I wish to god someone would make a rule that cashiers have to stop asking you to donate money every time you’re at a checkout. I don’t mind giving donations to charity. I’ll buy things from my friends kids to support schools and programing, if an organization comes to my door I’ll gladly give $20.00 to them. But NOTHING sets me over the edge more than going to pay for my groceries or an item at Wal-Mart and having a multi billion dollar corporation ask me to give them money for a charity. Here’s why…
Our money is going towards one giant tax write off for these large corporations. Most of these stores do not match your donation either. Also, why am I giving money to the food bank and breakfast programs on behalf of a grocery store that throws out thousands of dollars worth of food everyday instead of donating it?
I have a hard time saying no when asked to give, but what I hate even more than being asking to give a dollar ( I know it’s not a lot, but when you get asked every-time you’re at the fucking store it adds up) is to give an open-ended donation. When you say yes, thinking you’re giving a dollar or two they come back with ” Is $5.00 an OK amount?” What the hell are you supposed to say to that ? You can’t say, No I just want to give a dollar…
Every time I say no to the cashier, I feel like this woman from TLC’s Extreme Cheapskates. She has a perfectly good roll of toilet paper in that washroom but insists on using a squirt bottle instead…
I’m on a quest. With the days leading up to our wedding, I’m going to make myself less cunty to the general public. Don’t get me wrong, I’m an amazing friend , daughter, sister, aunt and soon to be wife. But I’m going to try to be a little nicer to the GP. I’ve already committed one random act of kindness this morning, I paid for an item when someone realized they forgot their wallet. However, I also told an old man to fuck off in a Tim Horton’s parking lot. ( For real, I thought SB was going to get in a fist fight with a senior!) So I might have to work on a balancing system.
Who knows what my next act will be, maybe I’ll buy you a coffee or bake something for you. Maybe when I see your over sized child perfectly capable of walking sitting in a shopping cart I’ll keep my comments to myself!
I feel that all men need to realize that a stuffed animal is the worst Valentines Day gift ever. As a grown woman, I have never looked at my bed and thought to myself…I could really use some more stuffed animals on this thing. I can assure you, there is no place on an adult bed for a giant gorilla holding a pillow that reads I Love You!
Guys, If you can’t just throw all her stuffed animals onto the floor when you get into bed. She’s going to be weird. Like enjoys collecting burnt image wooden mugs you will never be permitted to drink from weird.
I’ve been readmitted to the Pictou County Mr.Barter’s page. I just have to keep my snippy comments to myself, or at least off their page. I actually use this page and a person can find great deals here. However, you have to wade through a lot of shit sometimes.
Along with people looking for things in prestige condition for next to nothing of free, some of my personal favorites are the people who sell used products that have no business being resold… Candles with at least another hour of burn life, 1/4 of a bag of pet food, items that come free with a case of beer. The photo below is my find of the week!!
My best offer is to bury these at sea, so they can’t come to life on the anniversary of its creators death and kill people in their sleep.
Sandwiches, so many sandwiches made with real bread and delicious cured meat!!
KFC, not the chicken part just the skin. Hopefully we can stop at the KFC Taco-Bell on the way home from the airport for an order of Fries Supreme as well.
Aged white cheddar with crackers, I want my jaws to hurt from shoveling large amounts of sharp cheese into my mouth.
A Big Mac followed by Chicken McNuggets in one seating. And maybe that delicious After Eight chocolate and mint pie they keep trying to up-sell me every time I get a coffee.
For real, I have been eating like a fucking bird for the past three months. When I walk down that isle I want people to be alarmed by my weight loss. I spent and entire Christmas season passing up on cheese and drinking low-calorie reduced alcohol wine. Do you know what low-calorie red wine tastes like? It tastes like shit.
Lindsay Lohan has been looking good these days. Her Knockers are being contained in sweaters saving us all from her awful side boob. She doesn’t look strung out on coke. I’m going to give her an 8/10 appearance wise, she looks reality TV star good. Keep it up!
I’ve got a lot going on over the next two months…
Work is sending me to Toronto this weekend for a Parent Information Session. I really enjoy the opportunity to promote the school I work for and meet with potential students so I’m excited for this. But I’m even more excited for Duff’s Saucy Fingers and visiting with Brethren Lewis and his family!!!!
I’m hosting a Girls Potluck Brunch, drinking at 11am and enjoying my number three favorite sauce….Hollandaise Sauce on everything!!!
My amazing friends are in the middle of planning another all day drinking event for me. My shower and bachelorette party. I’ve made a rule of no penis items. I’m 31 years old, I’ve seen one before . I don’t need to get around town with a penis sippy cup. Luckily one of my bridesmaids is a lesbian and will be on top of policing the no dick paraphernalia rule.
And more than anything else…I’m getting married to someone I’ve known for over twenty years in 62 days time! SB and I are both so excited to head to the Dominican with our friends and family. I can’t wait to call myself his wife! I’ve also purchased a Vera Wang wedding gown for myself to wear on the big day. I’m pretty excited over that too!
I’m slightly bummed over not getting to wear this dress featured on Truro Kijiji . The smoke in hand is a great touch!