Hello World!

I haven’t written on my blog in forever…OK, a year or two and I think I’m ready to get back into the blogging world. I’ve been busy raising little natives, getting big kids in college and out my door (which I’m still waiting), finding Pinterest and using others ideas to do things around my house as well as my kitchen. I’ve rediscovered my love for baking and I’ve been going crazy at times to “whip” up a dish or two that looks less than the Pinterest picture but oh so good! I’ve found that I enjoy to social stimulation of Facebook, Twitter, and Candy Crush. I had only written about the natives mostly on my blog so I wanted to change it up a little and start writing about crafts I’ve done, food I’ve made, college experience from a parents point of view as well as the natives and with the natives starting Pre-kindergarten this coming August, I’m sure I’ll have quite a bit to tell my 3 fans J. At this point my blog is still mostly for me but I hope others will soon find it to be interesting and maybe I can find another fan who shares a bit of their world with my world.

How many arms and legs are there?

This past week has been as you would expect with twins, crazy! From hubby’s recovery from surgery to picking apples to putting pajamas on the natives, it sure is was a crazy week.

Last Sunday we went for a 1 hour drive and 40 minute ferry ride to pick apples. The drive wasn’t too bad and the natives seem to handle an hour pretty well…two hours? Not so much so we were good to go. I had brought the Ergo Carriers so they wouldn’t be running around on the ferry. I know! Wishful thinking on my part that I can control them because let’s face it, I love to control my surroundings and when that doesn’t happen, I go crazy. Well, once we got “underway” the natives were released from their restraints and cages were opened and they burned off a little energy that was building up. I was impressed and was glad hubby went ahead without the carriers. The natives loved the ride over on the ferry and thought the “boat” was awesome. We got everyone back in their restraining contraptions with no hassles. We then went to the Vineyard which had plenty of different apples, grapes, peaches, a nice picnic area and a little shop. OK, I exaggerate! We drove two miles off the ferry, went up this dirt road about a mile long, made the left about 50 feet in front of this house and saw what we thought was a little “farmers store”. A lady pulled up in a beat up pick up truck with a clip board and some plastic things. She came over to us and told us, “The plastic bags hold 10lbs of apples and that bag is $15. How many would you like?” Well, I was thinking, “I’d like to go back home and hit the grocery store and get 5 10lb bags for $15 and go on my merry way.” But, I said, “Two.” I KNOW, I KNOW!! $30 for 20lbs of apples and they had better be some damn good apples. My friend was thinking, “Ok, I don’t want to be cheap but I’ll get one, because I’m not getting a kiss with this…..” So, we get all the kids out and let me say, we took two vehicles, Meme, drove one of her daughters, my 2^nd oldest, and a friend of her daughters’, so 4 in her vehicle and hubby, me and the natives in our vehicles. Now, I know you are thinking, 8 people to pick 3 bag of apples, not bad. Well…IF we divided it up between the three bags, we would have each picked 4 apples maybe 5. Go ahead, laugh, shake your head. My thought when I saw the bags were, “Um…we have two hours before the ferry will be back. This is going to be a long mosquito smacking, apple picking, sweat dripping experience. And…it was. Oh and after our 15 minute excursion, we forgot to get pics of the  natives picking apples so we headed back to get that out of the way and although one native, Z was happy to do what I asked for the picture, G? Not so much, he’d pick an apple and throw it on the ground…I think he was disgusted with how much I paid for the apples too when they weren’t the sweetest ones on the market. Best part of the trip? We got to ride the ferry, ask the natives. Second best part of the trip? We got to stop at the store on the way back home and get 3 bags of sweet apples and went home to make pie filling and applesauce.

Hubby had surgery the day before the hurricane came through 3 weeks ago and I am happy to say…he went back to work, yesterday!!! WooHoo!! That’s right, I got the house back to myself! I am the boss again! I make all the decisions in this domain! I am God! Ok, maybe I exaggerate…a little. I am however, glad he is back to work. The natives loved having both of us at home because they had a choice in who kissed a boo-boo and who was going to give them what they wanted out of the snack cabinet. There is a reason my hubby works 24 hour shifts every other day…because I like it that way. I’m sure he does too because let’s face it, him looking at me and me looking at him 24/7 would end up in one of two places…him in another house or him in the ground. Either way, I’d miss him eventually, lol. I’m glad hubby is doing better and even though he still does not have his taste buds back, he’s taking advantage of it by losing a little weight. Ok, not really taking advantage, more like having to accept and my man is not a happy camper, lol. Now, while he was home, he did try very very hard to eat food that smelled good. He was making hamburgers, sausage, whatever he could think of and I was eating pretty good during that time after his initial first bite was taken and he couldn’t stomach anymore of the saw-dust he was tasting. I personally hope he gets his taste buds back because if he doesn’t…I’m going to have to stop with the taste testing all his foods. Not to mention his nose is shot! He can’t smell anything right now and I do not like, repeat, do not like, smelling milk to see if it’s bad. Upside? I could probably fart and he wouldn’t smell that. Of course knowing my luck, that would be the only thing he would smell, lol. He went back to work yesterday and goes again tomorrow and then…you guessed it…3 days off. I can’t win for losing, lol. My honey-do list is getting longer and he’s just sick enough that I can’t fuss to much when he starts coughing or has trouble swallowing. I’m beginning to think he’s playing it up so he can get out of doing a few things. The natives of course thought it was funny right after daddy’s surgery because he had to breathe through his mouth and he would snore…you guessed it, I now have two pint size snorers, lol, and daddy doesn’t think it’s funny that they mock him, I of course do, lol.

The natives are getting independent on me and as a control freak, I’m not liking it one bit. They have their job and I have my job and it’s not the same anymore. Granted, food isn’t flying onto the floor as much but toys are sailing across the room, cars are being run into my ankles, heads are being butted into my face at an alarming rate. And the giggles are becoming more and more frequent. I’m thinking I’m raising hoodlums who are going to be on YouTube one day for fighting about a dozen other kids by themselves AND winning! I should probably cut  my loses and just teach them to not get caught, how to stay out of jail and keep a lawyer on retainer for just their legal needs. I am teaching them though. After giving them baths, they drop their towel right next to me on the floor and then run and giggle and it has become a game of “Keep away from mommy”. It usually takes about 20 minutes to corral them one by one to get them with clothes on and with all the golf carts riding up and down the road, plenty of our neighbors get a little show of naked kids at the front door. Once I get one of the natives, usually Z as she’s not as sneaky as her brother, I get her on the floor to put her diaper and pajamas on and all of a sudden she sprouts 8 arms and legs. I finally wrestle her into her diaper and pajamas and she’s off to continue the game except she knows she’s not to main target anymore so she can get a little closer to me. G on the other hand will twist and turn and get “just” out of my reach and laugh and giggle and run away again. He’s just as bad as his sister getting the diaper and pajamas on. It wears me out just getting them dressed. You wrestle 16 arms and legs. The natives used to love taking their diapers to the trash can and putting their clothes in the hamper. Not no more! That is beneath them! I have become their slave and they are not afraid of letting me know it because they have me outnumbered 2 to 1 and they are smart enough to know it and use it to their advantage. That is why I love bedtime. I kiss their little curly heads, turn on the sound machine and walk out of their room…to hopefully sit on my butt and do nothing. Yeah, wishful thinking but it’s my goal somedays.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!

Wow! What a week...or two

Once again I haven’t written on my blog in a while. I can only say, it’s been crazy around here…and not just here, all across the U.S. We have fires in a few different states, earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, it’s crazy. I have pictures of driving through the smoke and I have pictures of what the hurricane did. Thankfully I don’t have any damage from the earthquake or tornadoes. Oh and incase I forgot to mention, my hubby got surgery the day before the hurricane came through and we evacuated, so yeah. Crazy busy seems to be the motto in this house this summer. I haven’t even did as much shopping as I’d have liked and that is just sad, sad, sad, lol.

The day I had to go to court the wind was blowing on the road I was traveling and the smoke from the fire was amazing. I would see it in the distance but hadn’t had to drive through it. It was not a pretty site and it was not something I want to repeat. I was in the Honda Hybrid with the natives and A2 and couldn’t see 10 feet in front of me. I was petrified that someone would crash into the back of my car or I would crash into someone in front of me. Driving 8mph for 18 miles is hair-raising, in fact, I think I have more white hair now. Glad the wind changed by the time I had to go back through that area or I would have drove an hour out of my way to get home, seriously. I mean, I was in the hybrid, I get 37 mpg and I wasn’t afraid to use it! There were a couple of accidents on the road about an hour later. I can believe it! I’m just amazed no one was seriously hurt as that road should have been closed until the smoke lifted.

The earthquake wasn’t too bad in my area, the house moved a teeny bit, thought about it and then moved a little bit more. My front door moved, stopped and then the movement worked it’s way towards the back door. A2 said his bed moved, my chimes moved and the natives woke up from their nap early. No damage. Of course it was hours before my facebook page calmed down because not only did I feel the earthquake from a state away, so did about 20 other states, the whole east coast of the US. Not to mention at least 5 or 6 aftershocks including one today. It always amazes me on Facebook how people are so rude and obnoxious and just downright show lack of manners to the general public. Those people are private bully’s. I mean, I try to be honest and may have some funny, rude comments I could make but I don’t. Why? Because I also have manners. I’d also like to think I have raised at least half of my young to have some manners and show a little humility towards all creatures of this earth, including those rude bully’s out there. OK, off my soap box because hey, I can talk on my soap box for days…weeks…even years but then I’d have to get down to a level I can’t use Ajax to take off and well, I like being above those moron’s because let’s face it…I am better, hehe. All jokes aside, if you are on facebook and want to say something snotty to someone, step back, think about why you need to say it and then just do us all a favor and realize that you shouldn’t, because that person is better than you and your 2 cents to make yourself feel better only brings out other moron’s or bully’s and well…we have enough of them in the world and some people breed them just for the hell of it so……shut up.

Now the hurricane, that was eventful. We got to go through a few totes and pack up a bunch of stuff I wouldn’t want to lose if our house blew away (which made me realize, I really need to put the natives ultrasound pictures in their baby books). The family is scrambling around getting stuff done before the hurricane gets here. Clothes washed, folded and put away (because I don’t want someone to think I didn’t wash them as they lay across the road, field or next state after the storm) and of course, vacuum and clean the bathrooms (because I don’t want someone to try and use my toilet only to realize it hasn’t had all the germs cleaned right out of it) and then of course all the trash taken out and secured in the trash cans (because I know my trash is another man’s treasure, but I’m just not seeing dirty diapers from two natives as being a treasure). We get most packed in suitcases and totes and have a list for all the last minute items.

Hubby has surgery last Friday morning (which is the day before the hurricane is going to hit our area). Yep, not cancelled, not postponed, not even hinted at being postponed. The doctor realizes that this surgery is a gold mine of money from insurance company and patient and most likely the big contributor is that he needs to make another payment on his sports car outside if the hurricane doesn’t mess it up and it’s not totaled by the car insurance company. So…hubby has his tonsils taken out, his adenoids, taken out, his sinus’ rooted through and then his nasal passages enlarged. Yep, it was an all of nothing type of surgery and boy does he feel it. I know he keeps thinking I’m hitting the hell out of his face each morning when he wakes up because he is in a lot of pain a week after it happened. He’s got drugs for the pain but, let’s face it, when you have something going on ‘in’ your head, it hurts more than getting hit in your privates or so I’ve been told of course I could be wrong and let’s face it…I am a girl so I don’t have dangly stuff to compare it legitimately to. 

OK, back to the hurricane. My sister is down to watch the natives while I’m with hubby at the hospital but she’s also secretly down because I need someone to pack all that stuff I have put in totes and suitcases into my big truck while I sit on my ass at the hospital feeling important because I can’t do anything at home because I’m there and can’t do anything there because well they have nurses everywhere and I just need to look like I’m making the effort until one comes in from the desk outside the room, right? Well, as we finally get out of the hospital and get home, my sister has the truck almost completely packed. I have a little hole to see out the back of the truck…just in case I need to change lanes. My sister is also heading out with me to my sister in laws house because let’s face it, she’s not married so doesn’t have to worry about a husband who just got out of surgery and she knows my sister in law has a big in ground pool and the weather there will be awesome as it’s just out of reach of the rain bands from Hurricane Irene. Hell I’m jealous of her, lol. We stayed for two nights and left her house Sunday morning. Got back to no electricity a few of the neighbors branches in our yard. My hubby gets out the generator and realizes the plug is wrong so off to the store I go. The salesman says they are all out of the plug because everyone has been getting them for their generators..well duh?! Color me red for thinking I would be the only one getting one for my generator. So, we head over to the dryer plug section and get one of those plugs. Pay and back home. Hubby starts opening the package and splicing the wires and BAM!! Power came back on. Well, damn! If I’d known that’s all it would have taken, we would have headed up to the hardware store a little earlier, lol.

My oldest A1 get’s his picture in the local paper at his college for the baseball and other sport teams helping to pick up all the debris from the storm. They should have came out here, I would have taken plenty of pictures of them cleaning up my yard. I guess I’m glad he was doing something productive and helping the community also. I on the other hand was outside raking up all the pine cones, branches, pine needles (and there were a lot) from my yard and the neighbor’s yard for the past week. Almost done and so very glad while a neighbor a few doors down had his entire family down for the Labor Day holiday. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth on their little golf carts all weekend long not to mention all the kids out on the water on the jet skis and boats. It’s just not fair to have all that fun while others in the neighborhood are busting their butts picking up…but I’ll live, I mean the neighbor lost his dock and gazebo, so nah, there! Lol

Hah! As I’m writing this, I look over and see G looking at me as he reaches onto the counter for my pack of cigarettes. We do our usual dance of: mommy threatens to whip my butt, G stand still thinking mommy won’t see me, until I give him the choice… “Do you want to call this a draw as you step away from the counter”? The native thinks this is a brilliant idea as he puts my pack of cigarettes down, shakes his head up and down and steps back from the counter. See I didn’t raise no fools!

One more day survived. WooHoo!!

My Return from Oz

I haven’t updated my blog in quite a while as I hate to post anything when I’m angry and upset and I have been angry and upset for about a month. It was like a long PMS cycle. I’ve had a  lot happen, some good, some not so good, some I can live with, some I want to smack someone up-side the head. I think I’m mostly over it but hey! I am a female and I can change my mind at a moment’s notice so I reserve the right as of this moment.

I have had my son get into a sharpie and color his sister and himself. The natives had a restless time during my hiatus also it seems. He didn’t mind the red sharpie on her but after the green sharpie on him, he wasn’t cool with that and had a meltdown. It only took a couple of days to get it out. I’m just glad it wasn’t a black sharpie because those things stay for a while.

G decided that since I use hair gel in my hair…you guessed it, he wanted some in his. Since he can’t reach the hair gel but can reach the Vaseline…yep. It took a few days and a lot of Dawn dishwashing detergent and Cornstarch but it is finally back to normal curls.  He sure pushes the envelope that’s for sure and if this child does not make me completely gray within a year or two it will only be because my hairdresser has hidden the evidence thoroughly from the casual observer. I can also feel the wrinkles starting around my lips and forehead from the constant frown I seem to wear while this child is awake. I’ve actually started to use Oil of Olay Regenerist to help my 60 year old skin look close to 50 on a good day.

The natives are getting into everything and I can honestly say that we will not be getting new carpet, new furniture or new paint within the next few years. The natives have taken to throwing food off their tray…onto everything. They throw food onto the walls, windows, floor, carpet, and even the back of their high chair. I don’t know how it gets back there but applesauce seems to be the best for traveling to the back of their chairs. Noodles tend to stick on the walls and windows pretty good, which I guess not only means that the noodles are cooked well but that the natives are done eating for the moment.

The natives got to go with A2 and myself for our bi-yearly cleanings. The dentist office loved them when they were little little but now…not so much. They used to come out and talk with them and smile at them and just talk about how cute they were and while they are still cute, at this age they are also loud, messy, and make everyone know when they don’t like something without giving warning or a chance to fix what they don’t like. I have plenty of toys in the diaper bag: books, cars, laptops, phones, I’ve got it but if one has it and the other doesn’t then there will be ear-drums bursting in seconds. Just for the record, my daughter can shatter wine glasses, break TV screens and have you holding your ears for hours after a fit of her’s. I’m thinking opera for her in the future but only if I can put a sound proof room in my house and only then. Anyways, I’ve got my mouth open to get my teeth all shiny and white for the next 6 months and the hygienist is talking to me a little and then we start hearing screams. A2 is in there with them as he has already gotten his new smile taken care of for now. They are screaming because one has drank all her sippy cup drink while her brother still has some and she sure loves to drink. After a minute or so he gets it taken care of and all is quiet. Not bad for being at the dentist for an hour. Of course I had to go back to get a cavity “re-done” since it had been in my mouth for 50 years or so and needed to be replaced. Oh yeah, good times of eating all types of sugar and brushing my teeth once a day because I was soooooo busy and couldn’t do it three times a day…ahh the memories.

I just took A1 back to college Saturday and let me tell you, I sure wish I would have went away to school. I want to enjoy those moments when I had no bills and didn’t have to answer to anyone and could live off my parents. Oh wait, that’s not my story, that’s only the dream my older children are dreaming and living. I guess I’m lucky they tell me they love me every once in a while unless provoked by me walking past them at night when they are home and saying, “Goodnight, I love you”. And they reply, “I love you too”. A1 has a dorm room to himself this year and his best friend is in the room next to him so I’m guessing the hallway will be a loud place for two semesters. I mentioned to A1 that I wish I had went away to college. Mr. Know-All-Be-All told me to go ahead! Yes he did! I asked him if I should just leave the natives or bring them with me? He in his infinite wisdom said, “Bring them with you”. Ahhh, thank you oh wise one. Will I ever learn to live so simply without your guidance and wisdom, Sensei?

I also had to go to court for my oldest no longer being 18 or younger. I don’t understand the court system that thinks because the child turns 18, he no longer exist and doesn’t need anything from his parents any longer. I still pay his food bill, room and board, medical bills, contact lenses, truck insurance, gas, clothes, baseball extras, etc. Maybe I should make him stay home with the natives and take his place at school for my fun-filled 4 year hiatus. I’m lucky that the courts changed the mediators ruling a few years ago (where I might add she listed me as being employed when I wasn’t to make my ex happy and based child support and medical on that) so my ex is now paying 100% of medical and child support has been reduced a little bit but the Mr. Grand-Know-All-Be-All makes a lot more than he did 3 years ago and well…now when he claims poverty to his two children, I can let them know he makes more than their step-father does AND their step-mother (my ex’s wife) also works so they are not as poor as they are lead to believe. Just because they claim it doesn’t make it a fact. On a side note: It was great to see a friend who I went to school with, even if she was my lawyer, lol. Nice catching up…will she charge me for that time when we were reminiscing, I wonder? Hmmm.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!

Driving in the Dark, sorta

Today was the day I was supposed to go over to my sister’s house, up in VA. A good hour drive. I am lazy first thing in the morning and don’t quite get the motivation to get out the door so my plans change. I decide we will aim for after nap time for the natives. Seems pretty reasonable as I still have things to pack, chicken to cut and freeze, house to clean, and shower to take. Works out great, get out the door about 1:40pm and think, “Who didn’t put the dvd players in the car?” Answer, probably me, but I’m blaming it on the teenagers, it’s easier that way and I can’t blame the hubby because he…well…he’d just throw it back in my face and then I’d have to take the blame then, so it’s the kids fault. Enough said.

We are heading up to VA and are on Highway 32 so the speed limit it mostly 55. As I get to the state line, I see 4 cars and I’m thinking, “I hope they are going the speed limit because I can’t pass more than 2 at a time”. I get up to them pretty face and I’m not speeding. So, I’m thinking out loud, “Oh for crying out loud, the speed limit is 55, not 35”! Then I see a vehicle from the other direction on the side of the road pulled off onto the grass with two vehicles behind it that are waiting for him to pull out into the road. I don’t know what he was doing but I’m looking at the road as I drive by to see if it’s something in the road. Nothing was there. I look further down the road and there is another car on the side of the road. Now I’m thinking, “What are the on the side for”? Then I see a “FOR SALE” sign and now I know they are most likely getting the phone numbers to find out about the property. Then we get around a curve and there is at least 10 cars on the side of the road. Now I’m thinking, “WT? Am I missing something here? Why are they all on the side of the road? Do we have a red carpet? What in the world?” Now a bit more up the road (which by the way, I’ve been on for about 18 miles so far) I see more cars, probably 20 on the side of the road AND I’m still going 35 miles an hour. It took me at least another 5 minutes before I finally say out loud, “Would somebody please pass the person in the front? My Lord, this is taking forever”! THEN it hits me!!!! It’s a funeral precession!! Opps!! I guess forever is a long time for the person in front right now, huh? So, they finally turn off Highway 32…the street before I do. I guess my day wasn’t so bad after all, hmm? Glad I didn’t pass anyone, that would have been a bit awkward. 

I finally get to my sisters’ house and the natives are helping ME get them out of their car seats! They had had enough. Later we go to the store to do some shopping and that was pretty funny seeing a line of 3 shopping carts going down the same isle, but nothing really good happened there, except buying $109.80 worth of groceries for $41.52. Just as we are pulling into my sisters driveway, Z has closed her eyes and decided she’s had enough for the day. It was an hour past their bedtime and she wanted a few zzz’s before the real bedtime. Not on my watch! We were entertaining Z for the ride up the driveway. Once we get them in the house. Z notices that now she is being made to go to bed and she doesn’t like it AT ALL. She screams like a mouse has run across her foot, like a roach has crawled on her food, like a red headed step-child! That girl does not want to go to sleep now and she has a terrible, ear piercing scream. It’s so high pitched, she could break glass, or at least my ear drum. 5 minutes after I walk out of the room they are sleeping in, the natives are out for the count. Peace and quiet, at last. We’ll head home tomorrow while church is still in session and it’s too early for funerals.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!

The Natives are learning to work the system

I did not want to get up this morning. I had just gone to sleep. I know. It was 2:30 in the morning. It’s only 6:50 in the morning when G decides everyone should get up. Uugghh. So…G, Z and myself arrive downstairs at 7am.

I’m feeling lazy this morning and I must have slept wrong because my back is killing me, so I make their milk sippy cups and they start guzzling them down like a frat party contest, except without the funnel. Then I’m thinking, maybe instead of cereal this morning, they might want something really easy…a poptart!!! OK, they go for it and run off to the living room because it’s the one place they can go that still has blue carpet with clean spots. All of a sudden, all hell has broken loose. Z has taken G’s half of the poptart and he wants it back!! Now!! So I do the normal thing and tell her to give it back and that we don’t take other people’s food, blah, blah, blah. She looks at it and then licks it!!! G is screaming bloody murder. Z is slowly licking the frosting on the pop-tart while looking at her brother to see what he thinks!! That girl is spiteful!! That girl is mean!! That girl is going to make my hair go white before she is 10!! That girl is not allowed to play truth or dare!! That girl is not going on a date until she’s 21!! Uugghh!! Poor G, he’s going to have a sister who will torture him as they get older. I’m nervous, scared, and starting to fear for the natives as they get older. G will do things just because he can, Z will do things just because you say she can’t!! Ooiyah. 

I have started to bribe G. The natives think that anything is up for grabs because well…they see their big brothers doing it or it’s within possible reach if they move this and climb that. Anyways, G wants a piece of cheese, he opens the fridge and goes for it. I have to tell him I will get it but he can’t open the fridge or I will pop his butt. He looks at me with an “AS IF!” look on his face. Now I do pop their butts but it’s more of a, Well, I showed them kinda thing instead of a Ouch mommy hit me kinda thing. So yesterday, G wanted bubbles but it was naptime. He doesn’t care, he wants bubbles!! So what do I do? Yep, tell him we will do bubbles after your nap. OK, he looks at me like he is wondering if he can trust me and then goes to get his sock monkey for nap time. Nap time is over and about 3 minutes after coming back downstairs he walks over to the counter and yells for the bubbles!! Yes, yell!! So… big brother A1 plays with the bubbles and the natives. It’s really adorable. Now, today we need to go to the store but it has to wait until after nap time. Yep, I had to bribe him again. As soon as he gets up from nap time, he gets his crocs and his sisters’ crocs and screeches for me to help put them on so we can go. 20 minutes after that…we are on our way to the store. This child scares me. He has a great memory and he doesn’t forget anything! My answers to him will sooner rather than later become, “I don’t know. We’ll see.” Pretty fast I’m thinking. 

I do want to at least post here that I went to 3 stores. I got nothing at the first, 2 packs of razors and 4 packs of baby wipes for $7. Then I went to the last store and bought 2 bottles of fabric softener, tax was .20 (yep, twenty cents) and I ended up giving the cashier .18 (yep, eighteen cents). I thought those were pretty good deals. I’m heading to my sister’s tomorrow so I can get a few more deals. I’m going to try to get 4 different deals for under $20 total. I’m gonna try anyways. 

One more day survived. WooHoo!!