Debit and Credit for Idiots (or WalMart Cashiers)

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Once again I have allowed a long period of time between blog posts to elapse.  I really need to stop doing that, mostly because all you beautiful people stop checking for me to write something and you go away and never come back.

I definitely don’t want that.  I want more of you to come over here and read all my fabulous shit, but in order for that to happen, I need to write more fabulous shit.  I’m gonna have to buckle down and get to that.  I gotta show some discipline and dedication to my craft.

I gotta have Denise make me sit down and write some posts.

I gotta schedule the Xbox to shut off after a certain amount of time so I stop getting sucked into it.

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Nope, this isn’t the Mother’s Day post I promised

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That will come tomorrow.  Because right now it is 11:30 in Colorado, so it’s still Saturday and it doesn’t count.  I don’t care that it’s 1:30 am in North Carolina.  I’m not there and you’re asleep, so neither do you.  But this is fun, so I wanna share it.

My friend and one of my saviors, Amy, posted this on Facebook today, and it was friggin’ hilarious. Read the rest . . .

I’ll edit in the title later . . . when I remember what the hell it was

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I’ve noticed this memory thing happening lately.  I’ve always had a weird memory.  Numbers seem to be the magical thing.  Numbers and lists.  Those things I can memorize in a nearly freakish way.  I remember the phone number for the house I lived in as a child.  It was in New York and we moved out of that house and down to North Carolina when I was 8.  Why I still remember that number, I have no idea but I can spout it off in the same sing-song way I did way back then. Read the rest . . .