My Rating

Filed under: A Quiz, Gardening, Humor — by stephanieinar on June 30, 2007 @ 12:19 am

Browsing through my fellow bloggers I came across Martinzoo , her blog rating, and the post that earned her rating.  Too funny.

So being the curious person that I am I decided to see how my site would rank.  I’m so tame it should be ‘G’ easy.  Guess what…NOT!!

Online Dating

 

WHAT?? 

Here’s what did me in:  death (3x), d*ck (2x) and hurt (1x).

So the death is from the Metallica lyrics.  OK  got that.  Metallica is a PG rating–got that too.

Hurt.  We live in a less than perfect world so if you stub a toe and it is feeling less than perfect using the accurate word ’hurt’ is dangerous to those without parental guidance?  OK–ever hear of booboos.  Young kids know all about hurts.

But that middle term.  When have I ever referred to male anatomy?  Then Martinzoo help me out.  She did a control+F search and found those two:  Dick Raymond and Dick Moore.  Remember those famous garden gurus?  Guess they are a bit too racy for the unsupervised crowd.

So there you have it–parental supervision needed when in my vicinity.  And the PC beat goes on…. 

Living without running water

Filed under: DYI/Homesteading — by stephanieinar on June 29, 2007 @ 10:58 am

Living Without Running Water

My grandma didn’t have running water in her Missouri home.  She had a hand pump and a cistern but no well.  The cistern was filled once or twice a year by a big water tanker about the size of a propane truck.  Lack of running water was not a great hardship perhaps just an inconvenience.   It is all in the ‘know-how’.  I lived with her when I was young and this is how we did things.

There is a short list basic equipment.  Grandma had 3 – 5 metal buckets that were for household water use only.  I’m not sure of the exact size, but during a recent trip to Walmart I saw some that where labeled as 10 quart which is 2 1/2 gallons.  These seem to be about the same size, but they were more squatty–a bit shorter and fatter than those old buckets.  Three were in everyday use with the other two called into service when lots of hot water was needed. A large tea kettle kept on the stove.  She had two plastic dish pans just like the ones sold at Walmart or the Dollar Store today.  These were for–washing dishes.  She had two metal wash bowls/basins:  one smaller and one larger.  The larger was about the size of a very, very large mixing bowl and was used for summer bathing.  The smaller was used for handwashing and washing up in general.  The dishes were never washed in the basins and your body was never washed in a dish pan.  Hygiene is my guess.  The last thing Grandma had was a large tin bathtub.  

Where were these stored?  One bucket was always on the counter full of fresh cold water.  The teakettle was kept on the stove.  The buckets were kept in the pantry unless in use.  The dishpans under the sink (though no one was fond of washing dishes so one was usually in the sink to ’soak’ dishes). The dish pans were kept nestled on a nail by the backdoor.  The tub was kept on a nail on the backporch. 

Yes Grandma had a regular kitchen sink.  It drained outside into the edge of the yard.  It was moved kind of regularly and helped keep things close to the house green.  Fire prevention when living in the woods in a drought.

Daily routine.  The cold water bucket was kept on the counter in an accessible, but not in the cook’s way place.  There was a metal dipper to drink from.  There weren’t a half-a-dozen little cups waiting to be washed this way.  Today, I’d have to think about it–esp. if I had a child who left floats kwim.  If any water had to be heated it was to be taken from this bucket first.  This meant that we had cold water to drink and room temperature water to heat up.  Saved on propane and heating time.  For small amounts of hot water the tea kettle was used–it heated faster than a bucket and is easier to carry.  Grandma finally had to use whistling tea kettles once it was just her and grandpa as she would forget they no longer needed hot water by the bucket.  If larger amounts of hot water were needed then the buckets came out–as many as needed.  This routine is important if you don’t want to be drinking luke warm water or waiting forever for water to heat.

So to wash dishes.  Right as supper is put on the table fill up your bucket from the cold one (or trade out) and a tea kettle.  Start the bucket heating, but not the kettle.  Eat and by the time supper is cleared the water should be hot.  Fill up both dish pans adding cold water to the washing water as needed but keep the rinse water scalding hot.  Turn on the kettle (if you have a lot of dishes) and start washing.  As the wash water gets cold or dirty pour it out (drain if have or fling off back porch).  Pour cooled rinse water into washing side and refill rinse side with hot water.  Keep doing until finished.  After everything is washed and put away dump both pans of water and rinse both with hot water from bucket or tea kettle.  Dry and put away pans. 

Now this may sound like grandma was a clean freak but I can assure you she had a laid-back house keeping style.  I’m guessing that the attention to not mixing wash & rinse pans and to rinsing out those pans was to prevent sickness.  In the early 70’s in rural Missouri medical help was a long way away–both is distance and time.  It really doesn’t take but a few minutes to be careful once you get the hang of things and into the routine.

What about personal hygiene?  Summer was the easiest and best.  Grandma lived waaay out in the woods with neighbors that were miles away so privacy was not an issue.  There was a family rule that everyone had to stay in the front room during bath times–or at least the front bedrooms.  Children worried about siblings peeking back then too. 

Take two of your buckets and start water heating before bath time–usually while washing dishes.  One bucket of hot per person.  On the backporch there was a small table.  On the table we would have two buckets of water–one hot, one cold, and an empty one in the middle for mixing.  These are in a row toward the back of the table.  Take the large wash basin and put it in the middle of the front.  Mix some water until it is to your liking.  Bend over so your hair is in the basin and using a dipper pour water on your head–it doesn’t take much even for long hair.  Two at the most.  If you need more wet bend over and put your head into the basin.  Shampoo–stand up it is easier on the back–when its time to rinse bend over and rinse as much shampoo as possible out using the basin water.  Then use the dipper to dip from the bucket to finish.  Keep the water in the basin as much as possible.  Finished?  Use the soapy water as a ‘first’ wash.  Use a washcloth and just slop that soapy water all over. Do this until the soapy water is gone.   Mix some more warm water and put a small amount in the basin.  Use this to wash and rinse your face.  Once done get the washcloth sloppy and soapy.  Wash like you would normally, just keep rewetting & soaping the cloth as needed.  When finished pour the water in the basin on yourself–it will be soapy and that is ok.  Now all the water left in the buckets is to rinse off.  By the dipperful do just that.  If you use conditioner then put it on your hair before washing and use the rinsing time to rinse it out.  This bathing really can be done with one bucket of hot water, but at first it might take more.  Train yourself not to go overboard.  Dry off and get dressed–usually for bed.  The refill your buckets.  Put the cold on the table for the next person, and your hot into the stove to heat up.  The next person will use the already hot water, but the third person will use yours.

Wintertime bathing was a different story.  It is near impossible to heat enough water for a good deep bath and while grandma had a real kitchen sink there was no bathroom.  So baths were in the tin bathtub in about two inches of water. Our tub was shaped like a regular bathtub just slightly smaller.  If there had been a regular bathroom with at least a tub we could have done a porch bath in the tub.  Needless to say a full bath was about twice a week with good washing up in-between.  

What about laundry?  Well grandma had electricity and a wringer washer.  It was time consuming, but not too bad.  I have had to handwash clothes when the washer has broken down and it can be a bear.  A washboard is hard on the hands.  Wringing by hand gives blisters in the webbing between the thumb and first finger.  It also makes your wrists so tired that your grip is very weak by the time everything is finished.  Forget washing blue jeans by hand.  If you have to I have two suggestions.  Either get a mop bucket like the janitors use with a press to press the water out or buy one of those nonelectric washers similar to what is sold at Lehman’s.  It may wash only a small amount, but it will save your hands.  Oh and we tried to let the kids play on the clothes in the tub–they get tired too soon.  Playing in the tub forever is only fun when it is the kids idea, not when mom says to.

Hot water for other cleaning–tea kettle or bucket.  If you will need it off and on all day keep a bucket on the stove on low heat.  As you fill *whatever* top the bucket off with the room temperature water.  This works better in the winter when the humidity is appreciated than summer when it is not.

Bathroom stuff.  Well Grandma had a two-seater outhouse.  A family outhouse is not like the ones you see at campgrounds and parks. They are no where near the nastiness of a port-a-potty either.   See those places have dozens of people using them and perhaps a once a day cleaning–if that.  They are nasty, smelly, and gross.  While I won’t say that a taken care of family one is a perfume factory it isn’t in the same league as those others.  It would take at least a month of family use to equal the traffic in one day at those places. 

There are books out there to tell how to build, but grandma’s was basic.  The biggest thing is to keep it at least 100 feet from your water source, and downhill if you live in the hills.  Keep it down wind of the house in summer if you can.  Keep screens on, keep it swept, and keep up with the ‘plumbing’.  Once or twice a week (or more) take a big stick and level things off then sprinkle some lime/soil/sawdust down the hole.  This will help with odor–only on extremely hot days was it bad, but then why linger?  Grandma had a box of comic out there for longer visits.  Original Archies, Tales from the crypt, Superman, and all today’s collectibles.  Two-holers make it easy for children to keep each other company or to potty train small children.  Grandma’s had regular toilet seats to sit on so she didn’t do the big hole/small hole or adult/child size. Regular old TP.  Did you know that the moon and sun where early ladies and gents signs?  The moon=ladies and sun=gents.  Though by the later 19th century the meanings had been mostly forgotten.  

Night time was different–with the dark and critters inside was better.  Grandma had chamber pots for night time in the house or a potty chair for the very young.  We small children were not supposed to use them in the day, but we often did as they were closer.  These were/are usually white enamel pots with a thin band of red or blue around the top edge.  They come with a lid that also has the color band on the edges.  I have seen these used for planters or tried to be sold as cooking pots.  *Gag*  once a chamber pot always a chamber pot.  Grandma put a splash of pine-sol in the bottom to help cut odors during the night.   In the morning an aunt or uncle (teenaged then) would empty, rinse out (outside always) and place more pine-sol in.  Now, if it became necessary, I would keep a potty chair for small children and get an adult potty chair for older ones.  These adult chairs can be found at medical supply stores.  All in all a trip to the outhouse is nicer than dumping either one.   

The thing is its all about the routine.  A night fill the drinking bucket so bedtime drinks are cold.  In the morning that luke warm water is heated for hot drinks, washing dishes, or cleaning up.  Fresh is in the drinking bucket.  After breakfast, morning *chores* are started–pots are emptied and put away, cleaning, and whatever.  (Grandma was down to only chickens and some dogs by this time).  Live your day and at supper time start water for days dishes (usually her pattern).  While washing heat water for porch baths, bath, relax until bedtime.  Start again. 

By remembering to always take water for heating from the drinking bucket there is always cold water.  Thinking ahead means hot water is available.  It seems that the *thinking ahead* is the key.  We are so used to turning a tap and getting what we want *right  now* that planning ahead is a lost art.

Oh yes, Grandma had a fridge but in those days a trip to town was a once a week thing so her fridge space didn’t have room for a pitcher of water.  Why should it when to water from the well was cold?  Today we drive that trip easily everyday–or did until gas got high.

“One”, Metallica, and Real Life

Filed under: Ponderings — by stephanieinar on June 24, 2007 @ 10:19 pm

*Don’t let the band name scare you off.  The video is part band in black & white, fully dressed in a warehouse no scantily clad girls in sight.  The rest is clips from a 1950’s movie titled “Johnny got his Guns”.  The music style is similiar to late 70s rock or modern Christian bands.

Quote “For freedom any man would give his only begotten son.”  Thoughtful enough?

The most profoundly haunting video I have ever seen is “One” by Metallica.  View it and come back.

Then on MSN is this story.  Not exactly the same but close.

Whether you agree with this war or not the question remains:  what do we owe our soldiers injured in the line of duty? When duty is voluntary, how much is enough from both the soldier and the government?  Is there a limit?  For the most severely injured are we doing enough?  Is this soldier’s care enough?  How much should a family have to pay to keep a soldier-child alive?

“In December 2003, he went home, to Manassas Park, Va., where his parents, Joseph Sr. and Eva, quit their jobs to care for him.

“All our savings, all our money, was just emptied … the 401(k)s, everything,” said Joseph Briseno, who took a new job a year and a half ago to make ends meet.”

“If you asked me this from the very beginning, if we can handle it, I wouldn’t lie to you. I would say no, that there is no way. There’s no way that we’re going to learn all these things. But my wife and I, we learned everything. We are the respiratory technician, we are the physical therapists, occupational therapists, speech therapists … his wound care nurse,” Joseph Briseno said.

“It’s a lot of work and it’s hard, and some days are harder than the other days. But we don’t take this as a burden for us because he’s our son. We will do everything for him.”

The family has help from VA-provided nurses, but not around the clock. Jay’s mother and father often do overnight duty, making sure their son is turned every four hours so he does not develop bedsores, which can become infected and threaten his life. If they do not turn him and keep him on schedule, he does not sleep well and becomes agitated.

Nights are long when measured in four hour increments.  Life is long when the world is the size of a bedroom.

“One” 

I cant remember anything
Cant tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
Im waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb its much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But cant look forward to reveal
Look to the time when Ill live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone Im just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell

Read the background to the song here.

Hmmm…

Filed under: Humor, Rants — by stephanieinar on June 24, 2007 @ 2:06 pm

It’s just been one of those weeks.   Weather wise as hot as mid-July and as dry as August.  The rain clouds are big, beautiful and full of yellow spots, but as it reaches the western edge of our county everything slowly turns green and disappears.  Life just gets more interesting.  

  • There ought to be a law about old, grey headed people and the cars they drive.  If you think 40 mph is cruising, 45 mph is getting with it, and 55 mph is living dangerously please…DO NOT buy a Firebird or a Corvette.  It is extremely frustrating to get stuck behind someone driving 40 mph on the open highway–ten times more frustrating when that someone is driving a Firebird or a Corvette.  Firebird turned off and not 5 minutes later drove up behind the Corvette.  95 outside, no air-conditioning, 40 mph.  Like my dad’s elderly friend said “why’d ja buy da sumbitch if ya ain’t gonna drive hit?”
  • Had regional 4H O’Rama this past week.  (Consider it like districts in sports)  Kids who’ve won different county competitions come to compete against each other.  Lots of different areas:  BB shooting, fashion, speeches, to bicycle riding.  Sitting in the auditorium, waiting for things to begin there was a girl about 11 yo wearing a long formal.  Every time I looked at my ds she was in the background right beside his head.  I couldn’t not see her and finally another mother remarked “I can’t help looking at that girl.”  Why?  Trying to figure out if she was wearing a nude slip or not.  So things finish and we are walking up the sloping aisle.  Look up and the first thing that comes into sight–this girl’s white whale-tail as seen through her dress!   That wasn’t a nude slip– it was a butt-cheek!   Not only did someone not read the rules about ‘church clothes dressy’ only, someone else failed to just look at her.  If it was that visible in a semi-dark auditorium what about broad daylight?  She is only 10 or 11. Where was her mother?  Where was her group leader?  Wasn’t anyone she knew embarrassed for her?  Words fail me.
  • The younger set spent the past weekday mornings doing VBS at the local Baptist church.  Would someone please explain this:  God through the Bible forbids tatoos.  So why are the kids given temporary tatoos as rewards??  Isn’t that teaching children to think that tatoos are cool?  So why be totally outraged when those same children get the real thing when they are older?  Does having a ‘Christian’ theme make it OK?  I’m confused.  

People are fine–then it’s time to go home. 

Rude Awakening

Filed under: Family at Large, Rants — by stephanieinar on June 22, 2007 @ 11:26 am

Like thousands of others my niece graduated this past month and is headed off to college.  Thanks to changing parental custody and some senioritis she has to take two college classes this summer and pass them to receive admittance to the college of her choice.  Thanks also to the changing custody and some hardheadedness she hasn’t even begun to fill out her financial aid forms.  So money for necessary textbooks and gas is a little short.

Now comes sister’s forward planning.  You know the kind that get repeated everyday–save for your kids education and all that good stuff.  Well, sister was married to a spendthrift who didn’t like to pay basic bills, so sister worked her ass off to keep things going and provide for their four children. (No sister did not see this side until after there were four kids–a personal gift from the old hubby to the old lady.)  But one thing she did do was to buy a savings bond every chance she had.  Scrape together $25 or $50 dollars and she bought the kids bonds–the kind that after seven years are worth twice their amount.  The kind that show the amount it is worth after xx years.  Not a lot mind you, but something.

So time comes that the money is really, really needed–college teachers get quite snarkey if you don’t have their required books.  Sister takes in the face value $100 bonds that are well over 7 years old and gets…$70.00 each.  Yes that is correct seventy dollars.  Seems the good ole federal government has an escape clause that bases the value of the bond on interest rates.  So the bank/government can sell a product with a labeled value and can tell you it will have that printed value in the future as long as you wait the allotted time before redeeming and it will be a total lie.  You get what you get and that is that.  Who are you going to complain to??

So sister is gathering all the bonds she scrimped & scrounged for and cash out.  After all, what’s the difference if there is no way to get what you paid for?  Early withdrawal or not, the value difference isn’t all that different.  No great loss.

Is it any wonder most people don’t save for tomorrow?

A rude awakening.

Ann’nBrian

Filed under: Homelife — by stephanieinar on June 18, 2007 @ 12:52 pm

Ann and Brian or as all my siblings say Ann’nBrian*.

Our anniversary is today.  Twenty-four years married, twenty-six together.

My youngest brother was 9 months old when we started dating.  My youngest sister 2yo.  There is no memory of a time when Brian wasn’t there.  Sometimes it seems odd to think about.  He is more brother than brother-in-law.  He has been a living part of their lives longer than our mother (who died when they were just 7 and 9).  Strange to think a bil would last longer than a mother.

Today was also father’s day.  A first, I think, that both days should be on the same date.  As Grits said “had to have one to have the other.” 

So we went to Lake Charles today.  A great state park with a nice sandy, gently sloping beach.  Lots of trees, new restrooms, and a reasonable number of picnic tables.  Took a picnic lunch and just enjoyed doing nothing.  I cooked yesterday and did almost nothing today.  Went a bought an x-large Wally world bathing suit because I refuse to spend $45 on a maternity suit that will get worn maybe 10 times.  The really great thing about Arkansas is just when you think that you are looking bad on the beach someone comes along who looks worse. 

Our timing was good–as we packed up it started raining and during the drive home the rain poured down.  It is an hours drive so the clouds are just now rolling in here.  We are looking forward to the day when we can move from the flat-lands into the hills–the air was so much cooler and way less mosquitoes. 

The younger crew reminded me that tonight was VBS sign-up at the Baptist church 1/2 a block away.  After showering the sand from everyone’s cracks and creases, the three youngest and I went.  There were hamburgers and hotdogs, a jumping air gym, an air battle arena (skipped) and a ball game.  Can you guess which church is the biggest in town?  lol  Ninety minutes of slow eating and lots of playing–everyone ought to sleep good tonight. 

It is the first time that Zach can go and the first time all the younger crew will be gone at the same time.  Having such a large spread out crew has a good side–I know all the VBS teacher from either the older kids ps days or from my being their kid’s 4H leader. 

The rest of the evening will be either game time or embroidery.  I have a goal to get the Christmas gifts done in time to enter in the county fair in September.  Our librarian made over $567 dollars in prize money last year. I won’t make that much but any will help.  And, hopefully, it will help make sure that they get done because with a new baby in August not much sewing will get done this fall. 

So we a having a rare slow Southern Sunday.  This might just grow on us.

Yes, Ann is what my family has called me since the day Mom brought me home from the hospital.  Family, southern schools, and anyone I’ve known longer than about 25 years calls me that too.  It seems so ironic that one of my favorite bloggers is named Anna with a dh named Brian.  So far no children share a name. 

Just for Fun

Filed under: DYI/Homesteading, Humor — by stephanieinar on June 13, 2007 @ 10:11 pm

Just for fun–

“To make the best apple pie you must first send your 10 kids up to the orchard to pick some ripe yellow transparent apples…” 

Read more here.  

Favorite Garden Tools

Filed under: Gardening — by stephanieinar on June 13, 2007 @ 1:04 pm

My list is short and to the point:

  • A good rear tine tiller. They simply go deeper and are much, much easier on the body.  If you are breaking up new ground it is the hands down winner.  Troy Built are my dad’s favorite–they are pricey but the larger models come with attachments.  Someday I hope to have my very own.
  • A good garden rake.  Smooth handles and screw the head on.  Walmart ones are not bad but for real work you must attach the head better than how they are sold.
  • A good hoe–garden not street.  I like the one that looks like an elongated ’C’ at the bottom.  Lighter weight and gets around plants better.  Has points that make good rows.
  • A trowel.  Also know as a hand-digger.  Get a good padded handled one for you and get a cheap wally-world one for each small child in the family.  Teach them not to dig their fingers and they will have sand shovels for years.  The padded kind aren’t really padded but have better handles.  After planting very many of anything your hands will know the difference.  The $5.00ish one at Walmart is not bad.
  • A bucket–5 gallon.  Hauls weeds, water, garden produce, and upside down is a seat.  When finished for the day stores the hand tools inside.
  • Watering supplies:  hoses, sprinklers, soaker hoses but so far I haven’t been too thrilled with mine.
  • The favorite tool hands down:  A Garden Weasel.  The two handle one is the best buy.  Use it standing up to shallow till all the small weeds or just pretty thing up.  Take the middle section out to go over a row.  Attach the middle section to the short handle to sit down and weed.  It takes out the small stuff so you don’t have to.  Also the entire thing unattached from the handles makes a good weapon.  Be careful it is sharp–I stepped on a blade once and it sliced between my toes so neatly it didn’t even hurt, but it bled like anything.  It does dull down after a few years, but keeps working fine.  See it here.

So without the tiller, it is about $50.00–if you don’t sales shop.  Anyother suggestions?

The Woo-hoo Part of the Day

Filed under: DYI/Homesteading — by stephanieinar on June 12, 2007 @ 12:11 pm

Today at least one thing went right thanks to good ole Wally-World.  I buy many of our staples in bulk at a warehouse club.  Large size is great, storage is not.  Add in a few helpful children, a long haired cat, summer bugs and it’s a problem.  After a dr.’s appointment I stopped by the deli and asked about frosting buckets.  Woo-hoo–two large and two small for free!!  Added bonus for the kids is the frosting left inside.  They are happily frosting graham crackers for their snack.  I think we can get the 25lb of flour in the two large buckets which will leave two small buckets for rice.  If not, at least the flour has a sturdier home.  Hurray!!

How not to Spend a Weekend

Filed under: Homelife, Rants — by stephanieinar on June 4, 2007 @ 8:38 pm

This should fill the definition nicely.

  • 6:15 am Leaving for work, DH finds that both left side tires on oldest son’s car are flat, looks at family van to see that both left side tires are flat.  These were parked next to the street as DH is kindly fixing oldest son’s girlfriend’s car so has her car & her brother’s car parked in driveway.
  • 6:20 am Returns to tell night-owl son and sleeping wife the joyful news.  Advises son to try to air tires–hopefully it was just a prank.
  • 6:30 am Almost awake mom tells son that if they won’t air up and were punctured to come inside and she will call police.
  • 6:45 am Mom calls police to tell of vandalism to two cars.  Dispatcher takes address and reports it might be a few minutes before the officer arrives as she is number 6 on the list–with the same complaint.
  • 7:00ish  Officer arrives politely tell Mom how to fill out form.  Mom points out that we are across from a bank drive through and perhaps the cameras might have caught something.  Officer hopes so and mentions he passed many cars with flats that were not reported yet as most people are still asleep early Saturday morning.
  • 9:00 ish Oldest son is still changing tires on his car.  An older gentleman stops and asks if he needs a ride to get tires.  Also mentions that he was #12 on the list–his truck has 3 flats and was parked in the driveway.  Older gentleman is glad they left his wife’s car alone.
  • 7:00 pm Mom goes to store where stock-boy friend says he heard it was 40 cars.
  • Next morning (Sunday) talk to oldest son who works with wife of aforementioned officer.  Wife said the tire count was 150.
  • 10:00 Go to neighboring town 30 miles away to purchase 2 new tires and have mounted on rims.
  • 1:00 Return home and go about putting new tires on family van.
  • Spend rest of weekend hoping the offender gets caught and wishing it was possible to give him a good smack up-side of the head.

All this fun after paying a house payments worth of medical bills the last 10 days.  When it rains it pours–and I’d still like to give someone a good smack up-side of the head!

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