I had to drive Mr. A’s work truck on Monday and Tuesday, and I’ll be driving it today, too.  It’s a nice truck, I like driving it.  My Pathfinder’s been swaying, apparently this is an issue for older model Pathfinder’s. Probably due to old age more than anything I would guess. Serendipitously for me, [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

Mr. A and I have had this side job that involves quite a bit of driving for the past three years.  We used to do it every single week, 146 miles round trip. But then that part of the route decreased to every three weeks. We were still having to drive places one day [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

Nancy asked:

Do you ever get stressed out, and splurge on coffee or chocolate?

Nancy, thank you for your question!  I’m sensitive to caffeine so I limit any intake to 4 ounces at a time. Otherwise I get shaky. I had an experience when I was sixteen where I got addicted to drinking coffee [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

Before I chose my winner today on Friday morning, I saw a post listed with a title very similar to the one on this post under the BlogHerAds:

I freaked out for about two seconds, clicking to load the post all the while thinking I accidentally posted my answers that I’d started before [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

I blogged about our trash dilemma and promised an update.

Mr. A looked into the other company and we were thinking about switching. The only thing that made us uncomfortable is the competitor empties the 90 gallon cans by hand. With our current company, we don’t have to bag every single thing that goes [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

Currently Mr. A’s cell phone is his business line. We have advertising in the Yellow Book and Yellow Pages, on his websites, business cards, Craigslist, four newspapers, all using the one phone number.

But Mr. A’s phone is over two years old now, and we think it’s not getting good reception as he seems [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

I’m really not a collector. I’m a packrat, but not a collector. Actually, my opinion of collections is they are just one more thing to take care of. When I was growing up, my siblings used to break my prized possessions, so I pretty much feel like “why bother?” I have to work hard [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]

I’ve been a packrat all of my life. I believe it stemmed from my poverty-stricken childhood, but it could be genetic as my grandmother and grandfather who lived through The Great Depression were both afflicted with it. And well, yes my mother has it as well. Mr. A has it, worse than me, and [CLICK TO CONTINUE...]