Helen (via text message while sitting next to me): “lynner, my tummy is stretching to its limits…it’s amazing how elastic organs are”
Lynn (stares with horror at the text message while Helen sits by laughing): “How do I block you?”
Helen: “I’m not spam!”
hahahaha Oh Helen…You never read this, but you are hilarious little mig. ^_^
C/o beingfrugal.net. 
I think it’s a good reminder of sorts to be aware and conscious of how we spend our money and where it goes. That and I thought it was hilarious. If not a bit depressing, but hey, the best element of humor is that it contains a bit of truth. ^_^
I was surfing around on his website and I saw this post with this statement:
Every time you spend a dollar, you sacrifice a bit of your future.
He kind of broke it down and hashed it out, but I totally disagree with that statement. If I use a dollar to buy 20 dollars, how is that a sacrifice? More realistically, what I’m saying is, if you spend your money on something worthwhile or has a high rate of return, you are in a sense investing for your future.
For example: Let’s say I spend $300 on a nice business suit. I may wear it once. Or twice. It may get me a job that pays upwards of 90k/year. I’d say the trade-off is worth it.
Anyways, I’m sure that guy is aware of it, it just didn’t seem like it from his post.
I’ve been sick all week and it suuuuuckssssss. And they turned off the water today to fix the water main. That sucks too. But How I Met Your Mother is a great show and Josh Radnor is so cute!
IKEA makes the WORST bookshelves I have EVER used. I mean, good grief man! It has to hold books! haha Yeap. That is my rant for the day because I had three or so shelves break on me. . .and like, yeah, it’s just not good.
It makes me feel: 
and very: 
but mostly: 
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I need to go bookshelf hunting next weekend. .. .Yay ^_^ And figure out some way to throw this one away.
Shamelessly stolen from somewhere. . .who stole it from somewhere else. . .etc Enjoy!
THE DIFFERENCE
I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day
I had to much to accomplish that I didn’t have time to pray
Problems just tumbled about me, and heavier came each task;
“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered. He said, “You didn’t ask.”
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn’t show me. He said, “But you didn’t seek.”
I tried to come into God’s presence; I used all my keys at the lock
God gently and lovingly chided, “My child, you didn’t knock.”
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day;
I had to much to accomplish that I had to take time to pray.
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