A Little Shady

If you know me in real life, you know that I am a straight-up crazy person, with a boat-load of quirks.

This picture will prove it.

Folks, what you see in the little cubby hole in the SKY is four pairs of sunglasses.

Keep in mind there are only two seats in the SKY.

That black pair on the right belongs to McDaddy.

Those other three?

MINE.

I am a crazy person when it comes to sunglasses. Before I had Lasek surgery, I never bought sunglasses because I had to wear eyeglasses. Since having Lasek surgery in 2006, sunlight really bothers me. Sunglasses are a necessity. In the past seven years, I have probably bought twelve pairs of sunglasses. The only problem is, I never have a pair when I need them.

Or, maybe I should say, I never have a pair that I like. I have purchased sunglasses that I now hate. Either they are too dark, or not dark enough. Too tight on my head, or so loose I can’t keep them in place. If I find a pair that I really like, I buy more than one pair. In fact, when I found the last pair of sunglasses that I really liked (the second pair from the left in the picture) at Dollar General, I bought two pair. Then, I went back a week later and bought a third pair because somehow one of the arms got bent and they no longer fit my fat head.

Then, last year I was in Dress Barn and found a pair similar to those pictured above, except they had rhinestones on them. And I am a firm believer that anything good can be great if you add some bling to it. (On the far left in the first picture).

I will never EVER so long as I shall live purchase a pair of those crazy oversized sunglasses that the celebrities wear. Nor will I purchase the aviator style sunglasses. While in Jacksonville recently, I purchased two more pair of the blinged-out sunglasses at the Dress Barn outlet. Less than an hour later, I walked into a Fossil outlet and purchased two more pairs of blinged-out glasses that I liked even better than the Dress Barn sunglasses.

That’s four pairs of sunglasses in less than an hour.

When McDaddy drew his eyebrows down after finding out about the second two pairs, I quickly offered to return the first two pairs. And that’s what I did.

My goal was to have a pair of glasses in each vehicle.

And if you know us personally, you know that is not a small task, because though McDaddy is not a hunter, a fisher, a drinker, or a smoker, he is a car FREAK. We have a total of five vehicles. But we are rarely ever in his 1981 Vintage Buick so that means I would need four pairs of sunglasses.

Which I do have.

The only problem is they often (by some strange twist of fate) end up in the same vehicle and I’m left standing around telling McDaddy I have no idea what happens to all of my sunglasses.

But now I know.

Seems shady to me that four pairs of glasses could all end up in the same car.

At least now I know where to look when I need a pair.

OCD with a Side of Crazy

I’ve mentioned more than once that I have a slight - slight - case of OCD. I have no idea when or how I discovered this fact, but I think it’s safe to say, (in the words of Lady GagGag), that I was born this way. It’s no secret that I have a truck-load of quirks, (Remember, I did work in jail!) and I operate best when everything is in its place.

I was standing in line at the grocery store a few days ago, when it dawned on me that I am all kinds of crazy. When the cashier handed cash back to me, I turned it all the same direction before filing it – in denominational order – in my wallet. The gal behind me let out a loud sigh that told me she didn’t appreciate me standing at the register a mere fourteen seconds while I took care of my business.

She’s lucky I had my Women of Faith t-shirt on, or I might have given her a piece of my mind.

(I’m just keeping it real, here.)

 

Over the years, McDaddy has learned to adapt – and even embraces – my quirks.

Well, most of them, anyway.

He does not however, embrace my love of lighting elements.

1. When I’m at home, I like the front door to be open (saying WELCOME!) and all the lights to be on. McDaddy (God love him!) is a firm believer in energy and HVAC conservation, and prefers the doors and blinds closed and the lights off. (We go round and round every single time he turns off a light in the room I’m in.)

2. I never, ever sleep in socks. In fact, I don’t even really like socks. It would thrill me to wear flip-flops 365 days a year.

3. And speaking of shoes, I rarely EVER go barefoot outside. When I see people at theme parks and public places without shoes, it makes me cringe because that is straight-up nasty.

4. I prefer to drink soda from a COLD 20 ounce bottle. It is my belief that when a soda sits in a fridge for any amount of time, it loses fizz or flavor (usually both!) and is gross. On any given day, there are three or four 20 oz. bottles of coke in the fridge that have about three swigs left. I pretty much have to make myself drink those, and usually gag doing it.

5. As a general rule, I never, ever buy generic cereal or poptarts.

6. Canned foods are lined up with labels facing forward in the cupboards. Same with drinking glasses. I’m pretty sure it’s a sickness.

7.  I hate to see numbers on my badge APPs on my iPhone. When my voicemail badge has a number by it, I have to erase it or it drives me crazy crazier. I rarely ever have WWF plays waiting on me because I can’t stand seeing the number notification on there.

8. I make my bed as soon as I get out of it in the morning. It is something I’ve done for many, many years.

Yes, my freak flag flies high some days.

9. I am the bookkeeper for Stevie’s baseball team. I am pretty particular about the book. Recently, one of the dads kept the book until I could make it to the game from an appointment. Y’all! HE USED A FRIGGIN PEN. Once I got home, I ripped the pages out and recopied them in my writing, WITH A PENCIL. Because of that, there is a running joke among the baseball parents that I am OCD about the book. A fact that I do not deny.

10. It is difficult impossible for me to STAY FOCUSED on any one thing for long periods of time. That fact, makes that baseball book a tough gig at times. It is also the main reason I am up so late every night. I sit down with my laptop at 10 PM thinking I can crank a blog post out in a reasonable amount of time, and lo and behold, the iPhone starts to ding with every Words With Friends play, and that number shows up on the badge APP, and then I make the plays, return to the blog post and then discover another episode of Dance Moms or DCC Making the Team on the DVR, and then the next thing you know it is midnight and I’m over on Facebook nosing in somebody’s bidness.

It is interesting to note that I am writing this very sentence at 1:12 AM.

11. I have about 213 pairs of sunglasses. I wore glasses and/or contacts for many years, so I never purchased sunglasses. After LASEK surgery though, I became a sunglasses buying fool. Although I have several [read: A LOT] pairs of sunglasses, I rarely have a pair when I need them because I often forget and leave every single pair in the same vehicle glove box. That fact drives this crazy OCD gal nuts.

Believe me, I could go on-and-on because my crazy spans for miles, but it’s late and Dance Moms – The Reunion is on, not to mention I’m up to 839 words and y’all are probably bored to tears, so I’ll stop now.

Care to share a quirk?

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum

Some time ago, McDaddy mentioned that the Jeep Club had been invited to participate in a flashlight tour of a lunatic asylum located about 10o miles from our house. Being the freakweird person that I am, I immediately said, “We should go!” On Friday afternoon we said goodbye to the kids, grabbed our overnight bag (yes, I said overnight! WOOHOO!) and headed to the loony bin. I have a psychology degree, and I knew this would be right up my alley. We’d be like modern-day ghost busters, only not, because I don’t believe in ghosts.

We stopped for a quick dinner with the Jeep peeps before making the short drive to the massive, historical building known as the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum.

We were taken into a meeting room and issued certificates of commitment. McDaddy’s reason for commitment was ‘bad company” and my reason for commitment was “Over action of the mind.”

Oh shoot. If they only knew.

Luckily, I had the good sense to look at the lunatic asylum website before we left. I discovered that there would be no lights and no heat. We met our tour guide and he lead us up four flights of wooden stairs. Since the web-site reports apparition sightings, unexplainable voices and sounds, and other paranormal activity at the Asylum, I had no idea what to expect. The tour guide gave us a glimpse into the care and treatment of the patients and even shared how some of them died within the walls of the massive historical structure.  THEN. Then, as we entered the first ward, the tour guide shared a story about a guy that died in a treatment room named Frank. He did a ‘flashlight’ session with our group and somehow, the flashlight that sat in the middle of the floor went on and off three different times as our guide asked “Frank” or “the ghost of Frank” questions. While I have no earthly idea how that flashlight turned on and off like it did, I don’t believe for one second that it had anything at all to do with a ghost, regardless of claims such as this one:

I enjoyed touring the different wards and hearing about some of the patients that inhabited the facility. Even though we froze our butts off during the tour (it is November in West Virginia), I enjoyed the information that was shared with us. I had to wonder though if we were being exposed to asbestos though because the paint is peeling from every surface and most of the floor tiles are disturbed and cracked. We heard tall tales about ghost sightings and paranormal activity, but aside from the flashlight nonsense, we didn’t witness any of it for ourselves, which is just fine with me, because hello? Paranormal Activity on the television scared the soup out of me for weeks.

If you ever have the opportunity to visit West Virginia, you should definitely visit the loony bin. It is quite the experience, especially in the dark, in the middle of November and more especially with a tour guide who believes paranormal activity, is normal. In its hay day, the 262,000 square-foot structure was no doubt a beautiful building with inspiring architecture. McDaddy and I both agreed we’d enjoy the historical heritage tour offered at the asylum.

The creepy, historical Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum.

Wasn’t Me!

I am sitting on my big, blue, bloggy couch with my knee propped up. McDaddy and I are watching Desperate Housewives and I am freezing. Just after McDaddy grabbed a blanket, I mentioned that maybe we should turn the ceiling fans off. He then told me some kind of nonsense about the fans pushing hot air from the ceiling down toward us which makes entirely no sense to me, because surely the fans are circulating air around, but hey, what do I know?

I thought it might be fun to tell you about all the things I didn’t do this weekend because that would be a lot better than what I actually did.

1. It most certainly was not me who while merrily walking to my van did a faceplant on the driveway Saturday evening.

2. And I have not been hobbling around whining about my shattered kneecap ever since.  I was not not the least bit concerned about my knee because my knee is insured, but, the iPhone, um, not so much.

3. I am not the type of person who would unscrew the bath & body soap pump on the left hand sink in our bathroom to pour some of the soap into the pump sitting on the right hand sink just so the soap pumps would have the same amount in them.

Quirks, anyone?

4. It wasn’t me who swarped like a crazy person last week in an attempt to get some junk moved out of the McResidence before Christmas and transferred to our neighborhood “Goodwill” place. 

5. I have not walked into each of those rooms several times for the sole purpose of admiring my work because clearly I have better things to do with my time.

6. I have not been agonizing over the annual McFamily Christmas letter the past few days because it is perfectly acceptable for me to wait until the last minute to get it done.

7. After arriving home one evening last week to find the front door open and the living room lights on, I did not enter the house ready to go all ‘Jackie Chan’ on an intruder.

8. Y’all know I’m a morning person, so there’s no way I’m counting down the days until Friday where I’ll have nine glorious days to sleep late WITHOUT interruption from my stupid alarm clock.

9. And, finally, it is not me who has made a solemn pledge to trudge through two years worth of blog posts to replace pictures that are no longer showing up on my blog because things like that do NOT bother me in the least.

How ’bout you? What did you NOT do this weekend?

My OCD sent me a thank you card today

I am an organizer by nature.

Which is funny because my the stuff in my head is anything but organized, as is obvious if you’ve spent any amount of time around here.

That’s not to say that my house is always organized and tidy. It means instead, that I just function better when things are as they should be. For that reason, I spent two hours cleaning out my closet yesterday. I’ve walked into the closet several times today just to look at it and smile.

In fact, my OCD sent me a thank you card today.

After that, I purged 14 pairs of shoes and STILL have more shoes than any one person (myself included!) needs.

Next, I changed purses because that’s what I do when the wind blows I get bored.

Next on my list is cleaning out the kids’ dresser drawers and closets. We have more than several shirts and pants that need to be removed and placed in the “to be sold at Lil’ Lambs” tote because they are two inches too short for either kid. Truth be told I could rid my closet of several pants and shirts because, you know, our dryer enjoys shrinking my britches. But we won’t even go there because McDaddy insists there is absolutely nothing wrong with our dryer. Ahem.

And speaking of McDaddy, he called me yesterday and I thought maybe he had hit his head on something because he mentioned the words sell and jeep in the same sentence.

I’ll give you a minute to let that sink in.

It took me a bit to gather my thoughts because HOLY CRAP! my man must of lost his mind.

After a minute or so I discovered he was in favor of selling the jeep if, and only if, we could buy a wrangler that a friend of his has for sale.

Wellalrightythen, let’s see. Selling one heap to buy another heap.

Hum. A wrangler is no doubt cooler than a Cherokee, but it is still a heap nonetheless. A few months ago, a friend of McDaddy’s left his jeep at our house and we decided to take it out one evening. We took the top and the doors off and away we went. While dancing along with my iPod (which was blaring through the speakers) to Rob Bass (a little Joy and Pain), I got all wild and crazy and the next thing I knew my shoe flew off my foot and bounced down the highway.

One thing is certain if McDaddy decides to purchase another heap. Fun topless times are sure to follow.

It amuses me that this post started out about my mad organization skills and then took a u-turn into a post about the heap and the heap, part two.

Obviously, rambling works for me!

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Inmates, Embalming, and Minding Your Own Business

Over in my side-bar I have a Feedjit box that tells me who’s visiting, where they came from, and how they arrived.

I often chuckle at the things that people search for on Google. Don’t get me wrong, I am one of those people. I Google frequently and have no problem admitting that I look for lots of things over there. My favorite thing to Google is myself. My last trip to Google Lane revealed a federal lawsuit where I was named as a defendant and a jail inmate was named as the plaintiff.

I had a good laugh about it, especially since the suit was dropped by the court system. I was sued several times during my five years in jail, so it wasn’t a big surprise.

I thought it would be fun to share the things people are searching for at Google when they show up here at my doorstep.

London, England arrived from google.co.uk on “Ghetto Martha Stewart” by searching for martha stewart of the ghetto.

  • What’s up, London? First, I’d like to say welcome. Second I’d just like to point out that Martha Stewart spent some time in a federal prison in Alderson, West Virginia, though I can’t imagine that’s anything like the ghetto. Not sure if you hit pay dirt with your search, but I’m sorry to say I don’t have any knowledge of Martha being in the ghetto.

Milwaukee, Wisconsin arrived from google.com on “What I Learned At The Funeral Home” by searching for watch a person being embalmed

  • Hello Milwaukee, I once visited your fine state when McDaddy took me to The Mall Of America for our 10th Anniversary. We enjoyed a beautiful weekend in Minneapolis and took a drive into Wisconsin just to say we had been there. It’s a sad shame y’all couldn’t have gotten the MOA gig. I’m sure that joint brings quite a few visitors to Minnesota annually. I had a big-eyed time there and will never forget the weekend we spent together, or the beautiful Sunday afternoon drive we took in Wisconsin while we were there. But enough about the Mega Mall. As far as the ‘watching a person being embalmed’ thing, I must point out that not everyone is cut out for the ‘watching an embalming gig’. It is disturbing, to put it mildly. First of all, you must get past the inital shock of seeing a dead body. I must admit I hadn’t fully prepared myself for that part upon arrival. Next, there’s the blood. Lots and lots of blood. If you are the least bit squeamish about weird smells and blood, you might want to consider doing something else. After that there is the whole trocar needle thing which you can read about in detail here. If after reading that mess, you think you’d like to watch an embalming, have at it. And if you DO end up watching, I’d love to hear what you think.

Perris, California arrived from google.com on “Bloggity Fun – From Inmates to Playdates” by searching for funny items to send inmates.

  • Hi there, Perris. How are things in Cali? I remember a song from back in the day that says, “I’m going back to Cali, Cali, Cali, I’m going back to Cali, no I don’t think so.” Do you ever sing that song? I’ve been to Cali and I’d love to get back there some time, so we’ll see. Where was I? Oh, the funny items to send to inmates thing, the first thing you should know is that most items you send to inmates will not be given to your inmate because people have a tendency to send things like, oh, I don’t know shanks, and drugs, and escape tools, oh my. So, your best bet is to send a money order so that your inmate can buy some things from the commissary. Thanks for stopping by FITP, Inc.

Henderson, Texas arrived from google.com on “Wet T-Shirt Contest” by searching for wet tshirt post.

  • Henderson, Henderson, Henderson, I’m sure you were disappointed when you discovered that my wet t-shirt post isn’t at all what you were looking for. We’re just a group of Christian girls at a Ladies retreat who played a game that included thawing a wet t-shirt that had been frozen solid and putting it on faster than the other team. I must say though the words wet and t-shirt have sent many a nosey pervert person my way. Just kidding, just kidding. Kinda.

Dothan, Alabama arrived from google.com on “From Inmates to Playdates” by searching for cute inmate blog.

  • Hi Dothan. I’m so glad you stopped by. Cute inmate blog, huh? Well, that’s flattering, if in fact you were looking for my cute little inmate blog, From Inmates To Playdates, only it’s not so much an inmate blog. Still, I’ll take the traffic regardless.. I hope it was me you were looking for because I can’t hardly imagine there is another crazy person out there some other person that has a ‘cute inmate blog’. Thanks for looking me up.

Carrollton, Texas arrived from google.com on “Nosiness” by searching for what does the bible say about nosiness?

  • Oh Carrollton, if there is one thing I know, it’s that God never meant for us to be nosey. In fact, you need only to look at 1 Thessalonians 4:11 – “Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you”  Ahem! That’s all I’ve got to say about that.

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My Humble Opinion

I am thankful for the opportunity to sleep in for the next two mornings.

My alarm clock is nothing but an aggravation.

Thanks to Columbus and all of his hard work our school district has the day off from school. I would also like to thank whomever is responsible at the school board for the decision to make Tuesday a day off for students as well. Finally, the school board did something that made sense (if you can believe that!) and gave us two days in a row off from school. I will totally enjoy sleeping late.

McDaddy has a 4-wheelin’ excursion planned for this evening so I’ll more than likely have some interesting blog fodder tomorrow. After I sleep late again, of course.

I am hoping with everything in me that no one decides to call my house early in the AM.

It is my belief that unless you are dead or calling about someone who is dead,  you should not be calling my house before 9:00 A.M.

For some reason though, not everyone shares my belief.

I have very strong opinions about a lot of things.

GASP.

Y’all know I’m crazy, right?

In my humble opinion,

  • All gas pumps should come equipped with hand sanitizer.
  • It should be illegal for soda companies to charge more for a 20 ounce soft drink than they do for an entire 2-liter.
  •  Retailers should not be allowed to put one single solitary Christmas item out before Halloween.
  • Vanilla products should be outlawed.
  • Stores should do away with their ‘special reward cards’ and just drop their prices a tiny bit. Those cards take up way to much room in my wallet.
  • Stores like ‘The Wal-Mart’ that are equipped with 30 checkout lanes should be required to keep at least half of them open at all times.
  • Alcohol should not be sold at The Chuck E. Cheese.
  • Movie previews should only be permitted during a movie if they are rated the same or less than the movie being shown.
  • It is in your best interest to Google yourself frequently.
  • The Saturn Sky is the sexiest car ever manufactured.
  • Negative people on ‘The Facebook’ are annoying. So are the people who broadcast every single detail of their day.
  • The movie, The Town was really good but had some serious language in it.
  • This is the cutest chair ever and it’s going to be a long 4-6 weeks waiting for it to arrive.

Believe me when I say that this is only a partial list. For every one thing you see listed here, there are at least thirty more I could have posted here.

Happy Columbus Day, y’all.

Open Letter To The Lady On The Tram

I found this in my Drafts Folder from July. This crazy has been brewing for two months.

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To: The Rude Lady At Busch Gardens

From: The Hot, Tired Mama With Two Small Boys

Date: Today

RE: You’re Rude Self

Dear Rude Lady,

Last Wednesday evening, my husband, my two boys and myself spent a gloriously hot day at Busch Gardens. We stayed until the park closed and then made our way to the park entrance. We joined the crowd of people waiting for the tram to take us from the park entrance to our car. We were hot and tired and in need of something cold to drink.

My little family was next in line to board the Tram in Row #5 when you and your rude friend shot out of  your line (#4) and into our seats in row five.

Do you not realize there are designated rows for a reason?

That means that each waiting row is designated for a corresponding row on the tram.

But I suspect you knew that already.

You just CHOSE not to follow the rules.

Our sweet boys couldn’t understand why someone would ‘skip line’ when we had talked all day about waiting our turn and being polite and I couldn’t understand why you couldn’t have waited, oh, I don’t know, 45 seconds for the next tram.

And the funny thing is, you never said ONE WORD during the incident. Even when the joker in charge of the tram had the nerve to tell McDaddy and I that we’d have to HOLD OUR KIDS ON OUR LAP because there were not enough seats for all of us in our row, you and your friend/daughter? stared straight-ahead without saying one single word.

Then, when I blurted out that you that you and your rude friend needed to scoot over because you jumped in front of us, again, you sat tight-lipped, looking straight ahead and did not move an inch.

Are you freakin’ kidding me?

After a hot, tiring day, the last thing I wanted to do was tangle with you and your rude self.

If you happen to be perusing the internet today and come across this letter, you should know that you made a fool out of your self all in the name of arriving at your car a full minute sooner than you would have if you had followed the rules. You are a bully and I’d be willing to bet you’ve spent your life throwing  your weight around with zero regard for rules or the decency to do the right thing. I’d be willng to bet that eventually you’ll cross paths with someone who will kick your trash. Either that or you’ll end up in an 8×8 cell making collect calls home about your next visitation.

You might want to think about your behavior before its too late.

Sincerely,

An Ex-Jail Counselor

Have You Seen My Bags?

They appeared out of nowhere.

Totally uninvited.

They are dark. They are overbearing. And they would not under any circumstances, go away no matter how big a fit I threw and believe me if there’s one thing I know, it’s how to throw a fit.

Throw it. Pitch it. Toss it. To really do a fit justice, there must be a verb involved.

Fit or not, the dark circles stayed.

I’ve powdered. Plastered. Lotioned. Wiped. Brushed. Waxed. And rubbed.

Nothing helped until I showed up for battle armed with,

the bomb-diggity.

I’ve been fighting dark circles under my eyes for a number of years. I’m telling you folks, the mid late thirties mean business. Things are happening to my body at an alarming rate and some days it is hard to keep up. My hair is turning gray. I have unexplained pains.

My eyes, among other things, sag. Ahem.

May I introduce you to Arbonne’s RE9 Corrective Eye Cream.

The Arbonne catalog says: Visible firming, moisturizing and corrective benefits that are so immediate, you won’t believe your eyes! Reduces the appearance of dark circles and puffiness, while beneficial RE9 elements are transported to protect and repair the delicate tissue around the eye. ( .60 oz./17 g ) Price: $55.00.

While $55.00 may seem a little steep, I have to say that I have used this bottle for months and the bottle is still over half full. I actually unscrew the lid and dab 4 or 5 dots (actual dots – very small dots) on my ring finger to dab on my eyes. The squirter sends the stuff spewing out and at $55.00 a pop, I can’t afford to waste any of it. Humph, maybe I should dab the excess on my thighs.

The dark circle under my right eye is gone and the circle under my left eye, is almost gone. If I were waging a bet, I’d say it’s because I always do the right eye first. Perhaps I need to shake things up and do lefty first next week. In addition to that, the skin under my eyes is so soft. I actually looked in the mirror yesterday and said, “My bags are gone!”

In just three easy steps, your bags can be gone, too.

1. Dab a few dots on your ring finger.

2. Gently dab the cream under each eye.

3. Watch your bags disappear.

Arbonne’s costly RE9 Corrective Eye Cream works like a charm.

And if you try it, you won’t believe your eyes!

The crazy gets the best of me sometimes…

It’s time for another award-winning edition of What I Learned This Week.

Not that I’ve ever actually won any awards, but shoot, in today’s world of cyber awards anything, and I mean ANYTHING is possible.

After all, who would have thought when I first started this blog back in November, 2008, that less than two years later, I’d actually have more than two people (McDaddy and my mother-in-law) who actually come back here day after day to read my mindless rambling. I so appreciate all eight of y’all who pop in daily for a daily dose of crazy.

My crazy flag flies high some days.

In between the bouts of crazy, I learned a few things this week. I’m thinking this rainy day calls for some assistance from the list.

1. When you have the gut feeling that your sweet boys should not be running around like crazy people in the night air at the weekly Scout Meeting, you should by all means follow your intuition and settle them down or else you’ll be preparing a nebulizer treatment a short hour later.

2. When purchasing furniture, choice of fabric can make a big difference in the price.

As is always the case, I can look at 300 pieces of fabric on the wall of fabric fame and pick out the most expensive sample every. single. time.

3. Lady GagGag’s mother grew up in West Virginia. Her granny still lives here.

4. Getting out of bed even five minutes later than our normal 6:42 am can wreak havoc on the morning routine. Ten minutes pretty much ruins the routine.

5. Arbonne NutriMinC RE9 Face Corrective Eye Creme is a mouth-full. It is also a great eye-cream if you find yourself staying up way too late playing Words With Friends sportin’ some dark circles under your eyes.

6. The Rite Aid has some great deals this week. I got vitamins and mascara both for buy one – get one half off. Plus, all their fall decor is 50% off if you have their special card.

7. I hate special cards but I love a good deal.

8. Angela Thomas’ new book is really good. I’ll have a review coming up in the next few days.

9. I’ve learned that both Bath-N-Body stores in my area are sold plum out of their cute little glow-in-the-dark pumpkin pump sweet cinnamon pumpkin gentle foaming soap. That makes me very sad because I used some at a friend’s house this weekend and it smells divine.

And just take a look at this cute bottle.

As a result, I’ve got another thing on my to-do list now and I guess it will stay there until I track some of this stuff down because once something gets in my head, its hard to let it go.

The crazy gets the best of me sometimes.

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2. Within that post, please mention the What I Learned This Week carnival and link to this post here at FITP.

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