Something hit me today - it was my own hand to my forehead. I've done a lot of journaling through the years, and I'm quite sure that they will be one of the first things my kids throw in the big dumpster after my demise. If I create a blog instead, they'll have to figure out exactly what all the passwords I've used to design this page and that means my thoughts might last a month or two past my funeral. Once can only hope.
So for this first day, I will try to keep it simple. I've underestimated the value of the Dollar General Store. I just walked out of there with three nice storage bins with lids, a multi-pack of toilet paper, a bottle of worcshtsteire, worchetersheer, wechestishire, brown sauce, a five-pack of sponges and a three-pack of pens for under $20. That would have cost $40-$50 at WalMart or KMart. With my lack of income, two kids in college and a wonderfully employed and understanding husband, THRIFTY has become my buzz word. As I left Dollar General today, a memory from a college roommate came wafting back into my mind - we had been watching television and a commercial came on for a certain type of watch that she wanted for Christmas was now being carried at Hill's (which was a WalMart-type of store). My roommate said, "I'll kill my mom and dad if they buy my watch at Hills." I don't know what happened to her and I really don't care. Funny what sticks in your brain after thirty years.
So this is it - my virgin blog post. Right now, nobody knows that I'm writing it, and I don't even know if I'll have the guts to post it and promote it. So it's a little bit like my own secret. And that's pretty cool.
