Our House

So long story short we'd love to sell our house.  You wanty?

 

So part of my issues with blogs lately include the increasingly overused like to know it bitly.  So um. How about this.  I know that Lilly had a sale.  I overspent.  It was very un-Dave Ramsey of me.  I appreciate the heads up from my fellow lady-bloggers, as of course you know there was a countdown on that baby, as there is every year.  Honestly, how nerve racking. 

So um. How about this.  I love the heads up regarding the sale.  But no, I don't care to like to know it so that you can get a cut of my money by clicking your link and then purchasing.  Not that I am a hater.  Not that it's a dishonest way to make money, I'm halfway bright, I understand the marketing and it's really no different than the company advertising elsewhere... Except here's the thing:  You {the proverbial, hypothetical, theoretical you} lose your credibility as a fun loving life living just a girl in the world blogger persona when all your posts are of you, in your most fab outfit, donchawannaknowwhereigotityoutoocanhaveit {hashtag}{bitly}{etc}.  Sorry.  It just gets old.  It's all great at first...but then honestly, I'm bored of your clothing sale posts.  No one shops that much.  {And if you do: stop because it's wasteful and glutinous.  Too harsh?}  And stop getting your husband to pose out on the railroad tracks by your house so we can like to know his men's jeans.  It's sad and lonely and he didn't really want to do that until you told him it'd make you some money.

Anywho, doncha just love my new linen pants?! Ah such a steal and no I don't plan to say goodbye to summer when it's still hotter than blue blazes outside.  Exsqueeze Me.

RH, GH, WTH.

Due to the high volumes of rain and the fact that my children hate sleep {or me} I could not be more pleased that these yummies arrived in the mail today {free of charge} and though it is not extremely green of me, nor will I probably afford not-a-one item, I will sit here and pillage in front of my DVR'ed General Hospital stories and thank Jesus for a minute of mindless me-ness.

Meredith Decker; Charmed, I'm Sure

So, here's the deal.  I have a blog, but times have changed. 

This is mah new blahg. 
The thing about it is: I may be going in a different direction than in my previous {blog} life so rather than undo what was done, I'm just starting fresh.  Does this make sense, Sugar Marie?  {LindseyBrooke ever since you started that I just can't stop!}

So here we are-I'm Meredith Decker; Charmed, I'm Sure.

This is where I over indulge in my own opinions and overshare in my glamorously exhilarating self important life.  I totally hope you think it's interesting and can't get enough of me.  And if not,  we're good this will just be my very public slightly obnoxious "Dear Diary."

So, Sugar Marie: nice to have you, please feel free to follow along...

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