These are not all of the good deals this week, just what I will get. I looked through the grocery sale ads and two places on the internet. This does not include any drugstores.
Aldi
strawberries $1.98
Kroger
grapes, all colors $0.98 lb.
Hopper's
Kraft cheese 8oz $1.69
Kraft Parmesan canister $2.69
Miracle Whip $2.99
Aldi
celery $0.69
carrots 2lb bag/$0.49 !!!!
Sav-a-Lot
delicious apples 5 lb. bag 2/$5
WDG
PET milk $0.88
bscb $1.99
Pig
3 lb yellow onions $1
grape tomatoes 1 pt/$1
There are quite a few sales that are good, just not ones I am getting. Today, after we ate at the Power Board Oktobertfest celebration, Exbf took me a few places as I was not up to driving. I got the carrots and tomatoes at WM, using price-match. I can get the rest up until Tuesday next week. I brought home two packs of carrots--4 lbs. They will be put in the crock pot when I feel better.
At the Power Board I met a man I recognized. When he told me his name, I was delighted to see him again. When he asked my name, I asked him if he remembered my son, using first and last name. He certainly did, and had absolutely no recollection of me! That was fine, but it certainly is funny to be introducing myself as "the mother of" after all these years. But, I certainly don't mind.
At Kmart I got exbf two 5-packs of Hanes boxers, regularly $16.99 for $9.99. He never shops or looks for ads, so this worked out for him to be the driver. For me, there was gel nail polished, reduced.
We ate, drank, and listened to music--the best band around here in a long time. It is going to be a good day/event when "Jambalaya" and "God Bless the USA" are the first two songs. The day was perfect, clear skies, sun, the slightest breeze and mild temperature, with low humidity. We arrived at 10 am and it was getting a little warm when we left about 11:30. Of course, sitting at a table under a huge tent was pleasant even though the temps went up. It is still summer here, so shorts and sandals and spaghetti straps still rule. Only one elderly man had on a jacket. But, he wears one all summer long.
Then, we went to a pharmacy where pink Hefty cups, the kind I like, 50 count packages were 2/$5. Usually these are $3.88 at WM. And, they never have pink anymore.
Plus, while nearby, I went in to pay a bill with cash. This place holds the check until the end of the month even though I always pay it early to avoid penalties. So, I pay in cash and it's on the way to everywhere.
I came home and slept for 3 hours before getting up to make us a salad for dinner. When he left, I slept another 4 hours. Fun, food, music, shopping for bargains and two naps works for me!
Your turn
Have there been any good deals in your stores? Do you still need to introduce yourself as the "mother of" your child?
Friday, October 7, 2016
In the Middle of the Night....Hulu Deal
It's 4 am and I am nowhere near sleep.
I have know all week that I was not getting over the uti. Some days, I could only lie here. Going out for food or even walking to feed Dominique was exhausting. Thursday, I had a regular appointment at my urologist. Yes, I do still have the uti. He prescribed medicine, but it will be Tuesday before the results of the culture are back.
Part of the problem is I have not eaten right since I only feel like eating what is there and easy. Now, I have to focus on more green vegetables! Carbs must go or at least be restricted. I know I am at fault here. ugh
Oktoberfest is under way. However, it is less accessible now. I could park and walk across the road. Now, they parking lot is full of festivities, so I must park at least another two blocks away. I cannot walk that. And, with this funk I cannot even pretend I would enjoy it.
My goal is to hit the huge yard sale that is my highlight of Oktoberfest every year. One year, for $1.25 I got enough sheers, expensive ones with an 8" or 10" hem. Five sets of sheers were taped together and priced. That was a thrill since I needed them for my bedroom.
Since this happens two blocks from my house, I can go early, very early--6 am. Then, I go home and take a nap and go back about 10 am, go home and lie down and return about 2 pm when everything is greatly reduced and then free.
The first year of the yard sale, I was taking a walk about 5 am. I saw lights at the Catholic Church and floodlights and people milling about. So, I went over and found the yard sale. Since I knew the woman in charge, she allowed me to shop and return to pay. They lent me a basket in which to carry items home. I walked back with a check.
You can find tires for your car, a bathroom sink, toys, baby furniture, some antiques, and this is all on the outside of the tent. Inside there are all the other small yard sale items. There is food cooked by the Catholics. On a higher playground area are games for kids plus all the swings and playground equipment.
Some people I only see at the yearly Oktoberfest yard sale. Some of these people I met at the very same yard sale. Maybe I won't go at 6 am. I will just wait until later.
There are things I want to buy. I just forgot what. My budget is limited, so purchases will be limited.
Hulu has a special price now--$5.99/month for the first year. I signed up for that. Now, the only purchase is a Roku plugin thing for $28, a one time charge/purchase. The newest and cheapest yet will not be for sale until Oct. 10. This is for new subscribers, so if you had the free Hulu, sign up under another person in the household.
I am down to two channels with the antenna. Last Saturday, there were two football game...just shoot me now! I can get the latest episodes the next day.
My melatonin is kicking and end, so I will wind this down. I am typing on my back and without my glasses, so there is no wonder what I have typed!
Your turn
Do you have an annual sale that you just would not miss? What kind of good buys have you found? Are you getting Hulu for $5.99?
I have know all week that I was not getting over the uti. Some days, I could only lie here. Going out for food or even walking to feed Dominique was exhausting. Thursday, I had a regular appointment at my urologist. Yes, I do still have the uti. He prescribed medicine, but it will be Tuesday before the results of the culture are back.
Part of the problem is I have not eaten right since I only feel like eating what is there and easy. Now, I have to focus on more green vegetables! Carbs must go or at least be restricted. I know I am at fault here. ugh
Oktoberfest is under way. However, it is less accessible now. I could park and walk across the road. Now, they parking lot is full of festivities, so I must park at least another two blocks away. I cannot walk that. And, with this funk I cannot even pretend I would enjoy it.
My goal is to hit the huge yard sale that is my highlight of Oktoberfest every year. One year, for $1.25 I got enough sheers, expensive ones with an 8" or 10" hem. Five sets of sheers were taped together and priced. That was a thrill since I needed them for my bedroom.
Since this happens two blocks from my house, I can go early, very early--6 am. Then, I go home and take a nap and go back about 10 am, go home and lie down and return about 2 pm when everything is greatly reduced and then free.
The first year of the yard sale, I was taking a walk about 5 am. I saw lights at the Catholic Church and floodlights and people milling about. So, I went over and found the yard sale. Since I knew the woman in charge, she allowed me to shop and return to pay. They lent me a basket in which to carry items home. I walked back with a check.
You can find tires for your car, a bathroom sink, toys, baby furniture, some antiques, and this is all on the outside of the tent. Inside there are all the other small yard sale items. There is food cooked by the Catholics. On a higher playground area are games for kids plus all the swings and playground equipment.
Some people I only see at the yearly Oktoberfest yard sale. Some of these people I met at the very same yard sale. Maybe I won't go at 6 am. I will just wait until later.
There are things I want to buy. I just forgot what. My budget is limited, so purchases will be limited.
Hulu has a special price now--$5.99/month for the first year. I signed up for that. Now, the only purchase is a Roku plugin thing for $28, a one time charge/purchase. The newest and cheapest yet will not be for sale until Oct. 10. This is for new subscribers, so if you had the free Hulu, sign up under another person in the household.
I am down to two channels with the antenna. Last Saturday, there were two football game...just shoot me now! I can get the latest episodes the next day.
My melatonin is kicking and end, so I will wind this down. I am typing on my back and without my glasses, so there is no wonder what I have typed!
Your turn
Do you have an annual sale that you just would not miss? What kind of good buys have you found? Are you getting Hulu for $5.99?
Wednesday, October 5, 2016
Driving Through a Flood
First, let me give you a little background. I was born in September 1946. My brother G was born in November 1947. My sister S was born in December 1949.
Three weeks after she was born, she was having trouble breathing. My mother decided we should get her to the hospital quickly. However, she soon wanted to turn back.
We lived in the country north of Frayser, Tennessee, just north of Memphis. The route to town Memphis started on a road with huge rocks the size of golf balls or larger. It had been raining, so going was rough.
At one point we had to cross a river with an old bridge. I remember seeing nothing but water as I sneaked a peak out of the car side window. Remember, I was short and this was an old car. Plus, I was cautioned to stay seated and still. The water just went on forever on both sides of the car and in front of the car with no bridge in sight even though we were on the old wooden bridge. Yes, I sneaked a peek over the front seat and got in trouble for getting up.
The bridge was the kind with boards going across it from side to side, just sort of a scaffolding. The part the car actually drove on was a series of boards running the length of the bridge but not covering the scaffolding part completely. There were two lengths about two feet wide each that the car tires had to drive on. So, this was a treacherous drive since the driving surface was invisible under the water. It was only a one-lane bridge. And, the six inch high sides of the bridge were under water, also. It was like we were riding on water.
I remember my mother's voice, barely audible, tiny, tremulous/quivering and frightened, begging my father to turn back. He assured her he could just follow the fence posts barely visible in the fields beyond the bridge. Her voice frightened me and her words even more--"Oh First Name, please turn around. I am so scared. Please!"
Daddy was hunched over the steering wheel, gripping it, searching the water's surface for the bridge as he furtively looked for fence posts ahead and to the side to guide him. His skill kept us on the tracks of the bridge. I suppose the weight height of the ancient car kept us from being swept away.
This all terrified me. While I did not cry or say a word, I felt numb. She said we might drown, something I had already figured out even though I had no idea what would happen. At three I knew not to get under water because I could not breathe. Neither of my parents could swim. But, what could they have done to help a three-year-old, a two-year-old and a three-week-old infant in a fast moving flood even if they could swim? Nothing.
That is all I remember of that time or at least the most scary part. We got through somehow. It was incredible luck that we were not pushed off the bridge by the moving flood.
We went to the hospital with my sister and she spent the several nights there. My brother and I spent the night at aunt J's house. I think my father stayed there, too. Not sure. That visit was frightening to me since I barely knew her or her family. My sister was sent home a few days later. I was so relieved to see my mother! So, we all survived. I am the only person in the car that day that was old enough to remember and is still alive. My parents would have remembered. My brother did not remembered but has since died.
S was diagnosed with pneumonia. From what I understand, newborns with pneumonia do not survive. Mama had no idea that she would be diagnosed with pneumonia. She just knew she needed the emergency room. I do remember how sick my sister seemed, not able to breathe well.
I am often struck by the fact that a whole family would have been wiped out that day early in 1950. We might have never been. And, certainly not the two children born later. It is a sobering thought.
I was hesitant to publish this while the floods were ravaging the country, but it appears that flooding will be around once again.
(Just a reminder: This is my property so I do not want anyone copying or using it an any way. You know who you are!)
Three weeks after she was born, she was having trouble breathing. My mother decided we should get her to the hospital quickly. However, she soon wanted to turn back.
We lived in the country north of Frayser, Tennessee, just north of Memphis. The route to town Memphis started on a road with huge rocks the size of golf balls or larger. It had been raining, so going was rough.
At one point we had to cross a river with an old bridge. I remember seeing nothing but water as I sneaked a peak out of the car side window. Remember, I was short and this was an old car. Plus, I was cautioned to stay seated and still. The water just went on forever on both sides of the car and in front of the car with no bridge in sight even though we were on the old wooden bridge. Yes, I sneaked a peek over the front seat and got in trouble for getting up.
The bridge was the kind with boards going across it from side to side, just sort of a scaffolding. The part the car actually drove on was a series of boards running the length of the bridge but not covering the scaffolding part completely. There were two lengths about two feet wide each that the car tires had to drive on. So, this was a treacherous drive since the driving surface was invisible under the water. It was only a one-lane bridge. And, the six inch high sides of the bridge were under water, also. It was like we were riding on water.
I remember my mother's voice, barely audible, tiny, tremulous/quivering and frightened, begging my father to turn back. He assured her he could just follow the fence posts barely visible in the fields beyond the bridge. Her voice frightened me and her words even more--"Oh First Name, please turn around. I am so scared. Please!"
Daddy was hunched over the steering wheel, gripping it, searching the water's surface for the bridge as he furtively looked for fence posts ahead and to the side to guide him. His skill kept us on the tracks of the bridge. I suppose the weight height of the ancient car kept us from being swept away.
This all terrified me. While I did not cry or say a word, I felt numb. She said we might drown, something I had already figured out even though I had no idea what would happen. At three I knew not to get under water because I could not breathe. Neither of my parents could swim. But, what could they have done to help a three-year-old, a two-year-old and a three-week-old infant in a fast moving flood even if they could swim? Nothing.
That is all I remember of that time or at least the most scary part. We got through somehow. It was incredible luck that we were not pushed off the bridge by the moving flood.
We went to the hospital with my sister and she spent the several nights there. My brother and I spent the night at aunt J's house. I think my father stayed there, too. Not sure. That visit was frightening to me since I barely knew her or her family. My sister was sent home a few days later. I was so relieved to see my mother! So, we all survived. I am the only person in the car that day that was old enough to remember and is still alive. My parents would have remembered. My brother did not remembered but has since died.
S was diagnosed with pneumonia. From what I understand, newborns with pneumonia do not survive. Mama had no idea that she would be diagnosed with pneumonia. She just knew she needed the emergency room. I do remember how sick my sister seemed, not able to breathe well.
I am often struck by the fact that a whole family would have been wiped out that day early in 1950. We might have never been. And, certainly not the two children born later. It is a sobering thought.
I was hesitant to publish this while the floods were ravaging the country, but it appears that flooding will be around once again.
(Just a reminder: This is my property so I do not want anyone copying or using it an any way. You know who you are!)
Tuesday, October 4, 2016
Daughter-in-Law
Well, I missed her birthday, I think. Maybe not. My eye hurts too bad to figure it out.
She is a tall, sweet, slim blonde. She met my son when she was 27 and he was 37. Of course, neither had been married. They are both English teachers--middle school for her and high school for him.
She plays the piano! and is very smart. I think she made a 32 on the ACT, maybe higher.
She and my son immediately had children. He owned a home that was fully furnished, both worked and had since their graduations, and there were certainly none of the usual reasons to wait to start a family. She stayed home with the children until the youngest was in kindergarten and went back to her teaching job. Her wanting to and being able to stay home when the children were young made me happy for all of them.
Their children are precious. The boy (11) has dark hair like my son and looks like him. The girl (9) is blond like her mother and the spitting image of her. Daughter-in-law and my son made beautiful children.
I cannot think of one thing about her I do not like. She seems like a nice person, good wife, and perfect mother.
I always told my children, boy and girls, not toget married until they had a college degree and had a job, to do a few things. I impressed on them I was not so eager to have grandchildren that they needed to have grandchildren for me! He really took that to heart and did well with his choice of a wife.
So, Happy Birthday whether I am late or early.
Your turn
Are you pleased as punch with person your child married?
She is a tall, sweet, slim blonde. She met my son when she was 27 and he was 37. Of course, neither had been married. They are both English teachers--middle school for her and high school for him.
She plays the piano! and is very smart. I think she made a 32 on the ACT, maybe higher.
She and my son immediately had children. He owned a home that was fully furnished, both worked and had since their graduations, and there were certainly none of the usual reasons to wait to start a family. She stayed home with the children until the youngest was in kindergarten and went back to her teaching job. Her wanting to and being able to stay home when the children were young made me happy for all of them.
Their children are precious. The boy (11) has dark hair like my son and looks like him. The girl (9) is blond like her mother and the spitting image of her. Daughter-in-law and my son made beautiful children.
I cannot think of one thing about her I do not like. She seems like a nice person, good wife, and perfect mother.
I always told my children, boy and girls, not toget married until they had a college degree and had a job, to do a few things. I impressed on them I was not so eager to have grandchildren that they needed to have grandchildren for me! He really took that to heart and did well with his choice of a wife.
So, Happy Birthday whether I am late or early.
Your turn
Are you pleased as punch with person your child married?
Success!
You have seen this picture before. It is my very long (6') fruit picker with three pears in it. The reason I count this as a success is because I finally posted a picture after so many months, albeit a picture that is probably four years old.
I didn't even mean to post this picture and was just fiddling around with Paint when this happened. There is hope for me yet.
Paint is a free program for editing photos. Now, I don't need a new camera with an editing program like I had with my Kodak. Win Win.
I need to look for a tutorial. Otherwise, I will just be posting random pictures. I had a picture of a priest or brother or something, wearing his robe with an apron over it with--Eat Monks Bread. Yes, he had loaves of bread with him.
Your turn
Do you use Paint? Post random photos out of ignorance?
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Shindig
Sunday, a church held a Shindig, an event to benefit their food bank. The last time I went it was a luau. The food was delicious and fruit abundant.
This time, everyone dressed in cowboy/western/farm attire as best they could. Well, some only had little high-topped shoes that looked like boots. Some guys had on jeans and a checked shirt. It was not mandatory to dress for a shindig. I was not informed to dress for this. The only thing I would have had would be a bandana. Or, I could have worn a blouse that had a gathered neck, sort of in the style of all the buxom beauties in cowboy movies. Only, I would just be an old lady in a loose peasant blouse minus the buxom part.
First, there was a silent auction. I won a beautiful frame with very nice flowers for only $2. There are other things I wanted.
Second, I went to a room with lots of food/restaurant/movie prizes. These had a little bag into which to put your tickets purchased for $0.50. They drew winners from each little bag. I won a few items from tables where prizes had a cup for the ticket. I won a tin, stickers, planter, and something else.
Dinner was $6--hamburger with lots of lettuce and tomatoes, great potato salad, baked beans I brought home to Dominique, a wonderful brownie, and two Cokes.
We then went to the sanctuary for entertainment and music while all the prizes were gathered and tallies made.
This was the most fun I have had in church for a long time. I thought we were going to be treated to a sermon and church music. NO!
Their 50" screens on each side of the front of the church started off with Bonanza opening, then other
Western series had their opening scenes. This went on for about ten minutes. At the end Happy Trails scenes and song played.
There were different races up and down the two side aisles, pitting girls against boys and men against women. This went on forever but was amusing. At the end of the races, balloon between knees, sack races and such, a group gathered on the "stage" for several minutes of the Chicken Dance.
A teen would-be comedian told terrible jokes and asked questions for which there were funny answers. Two little girls up front had funnier lines than he did which an adult pointed out.
One contest was strange. Tiny bags of jelly beans were handed out to three boys and three girls on the stage. They were told some of the jelly beans tasted horrible. Whoever lasted the longest without spitting them out or even making a face, won. One of the kids, Bear, was one of the winners. As he reached me and was hurrying down the aisle, he was gagging and spitting. He held on long enough to win, chewing with a smile.
I asked one girl what the jelly bean tasted like. "Barf!" Later, a kid who had given me Laffy Taffy had more candy. When I asked for the other candy and asked if it was the one that might tasted bad. I thought he said it was all tasty. The second jelly bean tasted like vomit! I had to have more Laffy Taffy to counteract it after I spit it out. This was some sort of Jelly Belly item. I bought home four to give to exbf. Yes, everyone ate candy in the sanctuary.
They made money for their food bank and everyone had fun. It was different and cost little. Everything went to a good cause. Happy Trails to You!
Your turn
Have you ever been to a church event to make money that actually took place all over the church, albeit controlled? Who has seen the pulpit moved and the stage taken over by the Chicken Dance? Anything like it?
This time, everyone dressed in cowboy/western/farm attire as best they could. Well, some only had little high-topped shoes that looked like boots. Some guys had on jeans and a checked shirt. It was not mandatory to dress for a shindig. I was not informed to dress for this. The only thing I would have had would be a bandana. Or, I could have worn a blouse that had a gathered neck, sort of in the style of all the buxom beauties in cowboy movies. Only, I would just be an old lady in a loose peasant blouse minus the buxom part.
First, there was a silent auction. I won a beautiful frame with very nice flowers for only $2. There are other things I wanted.
Second, I went to a room with lots of food/restaurant/movie prizes. These had a little bag into which to put your tickets purchased for $0.50. They drew winners from each little bag. I won a few items from tables where prizes had a cup for the ticket. I won a tin, stickers, planter, and something else.
Dinner was $6--hamburger with lots of lettuce and tomatoes, great potato salad, baked beans I brought home to Dominique, a wonderful brownie, and two Cokes.
We then went to the sanctuary for entertainment and music while all the prizes were gathered and tallies made.
This was the most fun I have had in church for a long time. I thought we were going to be treated to a sermon and church music. NO!
Their 50" screens on each side of the front of the church started off with Bonanza opening, then other
Western series had their opening scenes. This went on for about ten minutes. At the end Happy Trails scenes and song played.
There were different races up and down the two side aisles, pitting girls against boys and men against women. This went on forever but was amusing. At the end of the races, balloon between knees, sack races and such, a group gathered on the "stage" for several minutes of the Chicken Dance.
A teen would-be comedian told terrible jokes and asked questions for which there were funny answers. Two little girls up front had funnier lines than he did which an adult pointed out.
One contest was strange. Tiny bags of jelly beans were handed out to three boys and three girls on the stage. They were told some of the jelly beans tasted horrible. Whoever lasted the longest without spitting them out or even making a face, won. One of the kids, Bear, was one of the winners. As he reached me and was hurrying down the aisle, he was gagging and spitting. He held on long enough to win, chewing with a smile.
I asked one girl what the jelly bean tasted like. "Barf!" Later, a kid who had given me Laffy Taffy had more candy. When I asked for the other candy and asked if it was the one that might tasted bad. I thought he said it was all tasty. The second jelly bean tasted like vomit! I had to have more Laffy Taffy to counteract it after I spit it out. This was some sort of Jelly Belly item. I bought home four to give to exbf. Yes, everyone ate candy in the sanctuary.
They made money for their food bank and everyone had fun. It was different and cost little. Everything went to a good cause. Happy Trails to You!
Your turn
Have you ever been to a church event to make money that actually took place all over the church, albeit controlled? Who has seen the pulpit moved and the stage taken over by the Chicken Dance? Anything like it?
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Pumpkin Caution
Today, I watched the grandchild, a teen, of a farmer manhandling his pumpkins. She grabbed them by the stem, sort of wrenched them sideways and plopped them back down. She was looking for attention and certainly got my attention.
Several children in a family elsewhere were grabbing pumpkins by the stem in an effort to find perfect pumpkins. When a stem came off, they just threw it down and grabbed another.
STEMS ARE NOT HANDLES!
When the stem is broken off the pumpkin, the pumpkin rots faster. So, the obvious is--don't buy a pumpkin without a stem in hopes it will last very long.
Rant over!
Your turn
Do you handle pumpkins by the stem before you purchase it? Allow your children to do so? Did you know that a pumpkin rots faster once the stem is removed?
Several children in a family elsewhere were grabbing pumpkins by the stem in an effort to find perfect pumpkins. When a stem came off, they just threw it down and grabbed another.
STEMS ARE NOT HANDLES!
When the stem is broken off the pumpkin, the pumpkin rots faster. So, the obvious is--don't buy a pumpkin without a stem in hopes it will last very long.
Rant over!
Your turn
Do you handle pumpkins by the stem before you purchase it? Allow your children to do so? Did you know that a pumpkin rots faster once the stem is removed?
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