A Great Sale

Why is it that I always find the need to tell everyone the price I pay for my great shopping finds? For example yesterday I went to "Old Gravy" and got two pair of pants for $4 each along with several other great finds (see I can't keep from talking about the deal). After leaving the store I called Rabid and my family. I told them of my great purchases and suggested that they go check it out. So, am I just bragging about the jackpot I hit? I'd like to think that I am calling to spread the word so others can benefit. I don't know. I guess it is possible that I am one of those people who have to brag about everything. It is hard not to brag when you are as great as me! :)

Holding My Breath

I sit here on a recess break at my place of employment (teaching 2nd grade) holding my breath. My class, which has been one of the most difficult in 10 years, is being incredibly wonderful. How long can this continue? What is the cause of the good behavior? Did I do something? Are they just tired from all of the holiday hype?
I don't know exactly what to think. I almost don't dare move. This is all too good to be true. Maybe I am just a pessimist but the bottom is bound to fall out anytime!

Male Combat Cleaner

So, if you are an avid reader of rabidrunner you will know about Combat Cleaning. If you are not here is a brief introduction. Combat cleaners will get started cleaning, usually in the evening, and can't stop. This is most often done by women and often happens when there is a frustration brewing. With that being said I have a great story for everyone.

My dear hubby has been having trouble lately with a stuffy nose. He is always complaining that he is getting headaches. I told him it was probably because our bedroom has gotten really dusty. I also informed him that he is welcome to clean it. I didn't feel like it especially considering I had just had a bought with the stomach flu and being pregnant ended up in the hospital for I.V'.s. So he decided that he would. The next thing I know he has the vacuum out and is doing some serious Combat Cleaning. Under the bed, behind the dressers, the ceiling fan etc. It was so funny I had to share. I ran downstairs and called rabid. I was laughing so hard I could hardly explain the situation to her. Then I went up to get the camera to catch the moment forever. I found I couldn't get the camera because he had progressed to the office. It was great!

So the moral of the story is: Get pregnant, sick, or heck just fake something. Then make sure you have let something get dirty that will bother your loved one. You never know, he/she just might surprise you and do a little Combat Cleaning!

Rabid Shopper

For those of you who know what rabidrunner looks like, beware if you see her at the store. For the rest of you who aren't sure, best of luck I hope you never run into her at the grocery store.

Why am I adding this warning to my blog? The reason for this is because I have experienced her rabidness first hand while at a visit to the local supermarket. She is extremely dangerous with a shopping cart. I witnessed her run one man to the edge of the aisle and force him to wreck into the thing-a-majig that is used to display the batteries, nearly knocking it over. Shortly after that I observe her decide to gander at something in the freezer display. Instead of setting her cart politely next to her, she pushes it off into the middle of the aisle leaving a trap for other shoppers who might unexpectedly round the corner and slam into it. Fortunately this time all others in the store were spared any further accidents. I felt like I was a witness to operation shock and awe.

So, please remember, if you see her pull into the shopping center you have been warned. Avoid her or better yet return later to complete your shopping experience in saftey!

Check Out The Goods

So, if you read rabidrunner you know that the Yahoo growing inside of me is a boy! I figured I would take this chance to show everyone his male parts before he can be embarrassed by my actions.

To the right of the photo is his hind end. Look directly to the left and there is the package. Above the words It's A Boy you are seeing a leg. Hopefully this makes sense.

I have also included a photo of the Yahoo's profile.

Can I Borrow?--Part 2

So, if you haven't read part 1 of this little saga you must refer to Can I Borrow? Found in July. You can't truly appreciate this event without the background,

So, the male and female from part 1 of this saga moved to a new residence about 30 miles away. You might think that would end the drama. Oh, No! Before their departure they were aware that my dear hubby had recently opened a small used car dealership. Of course, they wanted him to pick them up a minivan from the auction for a price that would never be possible. But, business is business and my husband was "forced" to tell them that what they were looking for would never come through at that low of a price. Hello, this is an auction not a miracle shop! Anyway, they ended up purchasing another neighbors older, used minivan. The hubby and I didn't want to know any of the details we avoid all situations with them when possible. Note: this purchase was made the first of September.

Yesterday I come home from work to find my hubby listening to a voicemail with a smirk on his face. Upon finishing the message. He tells me that the former male neighbor called to ask for the hubbies help. The male's message stated that the previous owners of the minivan want their plates removed from the van and returned. Yes, you guessed it they haven't registered it. The male wanted my hubby to work more magic and help him get the licensing and a temporary tag for a "better price". Which knowing this couple they would be most happy if somehow the magic included them paying no taxes or registration fees or better yet if someone else paid it for them. (The best part is they are always needing favors because they're broke, but they pay $800 a month to send their 1st grader to private school.) I saw true joy in the face of my dear one when he said, "I am 'forced' to tell him there are two things in life you can't avoid Death and Taxes. Sorry, can't help you."

Scare/Scar the Kiddies

My poor future Yahoos. My hubby and I find such pleasure in giving the children a scare. Maybe this will change for me when our Yahoos have nightmares, but I don't think my hubby will change. For example Rabid and her Yahoos came for dinner and games on Monday. While eating dessert my dear one takes our wooden, Tongan tribal mask off the wall. It is a well known fact that Yahoo #2 is terrified of it. He brings the mask in and frightens #2. I find this wildly amusing. Of course we are fine with it, we are sending the Yahoo home with Rabid who was minus Spouse for a few days. It doesn't stop with just one scare we repeatedly try to frighten the Yahoos. Then, as Rabid is trying to leave, I send the hubby out one more time to scare them while pulling away in the dark! I guess this further explains why I love the Halloween season.