Going once. Going twice.

Sold!

With three kids at the beach and one old enough to hang out by himself at home or run around with Friends, I was able to hog up all of Saturday for myself.  It was the weirdest thing being able to do what I wanted and when I wanted.  At times, I felt guilty about wasting time driving around or talking to people.  I kept thinking that I had to do something or Fred would get mad that I wasn't at home.  But I called him everyone once in awhile and he seemed to be okay with me just doing my thing.  So I drove around to local junk shops looking for deals. I found an awesome designer chair and ottoman that I'll be posting soon.  After that, I found another shop who lead me to one of their consignees(?) who lead me to this local auction.  And once again, I called home to see if Fred wouldn't mind me going.  I know how that sounds.  But believe me, he does the same thing with me.  So I sat at the auction for over two hours just wasting more time.  Not having a plan for the day or not knowing what to do is very strange for me.  Oddly enough, it gives me the same feeling that I get when I drive without a seat belt.  Does that even make sense?

Anyway, It was a fun auction and I really wish that I could attend more.  Perhaps as the children get older...   I picked up three items in that auction.  One of which is in this photo.  You get one guess.

Your Time Wasting Friend, m.
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Slave Labor

If you got 'em, use 'em!

My years of hard work raising these kids is starting to pay off.  I use them for lots of chores now around the house.  It's so much fun!  At least I think so.  And of course they complain.  But as long as they do what they're told, I don't mind listening to them whine.  Isn't that nice of me!

So last week, Fred had them work on the mulch pile that's been sitting there since the dawn of time.  In fact, yesterday, I couldn't stand it anymore and Fred and I scooped up the rest.  I'm sure the neighbors are happy to see that blue tarp go.  Anyway, the kids did a good chunk of it and deposited it here and there around the yard.  And I just thought that this photo was so cute.  That other boy that's helping is one of Johnny's Friends that I just met that day.  "Welcome to our home, kid.  Here's a shovel!".  I haven't seen him since.

After I took this photo, I went inside and had a drink.  Watching kids work is exhausting.  I went out about 15 minutes later to find John and his Friend, gone, and the little ones playing in it like it was sand at the beach.  I may need to actually supervise next time.  It wasn't pretty.

Your Friend, m.

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"All are welcome in this place"

A had few minutes before Claire's Girlscout meeting ended and so I had time to walk around, outside of her meeting place, and snap a few photos.  Although Claire has been going to the same location for a few years now, I've never taken the time to just walk around.  I'm always rushing.  Behind a ton of trees and bushes, there was a winding path which took me to a secret garden.  I just snapped a few photos but I really thought that this one was enough to give you an idea of how charming it is.  Don't you feel like going inside?

Your Friend, m.
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"Everybody plays the fool, sometimes"

"There's no exception to the rule"

About a month ago or so, I did a post about Fred's latest gadget.  You know, it was my usual complaining about what he bought and why he doesn't need it and how it will end up in his closet of Misfit "toys".  Well just last week, he actually told me what he paid for it.  My jaw hit the floor.  I'm not telling you but it was way more than I could have ever imagined.  And after I gave him a piece of my mind of what I thought of his purchase, I yelled at him twice because, had I know how much he had paid, I never would have blogged about it.  How embarrassing.

But what's done is done and it's too late to return it now and so I'm stuck with it.  The worst part is that I think it's mentally challenged or possessed or something!  Every morning, after a hard night of cleaning, I find it in another location throughout the house.  This is a photo of it humping one of my chairs.  I guess it just got lazy and passed out.  Who knows!  Damn machine!

Your Friend, m.

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