I honestly don't know why it tickles me so much, but this is just one of those things that I have to share. My apologies.
I have written previously about how folks don't like to give out more than four digits when providing their phone number and how odd our little radio station is at times. This morning it seemed like every little quirky oddity (as opposed to a normal oddity) was rolled all up into one.
A man called in this morning to the radio station. "I've got a Ford tractor and two llamas for sale. 4992." (Seriously. I didn't make any of that up.)
And my absolute favorite was the caller who had the rattlesnake/skunk incident several months back. "Yup, Skunk-man here....."
I don't even remember what Skunk-man was calling about. I was tuned out, giggling uncontrollably and trying to stay on the road. Happy Friday, folks.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Spelling games
Have you ever noticed that when long lost buddies get together they revert back to "that age?" You know, the age of their good 'ol glory days. You think that it's just my husband that has this odd affliction? I beg to differ.
Friends of ours came to visit a few weekends ago and I spent the rest of the evening babysitting and catering to what felt like three 16 year old boys. Well, 16 year old boys that happen to be drinking whiskey.
They played for HOURS in the shop with a basketball, shooting hoops from ridiculous angles and giggling like..... well, a bunch of 16 year old boys. They played H-O-R-S-E, P-I-G, and I think someone mentioned playing a really long spelling game like E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T but I don't think anyone really had the attention span for such a long word by that time of the evening.
Contrary to what one might believe, I love nights like these.
Friends of ours came to visit a few weekends ago and I spent the rest of the evening babysitting and catering to what felt like three 16 year old boys. Well, 16 year old boys that happen to be drinking whiskey.
They played for HOURS in the shop with a basketball, shooting hoops from ridiculous angles and giggling like..... well, a bunch of 16 year old boys. They played H-O-R-S-E, P-I-G, and I think someone mentioned playing a really long spelling game like E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T but I don't think anyone really had the attention span for such a long word by that time of the evening.
Contrary to what one might believe, I love nights like these.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Touche
Every once in a while Wesley has a very valid point and knocks me down a rung or two on my ladder. It is very well known that my frugal nature makes me have a tendency to hoard others' discarded items and redo them. Painting, refinishing, new hardware - I love to do it all.
Thanksgiving weekend was especially fruitful for me as I got an "heirloom" rocking chair from an aunt and a cabinet that will soon become our bedside table. I say "heirloom" because we may or may not have told that to Wesley to increase my chances of getting to take it home. Whoopsidaisies. And no, he never reads what I write on here, thank goodness.
As I pulled in to the shop on Sunday morning with my lovely new-to-me cabinet, Wesley was strangely silent. I did my best to defend myself.
"Honey, just think how much money we save when I redo all this furniture myself."
His reply?
"I'm just worried about the day that we're going to have to build a $100,000 house to store your $10 finds in."
Damn. I hate it when he's right.
Thanksgiving weekend was especially fruitful for me as I got an "heirloom" rocking chair from an aunt and a cabinet that will soon become our bedside table. I say "heirloom" because we may or may not have told that to Wesley to increase my chances of getting to take it home. Whoopsidaisies. And no, he never reads what I write on here, thank goodness.
As I pulled in to the shop on Sunday morning with my lovely new-to-me cabinet, Wesley was strangely silent. I did my best to defend myself.
"Honey, just think how much money we save when I redo all this furniture myself."
His reply?
"I'm just worried about the day that we're going to have to build a $100,000 house to store your $10 finds in."
Damn. I hate it when he's right.
Monday, November 19, 2012
Queen of Frugal, Meet Captain Obvious - King of Common Sense
I did something brilliant. Absolutely genius. Stunning. Magnificent. I combined my love of photography and frugalness (frugality, frugaling) into one lovely gift for my husband.
Our bedroom has needed decorating ever since we moved in. Not that Wesley was complaining, mind you, but I thought that a nice photo from our place would be a welcome addition.
For weeks I scanned the internet ads and Sunday paper coupons, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Lo and behold, one day I finally found it - Free 8x10 enlargements for a limited time only! I pounced upon the opportunity and sent my photo off to become even huger wonderfulness, beyond the basic 4x6 greatness that it already was! (Yes, the English language is too much for me to master today.)
It took another month after getting the picture back that I finally made it to a big town with a Hobby Lobby. I hit them up with a 50% frame sale, used a 40% coupon on the mat and patiently waited another month for my picture to finally be complete.
I brought the photo home and showed it to Wesley, so excited that I could barely hold it steady for him to admire.
"Hmph. Well this is just depressing. Look how high the water level in the pond used to be. This sucks."
The wind rushed out of my sails and my ego popped, all in one foul swoop. I know that he didn't mean to be unkind, its just that he can't shut off the part of his brain that is constantly at work and turn on the one that allows him to simply admire things at face value..... kind of like how I can't shut off the part of my brain that wonders if I can find a better deal for something by using double reward points with store X or double coupons at store Y.
We are cursed.
Our bedroom has needed decorating ever since we moved in. Not that Wesley was complaining, mind you, but I thought that a nice photo from our place would be a welcome addition.
For weeks I scanned the internet ads and Sunday paper coupons, waiting for the perfect opportunity. Lo and behold, one day I finally found it - Free 8x10 enlargements for a limited time only! I pounced upon the opportunity and sent my photo off to become even huger wonderfulness, beyond the basic 4x6 greatness that it already was! (Yes, the English language is too much for me to master today.)
It took another month after getting the picture back that I finally made it to a big town with a Hobby Lobby. I hit them up with a 50% frame sale, used a 40% coupon on the mat and patiently waited another month for my picture to finally be complete.
I brought the photo home and showed it to Wesley, so excited that I could barely hold it steady for him to admire.
"Hmph. Well this is just depressing. Look how high the water level in the pond used to be. This sucks."
The wind rushed out of my sails and my ego popped, all in one foul swoop. I know that he didn't mean to be unkind, its just that he can't shut off the part of his brain that is constantly at work and turn on the one that allows him to simply admire things at face value..... kind of like how I can't shut off the part of my brain that wonders if I can find a better deal for something by using double reward points with store X or double coupons at store Y.
We are cursed.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Only in Greenwood County
As I pulled out the drive on Sunday afternoon I saw a snowflake hit my windshield and I thought "Only in Greenwood County would anyone be golfing on a day like today."
As I pulled into the golf course parking lot and saw the overflow of vehicles I shook my head.
As I watched my husband and his friends play bumper cars with the golf carts I covered my face.
As I watched the awards being handed out in the clubhouse later that afternoon I noticed that all the winning teams donated their prize money back to the cause we were there to support and I was touched.
Later that night, as the crowd made their way into the community building, there was a bountiful buffet provided for all the hungry souls. Free of charge. I was starving and I was moved.
There was a raffle for several items that night and time after time people would win really nice prizes, only to donate them back and ask that they be auctioned off to raise more money. I was teary-eyed.
There were also a ton of designated auction items and the same thing happened with them time and again, auctioning and re-auctioning them. I was floored.
The family that we were there to raise money for stood up to speak and I, along with everyone in that room, was an absolute wreck.
Only in Greenwood County.
As I pulled into the golf course parking lot and saw the overflow of vehicles I shook my head.
As I watched my husband and his friends play bumper cars with the golf carts I covered my face.
As I watched the awards being handed out in the clubhouse later that afternoon I noticed that all the winning teams donated their prize money back to the cause we were there to support and I was touched.
Later that night, as the crowd made their way into the community building, there was a bountiful buffet provided for all the hungry souls. Free of charge. I was starving and I was moved.
There was a raffle for several items that night and time after time people would win really nice prizes, only to donate them back and ask that they be auctioned off to raise more money. I was teary-eyed.
There were also a ton of designated auction items and the same thing happened with them time and again, auctioning and re-auctioning them. I was floored.
The family that we were there to raise money for stood up to speak and I, along with everyone in that room, was an absolute wreck.
Only in Greenwood County.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Example of Fuddy-duddyness #861
I don't think that this one can be topped.
Wesley is on the board for our county Cattlemen's Association. As his wife, I am entitled to these eventful experiences and am asked to aide him in many of his exciting endeavors. This weekend, I had the PRIVILEGE and HONOR of accompanying him to the annual banquet and was allowed to spend the evening with him until the evening festivities ended.
"What ended the fun and games of this eventful night fueled by the live band and flowing booze?" you might ask yourself.
Good question.
Me.
That's right. I had reached my limit of drunk 40+ year old cougars grinding (sorry Grandma) on one another and so I instigated the turning on of lights and ending of fun for the night. I was the kill-joy. I was the buzz-kill. I was every mean, nerdy, fanny-pack wearing, fun-hating chaperone you have ever encountered.
In short, a 26 year old girl not only asked a band to turn down their music (twice!) but also finally shut them down and asked their 40+ year old groupies to disperse so that the fuddy-duddy and her husband could go to bed before 2 am.
Yep, that really happened. Pray for us.
Wesley is on the board for our county Cattlemen's Association. As his wife, I am entitled to these eventful experiences and am asked to aide him in many of his exciting endeavors. This weekend, I had the PRIVILEGE and HONOR of accompanying him to the annual banquet and was allowed to spend the evening with him until the evening festivities ended.
"What ended the fun and games of this eventful night fueled by the live band and flowing booze?" you might ask yourself.
Good question.
Me.
That's right. I had reached my limit of drunk 40+ year old cougars grinding (sorry Grandma) on one another and so I instigated the turning on of lights and ending of fun for the night. I was the kill-joy. I was the buzz-kill. I was every mean, nerdy, fanny-pack wearing, fun-hating chaperone you have ever encountered.
In short, a 26 year old girl not only asked a band to turn down their music (twice!) but also finally shut them down and asked their 40+ year old groupies to disperse so that the fuddy-duddy and her husband could go to bed before 2 am.
Yep, that really happened. Pray for us.
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