I know I should be blogging about the next day in our St. Louis vacation, but I have to make a confession. First, let me start by saying I have never been a person with an addictive personality. I have never smoked, don’t drink much, I have never tried an illegal drug, and taking prescription pain killers make me sick so I can’t get addicted to those either. I have been going along “fat, dumb, and happy” (which is no way to go through life), until my 51st year.
Approximately two months ago, a friend of mine introduced me to the joys of couponing. I have always been one to save money. My mother always taught me to look for the sales. I rarely buy something that isn’t on sale. However, I had never embraced coupons. I would cut out one or two from the Sunday paper, but never did much more. My friend told me about “stacking” and “blinkies” and “tear pads” and so much more! The very first week that she helped me with my coupon clipping, I saved over $100 on my grocery bill. I was hooked.
Don’t get me wrong…I’m not one of those “Extreme Couponers” you see on TV. Those people are the exception, not the rule. I don’t hoard, or over stock my pantry. If I find a really good deal (like the 15 I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butters I just got for .15 each), I will donate it to charity and family members. I only purchase what we will use before the item expires and we can store easily in our home. I sound like I am justifying my addiction doesn’t it? That can’t be a good sign.
I just can’t help getting excited about how much I can save at the store! For example, I recently purchased 22 bottles of Ocean Spray juice (donated most of it), 6 cans of Progresso soup, 35 Hallmark greeting cards, 6 bags of Milk Bone dog treats, miscellaneous fruit and veggies, and my total bill was 14.00! Most weeks I only save about 80.00 of our grocery bill. But when the week comes that I can do so well, I feel so excited. It gives me such a feeling of accomplishment. Then I start looking for my next “fix”. I can’t wait for the Sunday paper, I look on-line each evening at coupons.com to see if there are any new coupons, I love Wednesday when the Publix flyer arrives so I can see what sales I can match with a coupon to save the most money possible. I have a sickness.
Is there a CA (Coupon Anonymous)? Should I even join? Saving money is a good thing. Right? I just need to stop obsessing about saving money. When your sister answers her phone “how much did you save this time?” You know you are calling her too frequently to tell her about your couponing. But I got 35 greeting cards for free! Actually it came out to a 7.00 credit that I used to help pay for other groceries. Sigh.
Well, I have done the first step and admitted that I am addicted to couponing. Do I want to do anything about it? No way…that Sunday paper is only two days away, I can’t stop now!
Most of my friends know that I intensely dislike Disco music. The 70’s weren’t the favorite decade in my life. However, there is one exception to that rule….Donna Summer. I owned every album (yes, I am showing my age), and I played them over and over again.
Today, I have every Donna Summer song on my Ipod. I listen to them over and over. I never seem to tire of “Last Dance,” “On The Radio,” “Hot Stuff,” or “She Works Hard For The Money.” I know all the words and love to sing with her, albeit a little off-key.
I had planned on writing the next part in our St. Louis story yesterday, but felt too sad when heard of Ms. Summer’s passing. It was a little surreal to think she was here in Naples, Florida during her final moments. I heard she loved it here. Our Endless Summer days took a break for 2 straight days this week and it had rained most of the time. Now I know why.
I’m glad she had so many hits that will live on in my Ipod, albums, and perhaps a few 8tracks as well. I am thankful that because of her I do like a little “Disco” now and then. Thank you again Ms. Summer.
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One of Our Favorite Shots from the Garden Friday morning we spent preparing for the party. We began cleaning and decorating and making as much of the food as we could so we wouldn’t be overwhelmed on Saturday. In … Continue reading
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Day 1 and 2 We left for St. Louis on Wednesday in the late afternoon. We arrived around 5:30pm and were welcomed by our Brother-in-law who had only been home from Afghanistan for about 1 week. We were also welcomed … Continue reading
If people had “Check Engine Lights” mine would be on. I think it is my memory chip that is causing the light to illuminate. However, the mechanic will have to connect me to their computer to know for sure what is going on with my engine.
Some of the symptoms of the problem include strange noises coming from my joints when I try to stand up from a sitting position or when I crouch down to put away things, inability to finish complete sentences, loss of knowledge (I used to be able to add and subtract simple numbers in my head or remember recent history), and problems with my GPS (I have driven to work by mistake on a Saturday or totally forget where I am going when I get in the car). I’m not sure what is causing my inability to remember why I left one room and went into another until I go back to the first room. However, when I leave that room and go into the other the problem returns (this is a real Catch 22).
My engine can’t get as far as it used to without sputtering and dying. I can’t stay up past 9pm anymore. I used to be just going out on the town at 9pm. Maybe a tune-up would help.
It definitely cost more to fill my tank. I used to be able to eat Cheetos for breakfast and be full most of the day. Now I eat oatmeal and fresh fruit and get hungry again at 10:00am.
My headlights must be going dimmer because I can’t see as well at night as I used to. Actually, I find myself not wanting to drive at night at all anymore and just stay home reading a book and drinking a lovely glass of wine.
I guess I don’t really need to find out why my “check engine” light is on, I know the answer. I can’t imagine a car on the road for 50+ years wouldn’t have some engine problems. I am just glad I’m still on the road after all this time. I should forget about fixing my “check engine” light and maybe just go get one of the cool “antique/vintage car” tags for myself.
I am still stinging from the death of Davy Jones. I feel as though a part of my youth is gone. I always had hopes of seeing The Monkees in concert. I even had tickets a long time ago, but something came up and I couldn’t attend. Now there will never be another reunion concert.
Davy Jones always seemed to see the world in a good light. I didn’t know him personally, but I never saw him without a smile or a good word in any interview or video. He had talent and sang lovely songs. However, he gets very little press at his death. Other so-called stars get hours and hours of air time at his or her death. But their come-back tours are filled with forgetting lyrics through a drugged-induced haze. On the contrary, Monkees reunion tours were fun-filled with happy memories for the audience. Their songs are wonderful to listen to and I still have several on my Ipod today. I can’t get through a workout if I don’t listen to “Last Train To Clarksville.”
Even if the news media quickly forgot you, I will continue to do the “Monkee” walk down the street while singing “Here We Come…Walkin’ Down the Street….” And I will get the funniest looks from most everyone I meet.
Here’s to Davy Jones, you always made me smile