Rubber Bands

Do you see this? All these dangling wads of rubber bands, on all the doors in my house!

Yeah, well,I didn’t. I didn’t notice this until, it was too late.

My son asked me, “Mommy, why do we have all these rubber bands on the doors of our house?” I had no answer. “Umm…? Huh?” I didn’t even know how they got there. I was dumbfounded. Why? Are there all these rubber bands wadded up in knots clinging to my door handles? And just who put them there?

It took a few days of consciously paying attention to every single one of my actions to figure out what was happening.

When I am at work, managing my marketing files, in order to prevent all the paperwork from exploding out of the sides, I wrap them with rubber bands.

See how neat? And Pretty?

When I need to re-open that file, I take the rubber band off the file, and wrap it on my wrist.

Apparently, I leave the rubber bands on my wrist when switching or changing files. Unconsciously, I end up leaving them on my wrist until I get home.

When I come home from work, still functioning in the robotic office state of mind, moving and thinking mechanically, totally unaware of my actions, I have a get unready system of calculated movements to undo the day and prep for the night:

get changed in to pajamas
wash my face
remove rubber band from wrist
put rubber band on door handle
turn on living room lights
bring work clothes to laundry room
tell JCH to do his homework
start dinner
check emails
finish cooking dinner
serve / eat dinner
check JCH homework
write post
watch TV.

I didn’t even realize that ‘remove rubber band from wrist – put rubber band on door handle’ was part of my nightly sequence until I was AT WORK.

There I was at work today, needing a rubber band for a new file I had just finished working on, when I reached in the box to grab one, and it was empty. The gigantic over sized box-o-rubber-bands were E-M-P-T-Y.

What? Where are all the rubber bands?

I looked at my wrist and saw one single rubber band on my arm, when all the pieces came together in my head. OH SHIT! They are in my house. On my doors! That’s why all those rubber bands are in my house. I am bringing them there! I busted out laughing at my desk, staring at my own arm, looking like a crazy person to any passer-buyer.

Sorry office, I seem to have stolen an entire box of rubber bands, ONE AT A TIME. I will try to pay more attention to the removal of rubber bands from any part of my body before leaving at the end of the day. If there is a sudden shortage in rubber bands, rest assured I have a life long supply at home, which I will return upon request!

In the meantime, I had to go to the office supply closet and obtain a new box. Wonder how long it will be before THESE end up in my house?

PS….. Women Readers!

Wow! Yesterdays post generated comments from WOMEN! Nice! That rarely happens. For some reason, I seem to have a higher male than female ratio when it comes to readers. hmm… looking into why that is?

Love me some women up in here! If you are a girl / woman reading here? Please let me know!

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DONNATELLA VERSACE…. why?

“PLEASE TELL ME I AM NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO IS SCARED OF THIS THING??? NICE WIG AND HOW DID IT FEEL TO HAVE THOSE TEETH SCREWED INTO YOUR GUMS??? HE/SHE? ….AND YEAH”

Thanks Jen! I always feel so much better about myself after seeing pictures of DONNATELLA VERSACE….and yeah!

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ONE WORD…CONCEALER

I don’t wear make up. Okay, I barely wear makeup, but for light translucent powder, mascara and maybe some sheer gloss (aka blistex). However at 32 years old I have recently discovered concealer! Holy hell! I had no idea what capabilities, a seemingly useless item, could regale upon my face. It’s like airbrushing, for my face! How has this product eluded me all these years? How did I live without concealer? Why? Did I live without concealer? All this time, I could have been walking around fooling the public. No more dark circles! No more blotches! Maybe I should look into the possibility of acquiring and wearing real makeup!

BEFORE CONCEALER:

AFTER CONCEALER:

(please take the time to notice the ribbon that is used for hanging the top, is toad-ily sticking out of my shirt.)

See! It’s like magical. I just hope that the liquid doesn’t settle into all my wrinkles making them all the more defined.

Umm…I don’t know what is happening to me in my old age? Ironing! Makeup! What’s next? High Heels!

NOT!

Most of my shoes, outfits and hairstyling’s come direct from the, I don’t give a shit factory. Because, well, I don’t give a shit. Therefore I have no fashion or makeup sense. Nor do I wish too.

(Unless of course, it is clothes from Abercrombie and Fitch, then yes, I do give a shit. If I could sport A & F clothing all day, everyday, I would. There is something about looking like I can participate in a sport with all the team like numbers printed on the t-shirts which gives the illusion I am physically active.)

I come to work to do my job, not to look good. Wearing ‘work’ clothes? Yuck. I can’t, with hose and suits. I can’t. Instead, I dress like I am a waiter when I am in my office. Standard black men’s dress shoes, standard black men’s dress pants, with a limited variety of button down tops to look “as if” I tried to pick something out to wear to work. All that’s missing is a nametag, a carbon copy pad and an empty drink tray.

I go to the store to buy food, not to look good. I would spend my life in pajamas if it was socially acceptable to walk into a fine dining establishment complete with slippers.

I wish I could open a restaurant that did allow for that look. In fact, a restaurant that only allowed that look. Not the wear a nighty, see through wanna be playboy model no one really wares that bullshit either, I’m talking the real pajamas and terry cloth robes we wear in our homes.

But the new found use of concealer has me re-considering my stance on not giving a shit about what I look like. I can actually conceal things on my face that I do not like? I can actually hide my black circles with this magical wand? I can cover up all the imperfections!

I will not be running out to buy the resurrection of the 80’s attire, which includes the ugly thick belts that wrap around a midsection nor will I be purchasing any shapeless eyelet top which are the horrid new trend (who is in charge of that anyway?)

But, I will be using concealer.

I wonder if it will make my ass look better too?

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Alec Baldwin!

WHY? is my husband is considering online dating? When I am right here?

Look what I saw in InTouch Magazine? this article!

Did you read that? WHAT! If Alec Baldwin has to date online, what the hell kind of options does that leave a girl like me?

Doesn’t he know who I am? Doesn’t he know I have been in love with him for years? Apparently not…. Lets change that!

Hello Alec! I am Meleah, an adoring fan, totally obsessed with you to the point of unhealthy. I will marry you and have all your children! You do not need to go online for a dating service, and I wont have to lick the screen when you grace my living room with your television presence. It’s a win-win situation! Look me up!

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Okay, so LESLIE rocks!

Okay, so LESLIE rocks, yes, we know. Or at least I know. If YOU don’t know, GO READ HER, like now, and you will know!

I love that I finally have ALL OF HER PAGES in ONE PLACE for easy navigation. I love that she is forever sending me links, hook ups and places to submit my ‘writing’. Love that. Love her.

I have to tell you, I have never been a good speller, or grammatically correct EVER… and you take away CUSSING for ‘effect’ and um, well, I suck? I don’t know?

Yet again, Leslie has sent me a company for me to submit some sample writing as a way to get me going in the direction of blogging with a purpose. I have never written anything in the style I am supposed to write for the submission I am making. And um, er, smash head until I bleed… I can bitch. I can moan. I can spew on the Internet when I have had a bad day, or take pictures of horrendous traffic. But WRITE like a grown up? Follow rules? That shit was hard people! HARD!

To my own surprise, I did manage to write a small piece 30 Rock (a TV show) and a little piece on Jennifer Aniston. Once I completed my ‘writing samples’ and whipped up an about me, I submitted MY application for a freelance writing position! I will now sit with my fingers crossed while waiting to hear back if I was accepted.

I have learned as of today, maybe? I should have finished that English class I was taking in college. Nonetheless, I will go fourth. I will submit. I may fail a jillion times. But, I will keep submitting and applying for freelance writing ops. In the meantime I will practice. I will read, study, memorize and execute, all I can learn from William Strunk Jr., The Elements of Style and toad-ily hijack a great vocabulary from BFD.

But first, I think I need to clean it up in here? Maybe? I will start delivering a more professional approach? …..Nah yo… this is where I cuss, and spit and act all grimy! I have to do it somewhere. I think I like publicly humiliating myself? Besides taking pictures of my father, and having taken on the roll of family archivist brings me tons of joy!

BUT, from now on, I will be keeping ‘my bad days’ and scary self-pity posts, to myself. I had an old link meleah’s drama, which has since been deleted for a few reasons.

One, I really don’t need to let the entire Internet know when I am in an emotional crises. Or the exact nature of that crisis, until after I have processed my feelings when I can write it about it with a funny twist, without sounding like a suicide note!

Two, when I do make submissions for freelance ops, I usually include the link to this site. I wouldn’t want them to read some of these entries currently on display for the whole world to read.

I am going to go through all of the entries on here. I will decide what I will keep up, and what to take down. You may notice missing / deleted posts, or posts that have been ALTERED, because, if I am using this website as a point of reference for potential writing jobs, some of these entries HAVE TO GO!

I have also deleted all of the other unnecessary links I had here, and no longer need, use, or like. And, I did post chapter ONE and ONLY chapter ONE of the BOOK, since that was also a listed website as a reference for my writing.

Here’s to happy freelance writing applications, and happier posts in this site for ya’ll!

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My Daddy’s Video (s)

THIS is why I love Sunday Night Dinner’s at my mom and dad’s.

Click HERE for a video clip of my father loosing it, while trying to preform his impersonation of the actor Chistopher Lloyd and then my mother pours water on him.

and… I know it’s been a long time since his birthday past, but, I finally got around to making my daddy’s birthday movie!

Click HERE for my fathers 58th bithday party the quicktime version on MAC PAGES

OR, if you still don’t have a quicktime player…

Click HERE, for the youtube version of the Chistopher Lloyd impersonation

Click HERE, for the youtube version of his birthday

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Saturdays are for errands

Saturdays are my typical errand day. Go to the bank, do some food shopping, get that oil change after 8000 miles over due. (no one procrastinates like I do) and fix the burnt out headlight I’ve been sporting for three months, not to mention finally getting the car inspected also 8 months overdue (I told you no one procrastinates like I do.)

After making it to the oil change and headlight facility (because I would never have gotten both done in the same day if it wasn’t all in one place) I realized, I didn’t have any money on me, or my credit card to PAY for the services rendered. I’m an idiot, an idiot that left my wristlet with my cash, credit cards and checkbook at home.

Me: “Daddy! I’m having the car fixed so I can go and try to pass inspection after I leave here but….”

Dad: “I’ll be right there Mel.”

In his heroic fashion my father arrived with check in hand to pay to have the car fixed.


(…..I LOVE YOU DADDY….)

Dad: “Okay, Mel, now, do you know how to get to the inspection station?”

Me: “No.”

Dad: “How were you going to get there?”

Me: “I was going to ask you.”

Dad: sigh sigh sigh. “Have you ever been to an inspection station?”

Me: “No.”

Dad: sigh sigh sigh. “Do you know what you need to give to the people at the inspection station?”

Me: “No.”

Dad: sighs turned into more like angered gasping for oxygen. “Do you have your drivers license, registration and insurance card?”

Me: “No.”

Dad: shaking head annoyed and veins popping out of neck. “What do you mean?”

Me: “Well, I have my drivers license, I have the registration, but it looks like my insurance card expired in…. um, February….”

Dad: “Great Mel, that’s just great. Follow me to my house, I think we have your new Insurance Card.”

*my important mail goes to their house, since, as ya’ll know, I never get my own mail.*

As I was following my father down the highway, I dawned on me, if I was to be pulled over at that exact moment, I would have been royally screwed. I had an expired insurance card, and an expired inspection sticker. Both huge tickets, both huge fines, and even the possibility of having my car towed for not complying with any of the New Jersey state laws. (Good job! Way to be on top of things.) I don’t think my father would have been too thrilled having to pay to get my car out of an impound station, or paying fines to the state because I don’t take care of any car related things. I just don’t think about my car. At all. I drive it. That’s it.

(note to self: pay attention to your car, and the legal documentation required to operate said vehicle)

When we got back to my parent’s house to obtain the ever so necessary effective insurance card, and retrieve my wallet, I decided NOW would be a good time to PAY MY FATHER BACK. That’s right! PAY HIM BACK.

As you can tell by the expression of shock on my fathers face, its not too often I keep a promise to pay back any of the zillions I am indebted to my parents for. I think I almost gave him heart failure!

But, by the time I made it to the inspection station, they were closed. They close at 12 on Saturdays. They close the exact same time I wake up on Saturdays. OOops.

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The first picture! of the Walter BABY

Is Now Missing and I cant FIND IT…. Lost in the BLOG MOVE

Oh my GOD! This makes the whole thing MORE REAL to me! I am so exited that my brother Adam and his wife Traci are having thier first BABY. Here is the FIRST baby picture ever! I can’t wait to find out if it is a boy? or a girl?

A Message to TRACI:

The FIRST baby picture! YIPPEE!! I guess that’s why you were on my mind so much! If you are moody, fat, and tired = all good things! (even though you don’t know how great / worth it is, until AFTER the baby arrives.) Oh, I’m soo happy for YOU Traci. I am sooo happy for you. You are going to experience the BEST love there is to have on earth… and YOU, my dear, DESERVE it! If there is ANYTHING I can do, at ANYTIME… I will be all over it! I am CRAZY…yes, but, I am also HANDY and crafty. Just KNOW that when you don’t know what else to do, or if you just need someone to help lift heavy object I AM HERE to help (and video?) Just kidding (except not) Plus, I have spent half my life beating ADAM… I know all his weak spots… If you need any ‘help’ KICKING HIS ASS (just sayin)

Love

Melbatoast

BABY! BABY! BABY!

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Yeah I’m Kinda-Poor

Wow! I was in a really bad mood Monday. I can’t even stand to look at that post! How? did ya’ll read THAT. ouch! and um…sorry for spewing all over you! After re-reading that, cringing all the while, I was inches from deleting it, when I decided it would be best to just write something new, and quickly!

Since I am forever a broke ass and because that is one of the oh-so-many thing(s) that are plaguing my current mood, what would be better than making fun of my own situation? Nothing! I know a lot of you will be able to relate to this.

I don’t like to write about money, because for whatever reason it seems to attract a multitude of spammer comments. (I will be doing a whole lot of deleting) I also don’t like to write about money because we all have money problems. Nothing is ever enough. So, I want to preface this with, I am only writing about it, to make light of it.

Instead of celebrating YOM KIPPER, (which is a Jewish holiday that only comes once a year) I will celebrate “Yeah I’m Kinda-Poor” (cuz that’s a ‘holiday’ you can celebrate every day)

Unless, I am, in fact, the only person on the planet that lives like this?

Let’s embrace the mundane financial situation, because spitting fire gets me nowhere!

Most people with responsibilities, homes, or children, have been in tight situations at one time or another when it comes to making ends meet. More often than not, living paycheck to paycheck is a normal way of life for us. That so-called normal way of life can be full of stress and constant fear. Things can be most taxing when a single paycheck isn’t enough to cover half of your living expenses. Impending doom consumes your every thought. There are solutions; some are simple, while others require strategic planning and a momentary lapse in morals! (I am not suggesting ya’ll try these!)

If you ever find yourself in any of these circumstances, please be advised that panic attacks may occur, and without warning!

For instance, one of the factors in having a self-induced nervous breakdown [insert panic attack] is getting the mail. I hate to get my mail; I have gone weeks, literally weeks, refusing to open that metal box, especially when I know there are over due bills. I am fully aware of all the bills that have piled up in there because I have been thinking about it for days. I just haven’t built up the nerve to open the box and face exactly how much I owe and to whom! How can I get my mail when I know I can’t pay what is being demanded? Solution, do not get the mail as long as you possibly can. This means do not get your mail until the post office leaves a note on your door asking if you are away on vacation and should they hold your mail until your return? Yes, yes! I am away… I am on vacation. I am in da nile, who knows when I am coming back. They should hold my mail; they should hold my mail, forever, all of it. (Except for that check from Ed McMahon)

When I do get the mail a new level of anxiety sets in. Opening the mail. Opening the mail sends me into violent uncontrollable spasms. Lots of throwing things afterwards. Inevitably, there is a shut off or late notice from one of the many bill collectors I have been dodging.

[insert fetal position and spoonfuls of icecream]

I don’t know what it is about opening the mail. But I am convinced it sends a signal to the bill collectors. It notifies them I am aware of the amount I am supposed to pay. And they want their money, like now. Because after I open the mail, the very next day, I always see the cable, or the electric, even the phone, and all the other utility trucks on their way down my street.

Open bills = see all the service vehicles for any of the utilities suppliers, in my own complex.

[insert heart attack]

UH OH. “Uuuummmmm… Why is that cable guy on my block?” [involuntary twitch] “Should I stay here and wait to see what house he is going to?” [rapid succession lip movement by pressing my lips together, back and forth really fast like I am smoking a cigarette, even though I am not] “Shit, I am already late to work… I have to go, I can’t wait.” Yes, I talk to myself out loud in the car. “Damn it, I wish I knew why that cable guy was here. But, I can’t do anything about it anyways… FUCK!”

[insert scenes from the movie Sybil]

Driving into work, white knuckling the steering wheel is an understatement. That’s when I start thinking about the shut off notices and methodically eliminating service providers while trying to remember the dates on each bill. “Okay, the electric bill was due…..when?” yes, still talking to myself out loud in my car. “Is that what is getting shut off? Or was it the cable bill?”

Then, when I cant remember my own name let alone the due date on a shut off notice, I just pray out loud, “Please don’t be going to my house! Oh g-d NO! Please don’t be shutting me off today? please g-d! please g-d! Please…..please……please!”

Concern albeit paranoid, is not without foundation, as I have had first hand experience in being shut off. Shut off experiences are horrific.

I will never understand why I act so surprised by the fact that something is shut off. For some fucked up reason, I tend to act like I have been blindsided.

[insert bad acting, or William Shatner over acting]

WHAT! THE CABLE IS OFF? [insert fake confusion] How dare they do that! I didn’t receive any of the 15 warnings they sent me?

Perfect example; I finally fall asleep at night, despite the mounting pressures, with my TV on. But, when I wake up in the morning I find the TV is off. Of course, I don’t realize the CABLE has been shut off… No, I think, something must be wrong with the TV. That is until the xanax haze wares off, 18 different attempts with 15 different remotes, all of which will fail to make the TV come back on. Finally it dawns on me the cable company wasn’t kidding about that shut off date. Oops. I guess they didn’t think sending in a church prayer card with a mere 25 dollars was nearly as funny as I did.

(No, the cable, and phone and electric company do not find that funny. Not even a little.)

When things have gotten that bad, even a simple thing like taking a bath / shower can be nerve racking. Consider a sudden change in the water temperature. My first thought is, “Oh shit! Damn it! They got me too, there goes the hot water!” Luckily, I will hear the sound of the washing machine switching cycles in the background and sudden relief comes over me. I thank the lord above and promise myself to make that payment 1st thing in the morning.

[insert broken promises]

I go into random threats, I mean promises, much like the “I will never drink again if you just make the spinning stop now.” I start making up bullshit like “I will never spend again, if you just make the bills stop coming” and yes, still talking to myself. I have issues. I know.

Here is a little irony for you….

Did you know? It takes money to avoid paying money?

Problem: Needing to avoid bill collectors.

Solution: Don’t answer your phone. Either check caller ID, or, let all phone calls go to voice mail!

Irony: Caller ID and Voice Mail are additional charges that cost you MORE money on your phone bill, probably even one of the bills you are trying to avoid paying.

Now, you know things are REALLY bad when the bill collectors STOP calling. Either because your phone really has been shut off, or because the “Window of Negotiation” has now been closed! That’s when you are truly fucked. There are no more payment arrangement options at that point.

When you are finally beaten down and concede to defeat, next comes the game I like to call “Who can I borrow money from?” That’s a really fun game, because it requires a vivid imagination. Usually I end up on some imaginary tangent where I have hit the jackpot in Vegas, or won the power ball exclusively.

[insert major delusions]

Alas, there may be some solutions; which can cut corners, or save you a few bucks:

1. Try to share household products:

A) Use house hold products for the original design, but be bold! Be creative! Don’t be skeered! Try using the same product for another UN-intended use. Example: Do your laundry with shampoo. Add conditioner for the fabric softener! It cleans; it smells nice and makes for some fun suds.

B) Or, you can try doing your dishes with your laundry detergent. Be advised, there is one draw back to washing dishes with laundry detergent, it tends to cause sever cracking of the skin, worse in the winter months.

[insert bleeding]

C) Wash the floors of your house, with the same cleaner you use on your windows. Windex! Isn’t just for windows! Windex multi-task kicks ass on crappy linoleum and bathroom tile. Clear / Plexi-Glass shower doors will sparkle like never before! I think it was made specifically for us poor people trying to keep from having to buy multiple products to clean house.

2. When you need a NIGHT OUT:

When everyone in the house is sick to the point of vomiting at the idea of yet another variation of pasta, and, when there is nothing other than ketchup and pretzels for diner, make it a “Night Out”. Mc Donald’s has the Dollar Menu. But you will need a dollar. Or two. Or ten. Worry no more! I have ways to obtain that!

A) Look through every purse, pocket, and secret stash for change of any kind including any Canadian coins. I always find money that is shiny in my laundry room. Justin always leaves his lunch money change in his pants pockets. Ha! SUCKA! (you may have left the change in your hiding places last time you were in there and went digging for the long since gone crumpled dollar bills)

B) Organize your pennies, nickels and dimes into neat piles on the kitchen table. This will keep your mind off how hungry you are and give the experience a fun and buried treasure like quality.

[insert poor illusionist trick]

C) Run out to the car and check under all the floor mats and under the seats for more change. (If you have already quarried the “good luck change” you threw in when you got the vehicle, skip this step and go directly to step D)

D) When you come back into the house, add the car change to the existing piles of change on the kitchen table. Be sure to keep the Canadian coins mixed in with the US coins in order to make them less noticeable.

E) If you can’t scrounge up enough change in your own house, may I suggest checking for change in pay phones (eeeww, but effective) OR visit friends’ unexpectedly / uninvited to search their sofas. (Please try not to be obvious when searching due to the public nature of these alternative sources.)

Usually you can get a great deal of food with the change you have been able to excavate. Voila dinner is served!

3. In the event your electricity / gas IS shut off:

It is survival of the fittest, some of the trickier solutions are not always the right thing to do. But, at times, the wrong thing, may be the ONLY thing you can do! Here’s a solution that requires prior stalking, because you will need to obtain your neighbors schedule.

A) Wait until you know the neighbors are either sleeping, out for the night baby-sitting for their grandchildren, or best case scenario, away on vacation.

B) Use the longest extension cord you have (if you do not have an extension cord, maybe? your neighbor has an unlocked detached shed…just swipe one. I mean “borrow” one.)

C) Take said extension cord, hook one end up to the space heater you have inside your house.

D) Go outside with the other end of the ‘borrowed’ or owned extension cord and run the electrical wire. It’s best to run the wire out your back door, through your yard, army crawling all the way, until reaching your next door neighbor’s outdoor patio outlet.

[insert camouflage gear]

E) Plug in the cord to your neighbor’s outlet. QUIETLY!

F) Run home, hurdle hedges and turn on your space heater.

Eureka! You won’t have to worry about anything until the next morning. Feel free to enjoy a few moments of heat. Aaahhhhh

* A little tip, be sure to have a battery-operated alarm clock, prior to executing any of the above. Set that clock before going to bed. Make sure it will wake you up without waking anyone else up (even your neighbors). In the morning, repeat the process in reverse and unhook everything before any one gets out of bed. Viola, you made it through a blistery night with no electricity or gas!

* This also works in the summer months, when you have no electricity if you need to gain access to a working industrial sized osculating fan to dissipate the stifling heat, into more of a stagnate breathable sort of air.

4. WHEN to pay a bill and how to choose WHO to pay:

More tricky solutions come with tough choices, especially when you are getting by on the skin of your teeth. Some choices demand well thought and detailed scheduling.
A) One solution, also, happens to be the one I use. It gets the whole family involved. Good clean Friday night family fun. I simplify the whole process by putting all the bills into a single hat. We all take turns shaking the hat, we argue over which family member gets to draw the lucky winner out of the hat, and then I pay the minimum allowable amount. (Less fifty dollars!) It’s like the bill lottery. Who ever gets picked gets paid.

B) Second solution: Other people (who I will not mention) have chosen a more inventive way to satisfy bill collectors. This is planning and scheduling can be delicate because the weather becomes a major factor in the success or failure if the plan can be executed properly.

1. When winter comes, you best hope for a bitter cold.
2. If the winter is cold enough the gas and electric company cannot shut you off during the months of December January and February.
3. During the three month gas & electric moratorium, you can use the opportunity by paying down some of the other accumulating debt.
4. Three months of income combined with the elimination of two bill collectors affords you this once a year opening.
5. Try to pay down the phone, water, cable and rent, so there is a ZERO balance.
6. One night, maybe even splurge on a meal which includes all four food groups.
7. When February is coming to an end, you will need to call the gas and electric companies to make a DEAL or payment plan.
8. Make a promise to make timely payments (X amt of dollars on the X day of the month).
9. This buys you just enough time to get to March or April when your much needed tax refund arrives in the mail (the one time you enjoy going to your mailbox).
10. Then you can use your refund to pay off the electric and gas bills in full.

However, there is one catch to the plan. If you find yourself having a MILD winter, your chances of gas or electricity being shut off will increase 10 fold, and such a plan like the one above, will be destroyed by a west wind. Mother Nature can be temperamental!

I could go on and on about this forever, oh wait, too late! I already did!

In the long and short of it all, being a broke ass builds character. I have become a better person, because I truly appreciate the simplest thing. (like new underwear, or fresh socks. or finding a 5 dollar bill)

Who? needs new clothes when you have character!

It’s hot to wear the exact same outfit every Monday, the exact same outfit every Tuesday, the exact same outfit every Wednesday, the exact same outfit every Thursday, and alternate sweat pants outfits on Fridays. for THREE years IN.A.ROW.

(except not)

Who needs food when you have crohn’s and you can’t eat it anyway!

One day? I will be able to relish in all the memories of eating canned beans and calling it a meal.

Until then, where did I leave that camo gear, I’m feeling a little cold, and I need some one elses electricity to heat my place!

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WORD-WRITE LETTERZ N SHIT, YO

because I needed something FUNNY right about now!

Who ever created that is my new hero

Oh, and for shits and giggles there is a video clip HERE

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