Myself and izzy got crafty with the cutting this morning.
Category Archives: House
Poverty Thresholds – U.S Census Bureau vs. Me
I did a little math the other day with a rough, “necessities-only” budget. I figured a breadwinner would need to earn $15/hour at a 40hour/week job to pay for just the necessities. No income taxes. No savings. No vacation (just those blessed weekends!). This works out to something slightly over $31,000/year ($10K more than poverty, [...]
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Gonna Snow
Izzy: It’s going to snow tonight! Me: Oh? How do you know that? Izzy: Mrs. Johnson told us. Me: Oh. We better get ready then. Izzy: I already have my p.j.s on!
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Milk of Magnesia
I don’t think I’ve ever taken Milk of Magnesia in my adult life. I took some tonight. I may or may not report back on that.
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More on The Blower
So forget snowblowersdirect.com. I didn’t trust them. But I do trust Amazon.com and Gardener’s Supply. Amazon already goofed a couple times so I figured I’d give Gardener’s Supply a chance to get me the right snow blower. I called and was told (correctly, of course) that Gardener’s would guarantee delivery of product as described on [...]
Who’s The Fool?
In a previous post I referred to snowblowersdirect.com in a pejorative manner. It may be the case that they’re the ones in the know here (except they should hire a proofreader so they connect product reviews with the correct product). Although, I expect the only reason their website is correct is because they haven’t gotten [...]
Mind Blowing Snow Blower
This is one of those that leave me wondering where to start. I’ve just spent more than an hour in an online chat with a very friendly, mildly supportive and nearly powerful customer service representative at Amazon.com. I’ve printed a return label (prepaid, by them) to return a snow thrower purchased by myself, Heather, and [...]
1000 Words
A picture is worth a thousand words. Or, 100 pictures are worth 10,000 swear words. Or at least the gallery is. A gallery of pain and misery. What the hell am I on about? This is how I sound, think and write on no sleep, three glasses of scotch and seven hours trying to find [...]
