ABC…It’s Easy As 123

I finally got my internship assignment today and I’ll be helping out in a 1st grade classroom for this next semester.  I was really hoping for kindergarten or 1st grade so I’m pretty excited about the placement.

To get ready I’ve been going shopping for an entire new wardrobe.  I hate shopping.  I mean I really despise doing it.  As a result 98% of my clothes are more than 7 yrs old, most likely stolen from my brother’s closet, and comprised of ratty t-shirts and work out shorts.  In the winter I basically wear the same pair of sweat pants everyday and throw on a hoodie.  I don’t bother tying my sneakers and wear a baseball hat when I don’t feel like washing my hair.  In the summer it’s much of the same; same pair of shorts everyday, t-shirt and flip flops.  Basically I dress like a teenage boy.

Having to get a new wardrobe was bound to happen and I’m a little surprised, albeit happy, that it took me nearly 33 years to do it.  In the past two weekends I’ve spent somewhere between $400-$450, which quite frankly, is a ridiculous amount of money to spend on what is basically just cloth and thread.  On the other hand, it’s been 33 yrs. in the making so…not so bad.  And even more surprising to me is that I found so many clothes that I liked and actually fit correctly.  Score!

I do need to put a kabosh on further spending as I now won’t have a job for the next four months due to this internship.  Ah well, it was fun while it lasted…well at least it was tolerable.

In other random and unimportant news, I’ve almost reached my book reading goal.  Yes, I really have one of those.  It’s the same goal I’ve had since 2008 – to read 50 books throughout the year.  I only successfully achieved this goal that first year, but 2012 looks to be an overachiever.  I’m currently on book 49 with a stack waiting in the wing to be read.  Success – even if it is in something so minor!

It’s an Update

Hey remember when I used to do updates all the time?  No?  Well I did.  I haven’t logged on to wordpress for a few weeks so I thought if one was appropriate I guess it would be now.

Thanksgiving was nice.  My oldest sister and her family came down for a few days and it was nice to see them.  I even went shopping on Black Friday.  This is HUGE for me because I hate shopping on regular Fridays (and every other day for that matter) so to go on the busiest shopping day of the year is a little mind blowing.  No I didn’t get up early or camp out at a store.  Matter of fact, I don’t think we even went until 10:30 the next morning.  At most places “early bird” sales were still going on and there was still plenty of stuff still in stock so ha ha all of you who got up and stood in line in the cold all night.

School, school, school.  What can I say except I can’t wait for you to be over this semester.  Only two weeks to go and I hope the time flies.  Thanksgiving really messed me up motivation wise and for that I almost wish we hadn’t had a week off.  Trying to get back into this week has sucked.  Tonight I turned in an assignment not due until Saturday.  Which would be awesome except I submitted it to the wrong place and couldn’t take it back.  I emailed my professor and hope she’s cool and fixes it for me.  It’s an easy fix for her but she may want to teach me some lesson or something.  Hope not.  I’m really not interested in learning anymore lessons of any kind, especially a life one and it could really screw up my grade which would be a shame because for the first time ever, I’m actually doing really well in school.

And the preschool, what can I say about that?  Except ’tis the season…for coughing in my face and wiping snotty noses on my sweatshirts.  If I don’t end up sick it’ll be a Christmas miracle for sure.

I got my hair done last week.  I had the girl cut almost 4 inches off, shorten up the layers, thicken the bang area, and do an overall darken.  It feels so much better and it’s still kind of long which is good b/c I prefer my hair pulled back most of the time.

And finally, what’s with everyone searching the word gumby?  And why does that bring them to my blog?  I checked my stats for the first time in forever and 61 people alone used that to find my blog today.  Is this the seasonal-comeback-retro-fad toy this year?  I’m so out of the loop.

Rural King Pt. Deux: T-Shirt Edition

Remember when I was visiting my sister in Illinois and mentioned this dandy little store?

Where you can buy anything from school supplies to farm equipment to clothing.  This store is such a small town throw back that they still use their own local form of credit for farmers:

In the last post I told you about the Anti-Monkey Butt Powder and wipes I found on the shelves but today I’m concentrating solely on the various T-shirts Rural King has to offer.  And what an offer it is.

Let’s start with the kiddies shall we?

Ribbons and bows and camo clothes, that’s what little girls are made of. And here I thought I was made of sugar and spice and all that’s nice.  Thanks for finally setting me straight Rural King.

That deer doesn’t look like he fears anybody.  Looks more like he’s crazed and rabid.

I’ll just go ahead and say this now, hunting creeps me out.  I don’t understand it, have never understood it, and I hope I never will understand it.  And I can tell you that no child of mine will EVER wear a shirt like this one.

Let’s move on the the grown up shirts.  Some are for the ladies:

Winning style – head to hoof! Oh brother.  Seriously, why would a girl WANT to be a barn beauty?  What does that even mean?  That you beat out the cows and pigs in a beauty contest?  “It was a close one Ethel but in the end you win.  Ol Bessie just isn’t the same since she came down with mad cow.  Congratulations .”

Wow.  That’s a bit extreme.  Must be some tractor…or some crappy boyfriend.  I guarantee the girl wearing that shirt wears this one as well:

Boys, don’t feel left out.  This one’s for you:

Let’s take a closer look because is just gets better and better:

Hubba hubba.  I’m especially digging the farmer’s tan.

These next few were in the men’s section but I guess could go either way:

I was told there’s some competition between John Deere and Red Tractors.  I don’t know if Red Tractor is the official name of a line of tractors or if it’s just a color war between red and green.  Either way, it explains these next couple of shirts:

Since there are no Red Tractor shirts to be found and John Deere is so heavily represented, I’m going to guess Rural King has gone green.

Don’t think mom’s weren’t going to be represented.  It is Mother’s Day after all.

…Or she might stick you in one of those hunting shirts.

I saved my favorite for last.  In honor of this brand of clothing:

Rural King proudly presents you with this:

I’m not gonna lie.  I seriously considered this one.  And the best part was this was a hoodie and not a T-shirt.  In the clothing world, hoodies are my weakness.  I guess there’s always next time.

A Community Within A Community

One morning we took a little drive out to a local Amish community because I guess they usually have really good deals in their grocery stores.  Actually I’ve never visited an Amish community and that’s the real reason we headed out there.  The deals at the stores were just a cover up.  Though I’m not sure who I was trying to use the cover up on.  Myself I guess.  Anyway, I wanted to take pictures because I knew there would be some cool images I’d want to remember but when I got there I just felt like some big creep invading their privacy.  So most of these pictures (the ones of actual people) are courtesy of my sister who was better at getting the pictures without drawing attention.

First of all, it was really cold.  And windy.  Windy and cold, and I understand they don’t use modern technology like electricity but there’s no way I’d want to put these on when they finished drying.  Partly because I don’t think they could get fully dry in this kind of weather, especially the blue jeans.  I’d definitely want to put them next to a fire first.  But I’m a pansy like that.

We  get to the store and see this:

And when you look closer, just a little further down you see this:

Not something you see everyday.  Can you imagine the poor kid that works at the store thinking his job would just be to bag groceries and help carry them out for little old ladies.  Then he finds out he also has to be the horse pooper scooper?  Tough break kid.

Inside the store we found some niffty little gems:

You may not be able to see the writing very well but we have green bean crisps, squash chips, purple sweet potato chips, and okra chips.  Hmm, sounds yummy.  I’m not understanding why the green bean bag costs $7.31.  I thought green beans were pretty common everywhere and would be the cheapest out of the four.  Guess not.  Well, I guess I now know I’d lose if I ever was a contestant on the Amish version of the Price is Right.  My little mountain climber wouldn’t have a prayer.

If dried vegetables aren’t your thing, check out their gummy selection.  Missed breakfast?  No problem, have some fried eggs:

Not sure your teeth are up for the challenge?  Try some of theirs:

I don’t know what to say about the chicken feet there on the right.  I would like to know why the teeth are only $.88 while the others are closer to the $2 mark.

Thirsty?  Try this line of soda and don’t worry, it’s good for you:

Here are some of the locals:

A few days later my sister and I were in Staples and were standing by an Amish couple who was returning a fax machine/scanner.  I kid you not.  Maybe they were part of a less strict group?  I don’t know but not something you see every day.

Heading out we were behind this guy:

I thought this was a pretty cool shot showing the contrast in lifestyles between the Amish and others in the community.  As we got closer I noticed this:

The buggies have license plates and side mirrors.  The side mirrors make total sense but the license plates make me scratch my head.  I don’t know why exactly.  I guess I just assume, maybe ignorantly, that they don’t get in accidents very often.  I mean it’s a buggy for crying out loud.  It’s not like it comes out of nowhere going 70 mph. *shoulder shrug*

There’s more to come from my little trip to Charleston.  Phew, I know, no doubt you’re all on the edge of your seats.

Ashlee Simpson You’re an Idiot…and Other Observations

1.  I was reading a quote by Ashlee Simpson the other day where she says the only thing she does to maintain her figure is to chase her kid around and that her arms are defined because she’s constantly holding him.  *blank stares and crickets chirping*  Are you serious right now?  First of all, you’re arms aren’t that defined for crying out loud.  But besides that, there is no way you’re as thin as you are because you chase your kid all day.  That’s ridiculous.  It’s annoying when celebrities say crap like this.  I help out at a daycare twice a week for a few hours and trust me, I haven’t lost an ounce being out there keeping up with 16 kids.  True it’s just for a few hours a week but16 trumps your one, trust me.  I’m just saying.

2.  Unless you’re a hot, single guy my age or someone at least 10 or 15 years older than me, please don’t call me sweetie, honey, sugar, or anything related to that.  I went to buy jeans over the weekend and the sales girls kept saying things like, “Do you have everything you need sweetie?”  “Hon can I get you anything else?”  Now I do realize I’m in the south and that’s part of vocabulary here, but it’s weird coming from someone younger.

3.  Why did the movie 2012 come out this year?  Wouldn’t it be more effective to come out in 2012?  I don’t have any sarcastic, snarky comments about this.  I’m genuinely curious.

4. Ever notice on cop shows people are constantly walking away from the police when they’re being questioned?  Usually they say something like, “If you’ll excuse me I have work to do” and then they leave.  Does this really happen?  I would think that if I was being questioned by police for something I would stay put until they tell me they’re through.  But maybe that’s just me.

5.  Kids. Hear. Everything.  And then they repeat it.  Helping out at this daycare and working with the kids at church, I’m constantly amazed and the things they’re saying.  Not because they’re repeating things that are bad, but because it’s usually the most random stuff that you know their parents never thought they heard.  It’s kind of funny sometimes.  Mostly because they aren’t my kids.

6.  Tyra Banks was on Jay Leno tonight and it reminded me once again just how funny Joel McHale can be on The Soup.  The show is basically him making fun of moments on reality TV (Tyra and The View being two of his favorites to pick on).  But honestly, Tyra just asks for it. I’d be surprised if some part of tonight’s segment isn’t made fun of by Joel. I couldn’t believe he was actually invited on The View as a legitimate guest a little while back.  The first questioned asked was why he makes fun of their show on his.  His response, “Have you seen your show?”  haha  I love it.

*sigh*  I need some new hobbies.

Security Tag, BBQ Sauce, and an Accident

I just got back from a weekend in Independence, Missouri.  I was there with my dad and uncle attending the conference where they presented their research findings that I was helping them with.  Overall the weekend was fun, I met a lot of very nice people, and learned some interesting things.  Plus it was cool to hang out with my dad and uncle for a few days.

We headed straight for the Kansas City airport to pick up my uncle and that’s when I noticed something on my shirt.  See, last week I went clothes shopping.  I know, I know very unusual for me but I’ve been feeling a sort of physical funk I guess.  Anyway, I ended up buying a couple of shirts.  One is white and one is black but otherwise totally identical and both are nicer, more dressy type shirts.  I knew I was going to need to dress up at least two of the days so I brought both along, having worn the white shirt once and never having worn the black one.

Blah, blah, ok.  I get in the back seat where my clothes are hanging and notice that the store security tag is still on my black shirt.  Lovely.  Of course I try ripping it off but if you were capable of doing that the security tag would be pointless.  All I have to do is keep my white shirt clean and just hope it won’t look too bad after a couple of days of wearing it.  Naturally about an hour after I put on the shirt I spilt barbeque sauce right down the front.  Honestly, I rarely ever spill my food on my clothes.  I leave that to Pammy Girl.  But of course I was wearing the white one with no other shirt to change into. Grrr.  This kind of irony happens to me so much it’s almost laughable.  Almost.  Ok, well it is. When I got back to my room I was able to use the handsoap to wash my shirt so it looked as good as new.  No harm, no foul.

But the real event happened Friday afternoon back in Arkansas.  My brother was involved in a car accident while driving my car.  He’s fine, just a little sore, and everyone else involved was fine.  Some car, for reasons unknown to my brother, drove off into the median which caused other drivers to slam on their brakes and swerve into the other lane.  When all was said and done, my brother was at the tail end of a four car pile up.  And here’s the kicker, he was driving my car because last week someone backed into his while he was parked at Office Depot and then they drove away.  So I had told him that he could use mine to transport his equipment to Little Rock for his concert that was on Friday night.car

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I am so grateful that he’s ok, that everyone in the accident is ok, and that though things could have been so much worse, they weren’t.  As it happens, just this week I paid off my car and had received my title.  I don’t know if my car is fixable or not.  I don’t know if my insurance will say it’s totaled or not.  I don’t know if I’ll end up having to buy another car, take out another loan to pay for that car, or even if I’ll ever get a job to pay back on the loan I may have to take out.  But I do know that my car is easily twice as big as his.  And I do know that the frame in the front of my car is a lot stronger than on his.  And while I don’t know exactly what might have happend had he been driving his car, I do know it could have ended very badly.  And knowing this makes me so glad he was in mine.  And besides, at least I can say I was a car owner for a week.

Small Town Findings

Last weekend I decided at the last minute to drive up to Illinois to my sister’s house for a little visit.  She lives in a pretty small town that’s in the middle of nowhere.  At least that’s how it feels to me.  It was great to visit and see my nephew and nieces and I hope I get to go up there again soon now that I’m back living in Arkansas and the drive is only about 7 hours.

There’s a small town store that seems to sell everything from overalls to school supplies – and they even have free popcorn available to everyone that wants it.

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Real catchy name huh?

But these were my two favorite finds:

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This little gem of a T-shirt was nestled in a $1 rack.  If only it had been my size.

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I realize the picture is a bit blury but you’re reading correctly.  It does say Anti Monkey Butt Powder.  And look there’s even a special one for the ladies.  They also had Anti Monkey Butt Whipes if powder isn’t your thing.

So there you have it.  My small town findings that helped to make the trip great…or at least put a smile on my face.

The Bottle of Youth

I overhear the best conversations when I’m out shopping and today was no exceptions (and may be the best to date).  I was at the checkout of a local grocery store standing behind an elderly lady.  She had to have been in her late 70s or possibly even early 80s and was looking pretty good.  I’m not sure what it is about older people and dressing to the nines when out doing mundane errands, but there she was with her hair dyed, full makeup, jewelry and pantsuit.  I on the other hand was sporting a sloppy ponytail with half my hair in my face, Nike sweatpant capris, flip flops, and an old Beatles shirt that I spilt ketchup on.  But I digress.

The cashier gives her the receipt and this is what unfolds:

Cashier: “You saved 80 cents today by using your Fry’s value card.”

Lady (with a joking voice): “Oh, a whole 80 cents.”

Cashier: “Yep, don’t spend it all in once place now.”

Lady (completely serious): “Well I was in here yesterday and bought Vodka.  And orange juice.  So I’m all set on that front.  I won’t be needing to spend any more money anytime soon.”

At that point the cashier, bagger, and myself all exchange a quick glance and tried not to bust up laughing.  Priceless.

Little Surprises

I’ve been wanting to write something for a while now but I’ve been in a rut…again.  I’m STILL unemployed which on one hand is kind of nice because I can do whatever during the day but sucks obviously, because I have no money.  So while my day consists of watching TV, reading, and not much else I’ve tried to see what I can make of that for a post.  So here are my little surprises.  Mostly good with a couple that are deserving of an annoyed sigh and eye roll.

I mention that I watch a lot of TV.  Most of it I actually do online which I’ll get to in a second.  Because I’m trying to save a little money where I can, I don’t have cable.  Which means I get about 4 channels.  The other night I accidentally hit the reset button on my remote and bingo, I magically had 7 new channels.  More than double what I had – WHOO HOO!!  That was a nice little surprise.  Especially when I realized one of the channels was ABC and two others play reruns of Friends, The Simpsons, and King of the Hill so score!  Three of them are Spanish stations with plenty of telenovelas and Sabado Gigante.  This would be an eye roll surprise.

Bless the networks or whoever decided that streaming shows online would be a good idea.  And not just current shows either.  I’ve spent the past week watching old episodes of Judging Amy and Family Ties.  I noticed 21 Jumpstreet is streaming and may have to check that out next.

Wednesday night I’m going to a friend’s wedding reception.  I know there have been posts debating the whole registry idea and while I’m not going to get into it I will say I’m against the registry.  I looked at the stuff they selected and thought oh please.  No one is going to buy you the $800 TV or the Ipod Nano you selected.  But the only things I can really afford on their list are the washclothes and soap dispenser.  I’d rather not get them either.  So I fell back on my favorite (and pretty much only) gift I give which is the gift card.  I thought it would be better to put the gift card in an actual wedding card rather than slipping it to them in line.  Who knew wedding cards are almost as expensive as the gifts themselves??  And they all have these lame, sappy poems in them.  Can’t one just say Happy Wedding and be done with it?  Grrr.  While I resisted going home and pulling out my crayons and making them a card, I did settle by buying the plainest (and let’s face it the ugliest) card I found.

Right now I’m reading Lincoln by Gore Vidal.  Honestly I wasn’t sure I was really going to like this book but the more I read the more I like it.  I can’t believe how ignorant I am when it comes to the Civil War and this presidency.  I mean, hello, I am an American for crying out loud.  You would think I would know more about my nation’s history.  So this has definitely been a good surprise.  The reading and liking part, not my ignorance.

Another good surprise?  Re-discovering naps.  I’ve always been one to say “I wish I could just take a nap” but would never actually do it because I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to sleep at night and then I wouldn’t be able to get up the next day, blah blah and the cycle would go on and on.  Well, now it doesn’t matter since I don’t have to get up if I don’t want to.  I’ve been taking 1-2 hour naps a few times a week and am loving it.

And the biggest suprise of the past couple of weeks?  My sister called, invited and payed for me to come out for a visit this Memorial weekend.  Yeah!  A good surprise and definitely one to look forward to.