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It’s sad when one finds amusement in little jagged-edged colorful clippings. Every week I challenge myself to see how much I can save, and the more I save, the better I feel. Some women shop for shoes, but since my pregnant cankles are here to stay for the next month or so, in my book, a BOGO and a manufacturer’s coupon beats any DSW friends and family sale.

Seriously, why is there a “mental hurrah” behind saving a buck or two? Is there a Freudian theory that can be connected to this new obsession…?

Yes, today is Monday. It’s another one of those, “Where is my cup of hot joe so I can burn my mouth, days.” And I’m not talking the gardener or the pool guy either. Of course, to have a “Joe” I’d have to have a feasible garden or a pool (other than the blow up kind). Again, sadly I do not. You, on the other hand, might. If so, your Monday may be going better than mine. I’m sending you a virtual clap, that is if you don’t already have the real one from “Joe”. I digress, as this is a family show…

Read more on Motivated Mondays — I Wear no Pants…

Look, there’s no revelation or light bulb that goes off. When you are pregnant, irrational thoughts such as “I don’t know why World War II couldn’t have been solved with a slice of chocolate cake and a pint of Chubby Hubby” constantly bombard what is left of your sanity. For some with a rotund belly, they dream of donuts or funnel cakes… under a blanket of powdered sugar. And yes, sometimes that blanket of powdered sugar also gets put on those fried delights as well. Given the circumstances I am craving toast; I think it started with this…

Read more I Am Toast…

This week the sales were measly…at best. Sadly, we are out of a lot of things. Poor planning, on my part, has left us sans our usual hearty stash of Juicy Juice and Madison has had to resort to soy milk and water to accompany her meals; honestly, that’s not a bad thing in my book. Last week, of course, Juicy Juice was BOGO at Publix, but I was too caught up in searching for my Dove’s Men’s Body Wash that I forgot the essentials. We’ll be munching on bread crumbs, and begging on the corner with a tin can, but hubby is going to be squeaky clean with an extra sporty scent.

Read more on Day 5 — (My Bread and Butter)…

Ever wonder why the late-70′s one-hit-wonder band, Chic, kept repeating that chorus over and over…and over again? Sure, they were talking about a crazy herky-jerky dance move, but if you’re a parent and you’ve emotionally freaked…yes, it’s pretty much the same. Minus the bass guitar and backup singers of course.

Read more on Freak Out……