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"American Woman!" Said in not so nice a way.....to me....by Hubby..... Guess why? Because I didn't cook rice with dinner last night. I cooked potatoes. Who cooks rice WITH potatoes? Not me. And last night, we had potatoes. But apparently, I was reminded yet again,  "There must be rice with every meal!" Damn Caribbean Boy. He grew up with rice, or rice and beans with every meal. But he knew when he married me I was not a cook. I have come a looooong way since then , but apparently I still don't always get it right. It is true, we haven't had rice with a meal in a  few days...4 days without rice, I believe.  And apparently that is just one too many days without rice. So, tonight, rice, with something I don't know yet. Maybe even rice and beans. Because I don't want 'American Woman' to mean 'Can't cook worth shit' anymore. 

Finally feeling almost like normal.... the perfect time to feature Disturbed . Down With The Sickness . Because I was so, so sick last week. So sick I didn't feel at all like myself. I could do nothing, but sleep and feel rotten. The sickness...a cold. I know, that doesn't sound like much. A cold. Big whoop. But dang. This cold.....wiped. me. out. No packing, sorting, planning. No re-stocking the booth, no promoting, no work of any kind.  At all. The most I could muster for several days was cooking, and even then I had to sit down in the middle of it and rest. Several times. Weak, dizzy, congested, coughing, and the headaches! It brought me to tears. And it also brought my daughter to tears. We were the only ones who got sick. And thus, Hubby and son were the ones who bore the brunt of our illness.  source This could be why they both suggested this song, after I asked for some inspiration because even though I am feeling better, I still was havin

source  via Pinterest 'Think outside the box'   Yeah, right! Until all you do is try to fit your life inside boxes. Which is what you have to do when you move, which we are. All I do is figure out how to fit my life in to boxes!  How can I think outside the box?!?!?! Perhaps my goal should be this: source I am sick to death of boxes.  I may just get rid of them all!

Thank goodness the rain waited until this morning to come. But cleaning up the leftover moving sale stuff was a bit miserable this morning. Cold, windy, wet. source It is said that in this song, Creedence Clearwater Revival use a metaphor of the rain to speak about seemingly endless times of confusion and misery. That is how I feel after 3 long days of the sale, and weeks of preparation for the sale, and now at least another couple days dealing with the leftovers from the sale.  Seemingly endless times of confusion (what to keep, what to donate, what to try to sell) , and misery (the weather, being outside in cold temps, wind, and rain all weekend, and dealing with 'customers' who want something for nothing, and then a discount on top of that, and when we did not give in to their demands, they left not buying anything!!), and then today the rainy wind while we cleaned up the leftovers just added to it. So, I wonder, who'll stop the rain? When will I be able

The million dollar question. One that inevitably creeps into your head when you are preparing for a yard sale.  But even worse when hubby puts on Hoarders and refuses to change the channel for 3 hours. 2nd-Hand Tips You are going through all your worldly belongings, when questions like, "Do I really need 2 bundt pans?" enter your brain. Have I ever baked 2 cakes at the same time? Of course not! So the logical answer is,  "NO!, I really don't need 2 bundt pans!!"  Then, the thought creeps in, "But maybe I should save one for my daughter who someday might want to bake a bundt cake...." Hoarder. bestnatesmithever.tumbler.com After you have convinced yourself it is really ok to have only one bundt pan, you move on to more difficult things. Like collections of things hubby has been collecting for a gazillion years, each one painstakingly selected, researched, and purchased, then lovingly taken care of move after move after move.  With so