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Pawn Shops

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The South is plagued with car dealerships, tattoo parlors, strip malls and pawn shops. Growing up in New England I was not accustomed to this concept of second hand items. My sisters and I were familiar with hand me downs, including toys,  but not a store where you can purchase such things. But since moving down to VA and now residing in NC, I see these stores are a dime a dozen.

One has to get over the notion that recycling is bad, that we are too good for such items and we would never be seen or caught in such a joint. That was me before moved down, key word was. I have embraced this wonderful source of merchandise. Just because it is second hand does not make it useless. Something we can aspire to keep in mind not just for pawn shops but in our our day lives. How many times have we turned something down based solely on the fact we felt it was not good enough for us? Why, because it is not brand sparking new? This could branch out not just to materialistic items but to our relationships. Yeah it is nice to get new things, I am guilty of that. But when I can buy something that is in great shape at a price I can actually afford and wont break me, why not? I remember way back when I went home to Maine and had received compliments on a shirt. I proudly announced it had only cost me $1.75 at the pawn shop. The look on my family’s faces was priceless, for that was not something you did. The other day I purchased a 500 GB hard drive and 2-8gb thumb drives for a combination value of $65.00! Here is another revelation, most of the pawn shops in my area have freaken layaway. I mean come on people it does not get much better then that, especially in this economy. The sad side of pawn shop is the times people have to hock their personal items to bring some money in and we know they rarely get a decent value back. It’s what makes this concept go around. I am beyond that now, the price is right, the items are decent and you can return it if it does not work. With the way the dollar is going, you just can’t beat this way of shopping

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Sam and Dean

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The family has been watching the show “Supernatural” since its conception. Well my husband has and my son and I got drawn in soon afterwards. We will watch reruns and laugh at the same spots. Scenes will be brought up in conversations among ourselves. Upon hearing the show was being continued for another season, I externally shouted WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOO! I do have a favor of the producers, editors and writers. Could you please have Sam and Dean be shirtless as much as possible? I mean I am willing to give up my first born bird if I have to. OK maybe not to that extent, but you all get the point. These men are HOT with a capital HOT. Oh my gosh, all they have to do is stand there and I would be happy. I use to be Team Sam but the last few years I have switched over to Team Dean where I still reside. I love this show, and I honestly wish it never would end. The new season starts in a matter of weeks and we are so stoked- and ready.

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The Spit Rebellion of 2011

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The conspirators:

The rebellion:

My desk is snuggled between a bookcase and one of my bird cages. Inside are 4 males or as I lovingly call them, my boys. This past week, I have noticed a trend with my cockatiels. One day as I was typing away I felt a splash of water on my neck. Now with the boys being so close to me I thought one was taking a bath. I paid no attention. This continued for a few minutes until I finally turned to look at them. What I saw was the youngest ,Nye, sitting by one of the water containers as he got some water and spit in my direction. I was surprised a bit and did chuckle on the side. I wondered if maybe I did not smell good to them( I had just taken a shower with a new gel), or perhaps they just wanted my attention. My son chimed in and thought it might be some mating ritual they wanted to share with mama, aka me. I shrugged it off and continued to work.

The next day I again was at my desk hard at work. Like before, I felt some water on my neck. Turning to the side I saw a scene that I could not have possibly imagine. The 4 birds were lined up in a row by the water container. Each would get a sip and spit at me, and go to the back of the line. The next would take his place and repeat the action of spitting. If a bird can smile, I swear they were doing it that day. I am not sure what was the cause of this. In all my years of breeding birds, this has never occurred. To see these little birds organize such an event at me, well one had to see it to believe it. This continued for 3 straight days. Without any warning it stopped. I have yet to figure out why this happened. I just know it did. So now when I sit down at my desk I give them a weary eye. This is to let them know the jig is up.  I am on to them, even if I can’t stop it.

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