Definitely not cheap. Cheap is an ugly word. I’m no floozy. I’m a hussy! And I’m off the rails. And I come by it with drugs. Ahem, I mean naturally. Influenced by reading Joan who was one tough cookie. But I digress. Book review to follow separately.
Cheap people wouldn’t splurge $12 for six macaroons. Now would they?
Give up? The correct answer is frugal. Synonym of cheap? Well not exactly. Close sure but frugal is economical while cheap is inexpensive.
I’ve posted about my frugality many times before. Here, here and here. Check out all four links if/when you have the time. Shameless plug for prior blog posts.
I’ve always wondered what is the root cause of my behavior. Maybe my wonderful role model parents who lived through the Depression in a “waste not want not” era influenced me more than I realize? Or maybe having to replace most of my worldly possessions after the most unfortunate event made me hate shopping?
Whatever the cause, I wear my shoes until they literally fall apart. Yep! literally! lol. See me today at the Pearl.
Lulu and I were meeting my sweet friend and her son for lunch. On the way from the car, we’re just strolling down the sidewalk and my heel pops off. I didn’t fall thank goodness.
Lulu says “Mom, don’t pick that up, it is someone’s shoe”
Me: “ya, mine!”
Lulu “what? seriously?”
When my friend sees me: “You were serious? Oh my”.
Me: “I guess I’ve got to find some shoes?”
We go into a shop and one quick look around. Uh, no! I am not paying $195 for sandals. I’ll just limp around thank you very much.
Then Lulu says “see if the other heel will come off? At least then you’ll be even”
Me: “that won’t work” as I try anyway. Pop … goes the weasel … and my other heel slides right off!
La Gloria here we come! And with the pop and drop heels; there came the pouring rain. On the patio with mister for cooling, the temps dropped from 88 degrees to 71 degrees in minutes.
Meanwhile, I’m still twitching from throwing away the heels/wedge pieces.
I just need a little super glue! Did I tell ya I was frugal?
I’m keeping the remnants. A just like “new” pair of garden shoes. Oh who am I kidding? These are my new favorite chanklas. Best $9.99 I ever spent at Payless Shoe store. 😂
Why is this all I got? The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain. First thought that popped into my brain on this wonderful, not rainy as the weatherman predicted, Saturday morning. Too bad Hurricane Cindy did not bring the rain we so desperately need.
Maybe I am channeling my inner Audrey? Who knows? I do not care for My Fair Lady. I love adaptations and everything Broadway. Few exceptions. My Fair Lady happens to be one.
There is more to being respectable than the way one speaks. Add the way one dresses or even acts for that matter. I’m drawn to the odd balls, the misfits, the cutters (1979 movie Breaking Away – Jackie Earle Hayley, you charismatic Kelly Leak devil you). Boo, hiss if you will, all you lovers of Pygmalion. I can take it.
So let’s get back to rain, reign, rein. Is that like buy, by, bye orthere, their, they’re? You betcha! YAY Homophones! Here are some more:
doe, doh, dough – deer, Homer, pizza 🙂
cite, sight, site
holey, holy, wholly
peak, peek, peke, pique
vain, vane, vein
ware, wear, where
Grammar police of the world unite in our common disdain for misuse of words. Of course in poetic stream of consciousness, all bets are off. If I were to search back through my work, I’d find all sorts of artistic license. Any hoo (see I did it right here, get it?). Hehe, I slay me.
Now let’s play a game; shall we? In my pathetic attempt to enter into engaging conversation with my readership (of which there are two brave souls who mightplay along), comment with the homophones of your choice. Bonus score for using said homophones in a sentence correctly. C’mon on in, the water’s fine. You know you want to!
I feel a novella coming on … well maybe not. I hear tell 500 words or less is the average attention span. I will try and keep to that. Let the games begin!
Good morning world; what a glorious day! Saturday June 23rd, 2017 in the year of our Lord.
I’ve been thinking about stuff … lots of stuff.
Everyone knows that mi familia has been through some stuff.
To compensate, I remind myself with daily affirmations that our stuff is not bad … in the big scheme of things. Our stuff is minor in comparison what others are going through as I rattle off atrocities hitting the headline news. But … and it’s a BIG but … we can’t keep diminishing our feelings and sweeping things under the rug.
Stuff should NOT be bottled up and locked tightly away.
Heaven forbid we share our stuff because no one … and I mean no one REALLY (as opposed to falsely) wants to know about THAT!
Well a Pandora’s Box of stuff is about to fling open!
In fact, I could even make a new category!!! Oh how I love new categories. Bringing me such Glee or if my creativity doesn’t spark, these love notes will definitely be categorized as J-Dub’s Confessions.
More matter the category, the following is an example of the stigma one must overcome when sharing our stuff.
Friend across the aisle “I think it is terrible what was written about that poor woman, don’t you?”
Me: “My brother was an alcoholic; I wished I had said something back in the day. Too late for him, but maybe the daughter’s words will save someone else.”
Friend across the aisle “well yes, talk about it but … you know, keep the discussion in the family”
Me: “Secrets and shame are harmful. To me, WHY THE HELL NOT?!!!! ”
Far too many people would rather be ostriches burying their heads in the sand. Who knows why? Maybe they think “if I don’t talk about it, it will go away” or … motives are countless. The short of it is this, I have lost friends who could not deal with me talking about my stuff. I am older now and I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks of me but for the next generation or anyone not in the same head space being denied an outlet is devastating. Speak people … SHOUT from the rooftops if you have to. We are here; we will listen. You are not alone.