Just Call Me Macgyver-ette

Growing up, my father was pretty tight with money, still is for that matter.  But anytime something broke, instead of fixing it properly, he would “rig” things so that they weren’t fixed, but still worked well enough to serve a purpose.  As much as I hate it, I guess I kind of picked up on this trait.  Not necessarily because I’m trying to save money, but really just because that’s the way things were always done, and that’s how I was taught things should be.

I guess it’s good to an extent, I’ve become quite resourceful.  I can fix just about anything with duct tape or baling wire…but it’s not pretty.

So today, when I went to feed the horses, I knocked on the door of the people who live there.  The horses are just about out of hay and since they have a horse there as well, and a truck much more capable of hauling hay than mine, they usually pick the hay up.  When I knocked, no one answered.

Let me back up real quick.  A few days ago, I erased all the numbers out of my call log.  No big deal at the time, but today I realized that when I did this, I accidentally erased the record of the last time the people where the horses are called me.  And because I’m dumb, I never actually saved their number in my phone, so I had no way of calling them to tell them I had been by to bring them money for hay.  I wanted them to know that I had the money so they would go tomorrow and pick it up, because the horses are going to need it pretty darn quick, and we have rain coming in.  So, I decided to leave them a note on the door.

Brilliant plan right?  Except…I didn’t have a pen.  Luckily I DID have my notepad in the car so I began the frantic search for a pen.  Nothing.  I sat there for a minute and thought, maybe if I sat there long enough they would show up.  Unfortunately, I can be a bit impatient sometimes.  I searched around for a pen again, knowing full well that one did not exist.  Finally, I came across my makeup bag.  I opened it, thinking maybe there was a pencil eyeliner in there.  Not the optimal writing utensil, but it would do the job.  Of course, I didn’t have one of those either.  I did, however, have mascara.

Yes, I used mascara to write a note….


Hey…it works!

So this got me to thinking about all of the other “resourceful” things I’ve done in my past.

  • One time, the heel of my boot came off, and instead of buying new boots, I just tied the heel on with baling wire
  • I lost a lot of weight at my old job, but didn’t really have the time or money to go out and buy a lot of new clothes.  My jeans got to the point where they would literally fall off while I was walking.  Rather than go to the store and buy a cheap belt, I would tie baling twine around my waist
  • The head on my pitchfork came off the handle.  Instead of just buying a new head for like 5 bucks, I put it back on with duct tape.
  • When my hair ties break, I just tie the ends together in a knot and put them back in my hair
  • The cotter pin in the wheel of a trailer I was using came out and the wheel fell off the trailer.  I stuck a nail through the hole where the cotter pin went, and tied baling wire(I told you I could use baling wire for anything) around the nail to keep it from falling out

These are probably things I shouldn’t admit…but I reckon it’s too late now.

Hmmm….I sound pretty cheap now don’t I?


The Evolution of Communication

I’ll be the first to admit, I’ve never been a good communicator.  Orally at least, I AM a writer after all!  But I have to say, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve gotten better.  I remember in grade school teachers would approach my mom and tell them that they thought something was wrong with me, because I never talked. However, to this day, I would much rather communicate via text message or Facebook as opposed to actually speaking to a person one on one or on the phone.

Some people may see this as a fault, but after observing friends and family who are much more willing to speak their opinion, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve saved my butt from getting in A LOT of trouble.  I dunno, you can criticize me if you choose, but I think there’s something to be said for someone who can hold their tongue in almost any situation.  And for the most part, I haven’t suffered one bit.

Anyways, the reason I bring up the subject of communication is, I’ve had this idea for a blog for a long time, however, as most of you know, I haven’t exactly been present in the blog land lately, so I haven’t had a chance to bring it to life.  See, “the boy” and I communicate almost entirely in text messaging.  Not that we don’t speak to each other, but text messaging is just so convenient these days, and given that I don’t see him as often as most couples, it’s a good way to stay in touch, and annoy each other.  Just kidding, he doesn’t really annoy me…most of the time.

So, we use the same text messaging app, which allows us to send cute smileys and, even better, doodles to each other.  Sadly, it’s almost gotten to the point where we can carry on an entire conversation using strictly smileys and doodles…I suppose that’s not too bad, it shows we understand each other…maybe? I was going through my phone the other day, and since it automatically saves the doodles we send back and forth, I thought some of them were kinda funny and, despite the boys disdain, thought I would share them with you guys.


Alright…first up.




Apparently this is what I look like when I walk my dogs.  Or maybe this is his depiction of me battling Cerberus?



The best friend anyone can ever have.  Nappy monster regularly visits us on lazy days.



OOOOHHHH scary shark!!!!



It’s never a good day when you have sad feet, happy feet…or socks maybe?  are so much better!



Oh no!  The fishees are drowning!  Someone call 911!  QUICK!!!


Very few people know this, but there is a very special pillow in the boys house.  Very few people know this because, apparently the boy is ashamed of said pillow and always hides it when company comes over.  But this is my absolute favorite pillow in the world, thus I dubbed it “huggy pillow”….because it’s…well….huggable.  Anyways, this is a picture of him hogging huggy pillow.



Because regular cows are for sissies.


And finally…



I have no idea what the context of this one is but…if this is the way he sees me…I can’t help but wonder how we’ve made it this long!


Can I Have a Cookie?

I’ve been doing a lot of extra freelance writing lately, just to make a little money here and there.  I enjoy freelancing, it allows me to learn new things, things I never would have expected to find myself researching.  I really enjoy learning new things, and this just forces me to delve deeply into different subjects and understand them enough to sound like an expert.  

For the most part, I’ll take on just about any assignment, as long as I think I can get remotely interested in the subject.  There are a few things however, that I have to think long and hard before accepting.  I usually end up passing on these articles, but sometimes, I take them (usually because they pay pretty handsomely).

It struck me today though, that my computer is probably overloaded by a huge variety of different things.  My computer is probably pretty confused about who I am.  For a long time, it probably knew who its owner was.  Someone who loved horses, mini pigs, and sharks.  But when I started the new endeavor of freelancing, it started finding itself searching for topics like interior design, kitchen remodeling, and (God forbid!) weddings.  

No wonder I started seeing weird ads on my Facebook wall!

Today however, I came across an assignment I couldn’t pass up.  Not because what it was about, but because it paid really well, and I’m in a situation right now where I will take all the money I can!

After clicking accept though, I started having regrets.  The subject matter was something I know absolutely NOTHING about, and I’m not just saying this because my mom is reading this either.  See, I’m required to write reviews about different strains of cannabis.  Yes, cannabis.  (Weed for those of us who were goody goodies in high school)

I’ve done all my research, and I’m finding out as I get further and further, that I really know NOTHING about smoking marijuana.  Not that that’s a bad thing or anything, I’m just finding myself wishing that maybe I would have been a little more experimental during my youth.

Anyways, I wasn’t, and I have no desire to go THAT far into research, but it just makes me wonder, what the heck kind of ads am I going to start getting on my Facebook wall now?  I can already see it, advertisements for munchies, head shops, and Prozac!  Combine those with the other cookies I’ve gotten from previous research assignments and my computer is really going to start thinking I’m a “classy” character.

Just for fun, I thought I’d share with you some of the titles of assignments I’ve written and allow you to come up with your own assumptions as to what type of person I REALLY am:


  • What Questions Should I Ask When Hiring a Wrongful Death Attorney?
  • Halloween Costumes for Toddlers
  • Five Year Anniversary Gift Ideas
  • History of Penis Enlargement (that was a fun one too!)
  • How to Get a Low Interest Car Loan
  • Keeping Your Dog Hydrated