The lady next to us at the teriyaki place is not what I call a very private person. This phenomenon is what the US is known for: Loud Discussions About Your Business In Public Places. Is this ego? Narcissism? Be jealous, ya'll? I have no filter? Whatever the reason, I have enough information here to be her bridesmaid. Maybe eavesdropping is rude, but there are voices and volumes very easy to

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This is the face of your average 17 year old Ralph Vaughan Williams fan. In summer this year, Titus decided to add another instrument to his repertoire: tuba. "How exciting," stated he. "We have an apartment," bated me. "Make it work?" question he. "Do my best," intentioned me. He appears to be making his way around the band instruments to find his favorite... or in the least, his

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I tell everyone. November means I've been blogging for twelve years. I surely haven't been blogging that long because the number of posts suggest I most likely died in 2010 and my children have ghostwritten the last 5 or 6 posts. I'm convinced I lost my blogging feeling when I went back to college. Then I got busy with reading books and writing about said books I'd read. It was lovely

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If government cheese is any indication, there should be no doubt how the US government would end up handling something bigger and slightly more complex such as healthcare.  A few months ago, my oldest turned 19. I work in medical billing and Ive sold insurance but I can't imagine a young adult layperson understanding insurances. What's a deductible, what's a copay, and what's

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If you are the one of three readers that still visits (Hi, Mom), I've revamped several posts on my blog. Taken some down. Revamped others. I also couldn't believe how my writing has changed. I could catch you up but you are, in all likelihood, a new reader and probably couldn't care less.HEY LOOK! CHOCOLATE!Not really, but I have your attention now. I'm a full-time job, working mom now. Done

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You may think you are so hipster and smart with your Throwback Thursday, Sweet Saturday, Follow Friday, and I don't know, Winnebago Wednesday, and Matricide Mondays but I'm on to you.  You're probably tired of squinty baby and sibling photos and 80's fashion pictures on Throwback Thursday. I thought instead to share some memories. Which, if I was more hipster and smart, would have

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I'm anchor-less. Floating. Adrift. Bobbing like one of those buoys you see in movies where the guy gets capsized in a nearly indestructible boat and almost drowns in the ocean. This is right before he is eaten by killer sharks the size of Nebraska. Even Fish Bait Guy has a plan. On the other hand, I'm still feeling an ocean away from any pretense of predetermined goals, killer sharks

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Christmas. It is my favorite time of year. Strip away all of the commercialism, complaining, awkward Christmas parties, and rum flavored bricks disguised as "fruitcake" and I'm just like that sugar-filled, befooted, pajama-wearing child on Christmas Eve all over again. I like the family time, the meaning behind Christmas, and the smell of a fresh cut tree. I love giving and helping others (

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It's very important to be prepared for anything. My purse is the mecca of natural disaster preparedness, chock full for every possible contingency. Safety pins, band-aids, hand sanitizer, first aid, ibuprofen, a Lego, high heeled Barbie shoe, fuzzy granola bar, ziplock of cupcake sprinkles, and a 9V battery. You never know. However, nothing in my purse can prepare anyone for the flu. This

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Ever since pterodactylus were breakfasting on troglodytes and coffee bean bushes, coffee pot manufacturers designed spouts that invariably, faithfully, drippingly, commonly leak when coffee is poured. Today mine did not. I think I broke the world. The dilemma of Coffee Pot and newfangled Keurig reached new heights this week with a purchase of a second hand Keurig for $30 (score!). The

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CHOCOLATE CAKE! Okay, this means nothing but I got your attention... A lot better than telling you tired and busy reasons for being tired and busy like every other tired and busy person on the tired and busy planet also doing tired and busy things. Plus, chocolate cake...YUM, right? How often do we say, "I've been so busy."? Is this a valid excuse anymore? Who isn't busy? Do we throw that

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