crap-o-rama

I know there are going to be a lot of things in life I don't understand and probably never will. But one my pet peeves are commercials for crap trying to rip people off. A few months ago it was a coin for 9-11 that had an actual twin tower stand up on the coin that had metal from the actual crash site. Is that legally possible to profit from the disaster and sell crap from TV? I didn't think you were supposed to, but I guess someone was..

My latest commercial pet peeve is rampant on cartoon network and Nickelodeon of all channels. I don't even watch these channels, but when the TV is on for Jack I have to listen to this crap. Its this

An heirloom ring for $19.90? Are you kidding me?? Please people. Save your money. Your better off putting your money in one of those claw machines and winning one of those crappy off brand stuffed animals for your doggy to chew on.. GOOD Grief!!!!! Ok.. Vent over, I feel better... ;)

The Pioneering Laundry Woman

I am weak. A pioneer woman I am not. I have the utmost respect for my pioneer ancestors who lived lives of misery trying to make lives and worked their fingers to the bone to keep their families going. But as for me, I am just not like that.
Its been a week and a half since we left home. Everyone was out of clean clothes. Justin needed clean clothes to go to work in, he can't sell anything in dirty clothes and it is dirty out here in the desert. Jack had two pair of shorts and a pair of underwear left. I had no choice but to call it laundry day. I gathered up our dirty clothes into the giant suitcase and sat down with the phone book and called a cab. Unfortunately the cab was NOT in service anymore. Seriously. This town has NO cab..
After learning this news, I threw a small, private tantrum in my hotel room, drew my composure and gathered the 100 pounds of dirty laundry, my five year old son and started down the side walk of an unknown town that has two states in it. I had the directions for the laundry mat, and I had it out for reference. According to oogle it was a two minute drive. "F" you google. My husband is working 15 hours days most night and the last thing I am going to do is make him sit at the laundry mat. I keep walking. A woman about my age in a mini van stops and asks if I need a ride. I say like an idiot, "oh no, Im fine, Thank you soo much.". My pride has over taken my tongue. I want to yell out, throw myself in her lap and cry and tell her I can't do this.. But, I am a big girl. I thank her and tell her I am just going a few more blocks and tell her I am grateful. I love kind hearted people.
I keep going. I forget to mention I have one arm. No, the other is still attached, but I can't lift it more than a few inches, there is a pinched nerve. Its fantastically debilitating. One arm. Thankfully my suitcase has two wheels. Had a been born a midget I would have been perfect for wheeling it, but since I am not and one good arm and the length of a t-rex I didn't have a lot to work with. LOL...
I consider ditching it, and going to the only store in town. K-Mart. It wouldn't fly with anyone in the family. We just aren't a Big K kind of family.
Finally. Unexpectedly A laundry mat pops up, not the one I am looking for, but its there. Hooray. I go in. I have some quarters. I buy some tide and the quarters are looking a little slim. I go to break a 20 for quarters, and it comes back.. There is no attendant, I panic. I have just spent a good 45 minutes of hell and I am about to have a break down. Absolute panic attack. Breathing.. Trying.. Jack is trying to help.. I go up to an older man. Notice I didn't say Gentleman. I am dressed like a 1950's housewife. I have a black dress fitted at the waist, full skirt, cardigan, dress shoes ( flats though ) hair pulled back, 350 handbag and I ask him if he would be able to break a 20 for me. He looks at me up and down and rolls his eyes and says "um, no" Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh OOOOOH kay.. I had just enough to start my three loads by STUFFing them FULL. Jack and I had to run three blocks to a convience store that I am deathly afraid of going to and get it broke so I could buy dryer sheets and pay for the dryer. I was trying to be a good person and not think bad thoughts about that not nice person. I don't know what he had against me. He kept staring at me when we were in there. @@
The bathroom was a pay one. 25 cents. I kid you not. Jack was wiggling around, and fortunately I had gone and gotten more change for quarters. I should have just let him wee out back. We opened the door and were horrified at what we found. For a pay to pee it was the most horrible rest room I have ever seen. The scum and I don't know what was so filthy I told Jack to aim and not touch. I stood by the door for fresh air and had the anti bacterial ready. There wasn't even soap. What a scumbag business.
I read my book "Lit" while Jack played with his leapster and we waited for our clothes to dry. You know how it always takes forever. I wasn't too worried. I was dreading the trek back. I took my time folding and when it was all time to go, I packed it up and we headed back.
At least on the way back there was a sense of how far we had to go and when we could see the familiar signs it was a relief. My hands are sore and callused a little, but hey we have clean clothes for the week, and I did it. Don't know how much longer we will be in this town called Blythe but I know I survived something I didn't think I could do!

Sometimes...

It's Monday, and it has almost been a week since we left home. The hotel room offers comfort, and I have enjoyed laying in bed. Today Jack and I took a short walk after breakfast and looked around the lot. No trace of the meowing kitten from two days ago, which is just as well. I would take it all the way back home if I saw it again and that is the last thing I need.
My migraine has consumed me today. I have not had one in a week, and I was really hoping to try and go longer, but no such luck.
Monday is Intervention day, and I can hardly wait for the show to come on to break the monotony of lame cartoons they are popping out these days. No Disney channel here, I'm surprised. Can there really be 300 channels and no Disney? Watching Intervention, I am reminded that no matter how bad I think life can be or how hard it gets, its no where close to what kind of life these people have. I've often wondered what life would have been like had an intervention been called and how different things could and would be.

::: yawn ::::

Another day to waste. Reading "Lit" today, the last of my books to read, save the Bible in the bedside drawer. Jack and I went for our breakfast again this morning. It was the last venture out. I waited for the cleaning ladies to come before I coerced Jack into a mid afternoon nap that has left me feeling lethargic and yawning like a hippo. The worst is I'm out of cookies. No more, I am going to get really fat on this trip.

Day 2 down..

Soo, another day is winding down in the California Desert, just across the Colorado River from Arizona. Jack and I have managed to waste the last two days of our lives in the hotel room, reading books and watching cartoons. It feels good to just stop and have some quiet time. Waking up before six is not easy for me, I am trying to get used to not being able to read at night. My husband is working hectic 12 hours and this is day 1 ( but his second day )of 10, and I hope that I have been supportive enough. The hotel room is comfortable enough, but I haven't ventured further than the restaurant at the other end of the parking lot. Jack and I went in a little after 7 am and stuffed ourselves before trodding back across to our room. I came with three books to read and I am down two. Yesterday I read "Room"
The story was weak and didn't seem to make much sense. I hated this book, I only wish I had checked it out instead of buying it. Blah..
Today I finished up "Death Sentence"
Another true crime book...

Bubbles...

Jack came up and asked me if angels blew bubbles before they leave Heaven.

For Christmas Jack got three bottles of bubbles from Grandma and Grandpa Hardy. He's been wanting to go outside and blow them but the weather has been awful!! Today it was raining hard allllllll day and he wanted to go out and blow bubbles. He finally settled for blowing a bottle of bubbles into the shower. It lasted about three minutes before he spilled the bottle.