Gas...It Stinks!

On March 1st I drove by a little gas station and was shocked to see the price.

I was so shocked that I decided to take a picture of the sign...

I was even more shocked when I drove by that same station the next day as saw this...

 And then a week later...

And a week after that...

And this week...

I only live 5 miles from my job and it is now officially cheaper for me to take the bus than to drive my car. However, I'm still willing to pay for the convenience my car gives me. 

But if gas hits $5.00 then I will seriously consider parking the car permanently. And if the prices continue to rise in April the way they did in March then that day is coming sooner rather than later. 

What are gas prices like in your neck of the woods?

Potato Overdose

If it were possible to overdose on potatoes than I think my husband is at serious risk. 

I decided to clean out the refrigerator, freezer, and cabinets this afternoon instead of sitting on my *** watching mindless TV. Although, considering the TV is about 10 feet from the kitchen, I guess you can say I listened to mindless TV while I cleaned. 

Back to the point...

In order to clean the freezer I took everything out of it. 

Taking the bags of frozen French fried potato products out of the freezer was like watching clowns get out of  a car at the circus. They just kept coming! *That's what she said*

See what  I mean...

That's 1 un-opened bag of roasted potato wedges

1 open bag of steak fries

3 un-opened bags of Tater Rounds (think tater tots but squished flat)

and 4 OPEN bags of Crispy Stix fries!!!!

You know how much space all these bags were taking up? A lot.

All the open bags met the trash can after I took their photo while the un-opened bags found a new home on the top shelf of the freezer.  

I am now officially on potato strike and refuse to buy another frozen potato product until the last tater round is consumed. 

Bathroom Talk(ing)

We are all entitled to our own opinions and we all have our own preferences so bare with me as I share mine. 

When using a public restroom I prefer not to carry on a conversation or chit chat with anyone in a neighboring stall. 

Once the stall door closes all conversations should stop. I will not answer you while I tinkle. I don't care if you're my best friend, family member, or stranger...I don't talk while on the toilet. 

Tonight while at my weekly bowling league I went to  the restroom for a pre-game tinkle. Another bowler was also in the restroom and we greeted each other.  I proceeded to go into a stall while she went into the stall beside me and attempted to carry on a little chit chat with me. I did not reciprocate. 

Now what makes this 10x's worse is that shortly after the fellow bowler entered the stall she let out one of the grossest, loudest, and longest toilet farts I have ever heard!!!! Now I know that everyone (yes everyone) farts and has probably let a few toilet farts go before, but when using a public bathroom you'd think that a person would at least wait until a toilet flushes or fake a cough to cover the sound. I had to bite my lip hard to keep from bursting out in laughter. 

I tried to get out of the stall to wash my hands and leave the bathroom as soon as I could in order to avoid eye contact with this women when she emerged from her stall but I didn't make it! 

This is my punishment for not chit chatting with this women in the bathroom stall. I can never look at this women or speak to her again without thinking about the toilet fart. She could bowl a 300 game and I would still think, "You are a public restroom talking toilet farter". 

Go figure!

The laundromat is always busiest on Sunday. Always. So instead of bringing all 8 loads with me I decided to only take 3. 

And upon arrival this is what I see...

EMPTY!!! Not a single person in the laundromat. 

If I had been smart I would have gone home (because it's literally right around the corner) and grabbed the remaining laundry from home...but I didn't. 

Go figure!

Turning the Table and Upsetting the Apple Cart

While I type this my husband is in the bed snoring like a baby and has been for the better part of an hour. My, my, how the tables have turned.

Each morning I get up at 6 AM and go about my business getting ready while my husband remains cozy in bed until 9 AM since he doesn't have to be to work until 10.

I make my weak coffee.

I check my  e-mail, Facebook, and Google Reader.

I complete my "morning routine" in peace and quiet.

And every night I struggle to keep my eyes open past 9 PM because I only got 6 hours (if lucky) of sleep the night before. Side note: Why do the best TV shows come on after 9 PM?


Well this week we have turned the tables and upset the apple cart.

Carl is working at a friend's shop this week and has to be to work at 8AM. Since we only have one car he has to get up and drive me to work and then drive to work himself. Side note: Go figure that the week gas prices shoot up is the week that Carl has to commute to work instead of walk. 

Anyway...this means that Carl crawls out of bed before me and makes the nastiest, strongest coffee I've ever tasted. It's gross.

This also means that he gets to the computer first so I am stuck sitting on the sofa watching news I don't care about instead of checking how popular I am.

And instead of "completing my morning routine" in peace and quiet I now have a full grown adult knocking on the door asking me how much longer I am going to be and telling me how much time I have left before we have to leave.

2 people with OCD morning routines (and one bathroom) should not attempt to get up and get ready at the same time, it upsets the apple cart!

However, the are a few perks to this new schedule...

Carl washes my coffee cup for me so it's ready for when I roll out of bed 10 minutes after him. Side note: That's right, I leave my dirty coffee cup overnight! Don't judge me!

Carl is so tired at night that I get control of the remote when we get into bed.  He's out like a light as soon as his  head hits the pillow. Good bye Family Guy & The History Channel and Hello Teen Mom 2!!!!!! Side note: I actually like Family Guy. 


Another perk...maybe, just maybe Carl will now understand why I often fall asleep before my head even hits the pillow and why *** is the last thing on my mind. I am contemplating going over to the bed right now and waking him up and asking him if he wants *** to show him how annoying it is...on second thought he'll probably wake right up and tell me to jump on.

I just can't win.

My Workout Routine

I'm telling you people, this is the easiest workout EVER!

You don't need a gym membership.

You don't need any equipment.

You  don't need sneakers.

You don't even need a TV to watch a video.

All you need is a cough!

That's right, a cough. I'm sure  you can pick a cough up anywhere these days. The best kind is the one that is sporadic and starts with a little tickle in your throat. That's what I'm currently using. I prefer my coughs with a little post nasal drip.

It's such as easy workout you can even do it in bed while you're sleeping. I worked out this morning at 3 AM and then felt so good I decided to do it again at 6 AM.

If I keep this workout routine up I'll have washboard ab's by the end of the month!