I have really come to hate the taunting music played from the ice cream truck, getting louder as it gets closer to my house. As soon as I hear the fain sounds of it, I know what’s next. Mom!!!!! The ice cream truck!!!!!! My kids know I’m not a fan of the van filled with overpriced, well advertised sugar products, stopping to fill the air with carbon monoxide and invading my territory. While I was away and had a sitter, they went to the truck. My youngest, knowing I would not be happy about this, decided to make something good out of it. He decide to get something that was in a container we could reuse, and he also talked all his friends into doing the same.
We use these little containers in our lunch bags. I did not end here. The next time the ice cream truck came by, I said, “No.” After much deliberation, I decided to have some fun with this. I let him go out and get some ice cream from the truck. I think I freaked out my neighbors, but here’s what happened…
I haven’t checked at Kroger yet to see if they carry Popsicle Shots, but I’ll be checking today. I’m all about people making a living in creative ways, and the ice cream truck driver is a good way to make some money. It’s like fast food that comes to your house with dessert. I never buy this for my kids, I make them use their own money. If they feel good about the purchase, then I’ll go with it. I don’t always say yes to the ice cream truck, but I don’t always say no. Balance. It’s all about balance.
While in Austin last week, I went to a small coffee shop to get my morning latte. I snapped this photo while standing in line. I love iced cookies, but $3.65 for one cookie?! I can get a whole meal for that at Wendy’s. Sure, they’re hand decorated and look pretty, but if I buy it, it will be gone. Would the non-hand decorated ones be cheaper? They had a broken one on a small plate next to the register each morning, and each morning I had a small piece. They were good, but I still can’t see paying that amount of money for it.
And let’s talk about the cookies next to the Easter cookies. At first glance, I thought they were thong underwear cookies. One of my friends said they look like a woman’s reproductive system. They could also be skinny ghosts, birds or Texas longhorns. Imagination cookies. Good thing they didn’t add embellishments.
I was asked last night if I ever shopped like a real woman. I’m not quite sure how I should take that… Yes? At least I think so, from what I’ve studied about them. 😉 Seriously, my shopping habits are more like a man. I have an easier time buying a $500 TV than a $50 pair of jeans. Big ticket items just seem like more value for the money, I suppose.
In the past, I would go to the superstore places and buy things I didn’t need, buying them only because I liked them. I never thought long term about them, much of the stuff ending up on eBay or in a thrift store. I also loved shopping in thrift stores, but I would buy things just because I liked it a little bit, but it was a great deal. Again, much of this went back to the thrift store. I would sometimes want to redo a room in the house, and I would go buy things for that room, usually making the Ross-Marshall’s-TJ Maxx-Tuesday Morning run.
This is the only explanation of how I accumulated so much stuff. In the future, I hope my shopping habits aren’t defined as “shopping like a woman” or “spending like a guy”, but as being a smart shopper. Maybe this will be the one time people can call me smart without following that word with a smaller 3 letter word. 😉
I still need to get rid of some of my clothing. I downsized by 50% a few weeks ago, but there’s still a few more pieces I could part with. I was thinking about the clothing again after a short trip I took recently.
I went house hunting last Sunday, no, not to buy one, but to look for an abandoned house. I’m part of a photo group that goes to small towns looking for abandoned houses, vacant buildings, old vehicles or anything else that has been left to deteriorate and wither away. We’re never disappointed. This last trip to Krum, Texas produced an abandoned house, a school bus, a fire truck and a semi truck, among other things. The abandoned houses are always left full of stuff, but the things that surprise me the most is the clothing and the photographs left behind. Who leaves a house without taking these things?
Just to give you an idea, this was the living room, going into the kitchen.
These are pics of the clothing left behind.
The nightgown still hanging on the back of the door…
I always wonder what the story is, but have yet to find one. I’m led to look at the artifacts, ponder the possibilities and create my own fictional tale.
It’s dusk, the daylight slowly fading away. The stuffed pig is sad, waiting patiently for the missing woman that should be coming home now. After a long bath, she will put on the flowered gown. Where is she? Rarely is she late. What was that? A sound, followed with silence. Silence that has turned to deafness over the years. Still waiting. It’s dusk. Where is she?
I was paging through a girly magazine as I getting my hair done last week. ‘Done’ meaning colored… So this isn’t my normal choice of magazine, as I prefer art, life or business themes, however I thought I would look just to see what the hype is about. I’m sure shopping in thrift stores doesn’t provide me with the current style trends I might need to know.
Strings attached… Now I love my friendship bracelets. I have a few from my kids, some from friends, some made by the kids at Casa Hogar and one I found on the floor at the library. I’ve had them on for months. Mine are special because they were made by people I know, or the store bought ones (that probably cost less than $.25) given to me for s special reason.
Now I liked these pictured in the magazine, that was until I saw the price. They range from $130 to $250. Is that for all of them? And enough for my friends? The strings attached would be knowing that your friend gives you a piece of jewelry that costs as much as a small car payment. Detaching strings… Continue reading