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You betcha. After another unanticipated hiatis from blogging, I shall return this week with several posts I’ve been writing in my head for a week, plus a product review for you Mommy Bloggers out there-and this review is something adorable-if a 35 yr old woman can giggle over it, so can your wee one. If you’re an advertiser and you would like your product physically reviewed, just send an email to me through my contact page and we can work something out. I’ll review anything except-illegal items, adult items, etc., and I am especially interested in household products and products for mom’s, moms to be, (no I’m not pregnant, family members are), and kids of all ages.

Get ready, I’m coming back folks!

A New Redneck Game: How Many Potholes Can One Hit To Get The Stereo Speakers Working.

As I was driving yesterday, I noticed a crackle in the stereo speakers in my car. This isn’t the first time- only the back speakers work(ed), several years ago, despite my attempts at pounding the dashboard, the front speakers finally died. So, yesterday when the dreaded crackle noise began, I thought great, now I’ll have to sing with no music and look even dorkier than normal.

But, I noticed when I hit a bump in the road, the speakers would return to normal. In fact, they worked for the rest of the day, that is, until I went out for cigs late last night. No sound. No crackle. Nothing, nada. Oh, sure, the radio was working because I could see the equalizer moving up and down. I have to have the radio on while I’m driving. It takes my mind off the idiots on the road, plus I like to pretend I can sing. I pulled off to the side of the road and started pounding on the back speakers. Nothing. Keep in mind this is 2am, I’m wearing a head wrap thing, (the towel thingies that dry your hair faster-you know the ones, they make you look like you belong in some kind of cult), pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt. Oh and my pink fuzzy slippers. Since pounding on the speakers didn’t work, I came up with what I thought was a bright idea. Hit every damn pothole I could find. It became a game. Instead of the usual dodging, I’d hit them head on, full force-screw the fact I could blow out a tire or knock it out of alignment. A new game-a game only a girl who lives in the country could fully appreciate and have fun doing. From now on, instead of trying to miss the 6 inch deep holes- I’m hitting those suckers. Then again, I only suggest this if you have a car with over 130,000 miles, a dented right bumper and no air conditioning. I feel like such a rebel.

It’s Grocery Coupon Time Again!

With prices of everything going up, I am looking for ways to become frugal. That’s one word I never thought would be in my vocabulary, because as my mom has always said, we have caviar tastes with a government cheese budget. The price for regular unleaded gas went up to $3.65 a gallon yesterday-seriously, the oil companies should just attach an IV to us and drain the blood from our veins.

Of course, with the rise in gas prices, comes the rise in food costs. Even the so-called off-brand cheap cereal isn’t cheap. When I can, I use grocery coupons-saving $1 is, well, saving $1. I have a new site I’ve been using, Penny Pincher Gazette because they offer quite a few cereal coupons and dog food coupons I print for my mom. I’m waiting to find coupons for razor blades since it costs more to buy the blades than the razor itself. To use the site, you do have to sign-up, but it’s painless and I have yet to receive any spam. If you’re looking to save money like myself-use coupons-the savings add up.

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One More Use For Panty-Liners.

Guys, meaning, those of the male persuasion, listen up-this post is for you too. Panty-liners aren’t just for those carefree days of feminine needs. No, you read that right-I have found another use for panty-liners.

Ever been in a situation where you need something and fast, but have no option but to use a substitute? This happened to me tonight. I decided to give myself a pedicure, a long overdue pedicure, so I get out the foot scraper, (you know- the contraption for dead skin re-death, sharp blade with a plastic handle that could peel carrots better than a peeler), the pumice stone, a towel and foot cream. Heaven if someone else is scraping your feet, doing it yourself forces you into contorted positions you weren’t aware you could get into to begin with. Soaked my footsies to prepare, laid a towel on the floor and commenced scraping. After a winter of no pedicures- the amount of dead skin I scraped off could have been used to create a new person. With that aside, as I was scraping, I sneezed. I sneezed hard holding a razor blade on a stick while scraping my left foot with my right hand. Bottom of heel sliced- worse than any cut I’ve had shaving my legs-and that’s saying a lot.

“Ok a band-aid is not going to work on the bottom of my foot-I have no bandages, or gauze and a wash cloth will only allow it to bleed through. Think Beth, think.”

Bingo. Panty-liner. I hobble to the bathroom trying not to get blood on the carpet or the tiled floor in the hall, grab a Carefree non-scented panty-liner and begin the bandaging process. Scotch tape-check. Foot on pad-check. Tape ready to attach and wrap-check. Haha! It works. Although I do recommend using duct, or electrical tape- I’ll have to change the tape before I go to bed. But the fact of the matter- I survived and as I type this I’m not the least bit embarrassed that I’m sitting here with a panty-liner taped to the bottom of my foot.

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Yes, Men and Women Can Be Friends Without Having Sex.

I experienced the age-old myth today, you know the one, that men and women cannot be friends without some sort of sexual attraction, or secret sexcapades at some point in the friendship. I am here to say- men and women can be friends without thinking of each other naked.

I stopped by the grocery store I worked at while in college earlier today and the person I consider my best friend, who happens to have a penis, is one of the managers. Every time I go in we talk- sometimes for 10 minutes, sometimes an hour. We laugh, we bitch about others and we can both tell each other things we wouldn’t normally tell someone else. No, he isn’t gay-he’s married to the woman, (whom I fixed him up with 10 years ago and she hates me because of our friendship), we’ve known each other since we were 5 years old. That’s right, 30 years of friendship. Sure, he was my “boyfriend” in Kindergarten, we were divorced in the 4th grade, but since that time, I haven’t thought of him as anything other than who he is-Adam. My best friend, my confidant and someone I will always stay in touch with no matter what life brings. He’s more of the brother I never had than anything, really, and it’s difficult to get people to understand this fact.

So, today while we were talking our usual-politics, stupid people and what we would do if we were in power, apparently one of the office workers asked a cashier and I am quoting, “Did Adam and Beth have something going on when she worked here?” Of course the cashier told me this and at first I was going to confront the witch, whom I dislike anyway, but decided to let Adam know instead. Why? Because questions, such as the one she asked, only cause trouble and have the potential to ruin a relationship someone has-whether it’s a girlfriend or a wife. I don’t understand why, if a man and a woman talk, it’s automatically assumed they’re having sex, or had sex in the past. My friendship with Adam couldn’t be more platonic. I love him yes- I love him like a family member and always will. I know the woman who asked the “question” has nothing better to do than start rumors, but I was so flabbergasted by her accusations-I started to think. Why is there an unwritten rule, that men and women cannot possibly be friends without, at some point in the friendship, jumping in the sack? I would rather have a friend for life that I could count on, than ruin it with complicated emotions and situations. What are your opinions? Can men and women, just be friends?

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