The Circus is in Town/Flashback Friday

La Habra California, population 59,233...opps make that 59,250 with Octomom and posse of 16. Yes people, Octomom is moving to La Habra. I heard it, not once, not twice, but three times. We haven't heard news this big since the crowning of the Corn Queen at the La Habra's annual Corn Festival. Can you believe it? And it's ironic because the name of the street the clan will be living on is called Madonna Lane. You know, Madonna, mother of Jesus, the one who conceived immaculately. If this wasn't really happening, I truly wouldn't have believed it. I'm surprised the street wasn't named Angelina Lane near the cross street of "looney bin".

This quaint 2,500sq ft home with 4 bedroom and 3 baths sits cozily in a well groomed culdesac amongst NORMAL people with jobs and income and looked after children. Can I just say how happy we all are that this event will be happening on the other end of the city from me. Although, I can feel a ripple of excitement just thinking about running into the fam at the local Stater Bros or maybe me andOctomom will exchange glances in the neighborhood pharmacy. I'll be picking up allergy medication, she...she will be picking up her Thorazine Medication. I can see it now...tupperware parties, candleparties, botox parties. Anyways...How exciting for us La Habrians. A Celebrity, right here, practically in my backyard. I know....I'll send over a basket of muffins, oh wait, I better make it acouple of dozen.


Update: The clan still lives there, although at this time, Octomom hasn't paid the mortgage and is being threatened to be kicked out. Somehow, I don't believe it. All the commotion has died down regarding her 3 ring circus but her Dr. will be loosing his license.

Sleeping with Grampa's pants

Having gone to yard and estate sales most of my life and had my share of my own..NEVER had I experienced what happened to me at my latest trek of yard sales this past weekend. First, I purchased this for $2. A white chippy wrought iron plant stand that I will probably spray white.




...and then I came across this box of crafty stuff...red velvet ribbon, gold ribbon, green fuzzy pipe cleaners, red raffia, a red vase and lots more....all this for $1



...and then I came to the house of bad decisions... As I circle around this front yard, scoping out the yard sale landscape, I am listening to the what I think are the owners of said home as they bicker with each other about something or other concerning a price on something a customer wanted. They couldn't agree and the man turned on his heels and left to go into the house as the woman continued her negotiations and transaction with her prospective buyer. He came out again when the buyer left and started arguing regarding pricing and he kept saying things like "This was gramma's, why are you selling it?" and "I don't wanna sell this". OK...now I thinkin'
there is some stuff here that is #1 Old...#2 has sentimental value ...#3 maybe shouldn't be here and #4 right up my alley.

...and then I saw it. A flash of red outta the corner of my eye, some sort of throw I thought. As I walked fast toward it, horses appeared and they were pulling carts and buggys. I picked it up and it was a bedspread. A very large bedspread and as I turned it over it's other side was made up of some sort of patch work. Grays, browns, blacks and tweedy fabric. Hmmmm, I thought this is interesting and old.

The lady came up to me and told me $1. I repeated back to her $1? Ah, ha she replied. I asked her what this was, bedspread, comforter? She started to tell me how her GREAT GRANDMOTHER sewn that for her GREAT GRANDFATHER because he loved horses and had a buggy and that the patch work on the other side was put together using squares from his old suites. YES...his old clothing...SUITS....and how her grandmother had it in the spare room and didn't like it and gave it to her mother who hated it and somehow it came into this girls possession and she didn't like it either.

I was shocked. In my opinion...even if you hated something that was passed down from generations....you just kept it. Put it in a box up in the rafters hidden...anywhere...but you don't sell it for $1 at a yard sale. Needles to say I wanted it but was afraid the crazy guy would come and snatch it from my grip. I asked her twice if she was sure, ya know, after all, it is an heirloom..Yep!! "I'm sure" she said. I then asked her if yer husband was OK with it...She laughed and said "that's my brother and he can't stand this thing, we didn't even like it when it was at our grandparents house". OK then, sold for $1...

I'd like to think that I was doing a good deed and saving the integrity of the family name and that I was spreading good karma into the Universe knowing that I had a daughter that was horse crazy and would take care of it and appreciate it...plus, I couldn't pass up a crazy bargain like this...I'm Just Sayin'

All I am Saying...

Is Give Peace a Chance

R.I.P John Lennon Oct. 9, 1940~Dec. 8,1980