Being Alone Finally Feels Worth It...

Being alone use to terrify me. I was always so wrapped up in my partner's life, that without him, I was lost. I always put someone else before myself, so the absence of that distraction forced me to focus on me...and THAT me was obviously not a happy girl. I didn't want to think about myself!

The best thing that ever happened to me was to be single for 3 years! Sure, it is scary to transition back into being alone, so I never in a billion years thought I would think this way!

That being said, it has been a very long time since I spent any more than a few hours with a guy where I wasn't counting down the seconds where I could get back to my comfortable "single existence".

This is the curse, or blessing of living alone for over 10 years!

Two weekend's ago I actually had a really great time with HS friend, and I wasn't even counting the moments until he left. A night out turned into spending a lot more time together than I thought we would. 

He took me to lunch the next day, where I watched an entire football game, and  tried to like it! And I hate football!! And if I'm being honest, it is kind of fun to watch how bent out of shape people get over a sports game! They act like it's "The Bachelor" or something!

I even wanted to see him again at the end of last week without giving it too much thought. I mean, usually I prefer to be alone..I am alone so much, I really enjoy the time I spend with me! I'm kind of awesome. 

Am I in love? No, silly! It's really OK to like a boy's company without wondering how well his last name will suit your first name!

And for the time being, I'm OK with that. Being alone for so long has taught me that it isn't the end of the world if someone decides they don't like you. Or if you decide that, as it turns out...things wouldn't work out in a serious relationship. I can finally understand that if things don't start to progress, it wasn't meant to be. It was a stepping stone, a lesson... a means to get you from one place to the next.

But necessary, nonetheless!

I'm confident in my ability to decide when something has gone on long enough without a commitment. I'll know when I feel like I want more, and if I ask and don't receive...I am just as confident in my ability to walk away.

Even though being alone for such a long time felt like torture at times, it turns out it was a blessing in disguise!

So I TiVod Porn?....

Recently, I have had to say goodbye to my TiVo, and our 12 year relationship....a person without TiVo, who has been slumming it with a DVR, cannot understand just how heartbreaking this really is.

My new DVR, is merely a glorified VCR. It doesn't have any of the bells and whistles that TiVo has. Sure, it records what I tell it to, sort of, but it doesn't know what I like. We do not share a connection. I guess you don't know what you are missing, if you have never even had it....Maybe my TiVo is a metaphor for love...?

I traded TiVo in for my new box, so I wouldn't be charged for the equipment. I disconnected her in haste, and boxed her right up to send back. I didn't get a chance to erase all my saved shows.

At first thought, I wasn't  worried about the myriad of TV shows still left on there.

But, in addition to seasons of Lost, American Horror Story, many, many Houswives,....I also had a handful of "skinemax" movies I had recorded and saved.....

I guess, when you come right down to it...I cannot possibly be the worst porn offender that has returned a unit, right?

I mean, I really don't think that "Coed Confidential" will land me on any federal pervert lists....Right??!






 

It's a Break....Not a Break Up...

Yes, I just may be a TV addict, but there are way worse things I could admit to.

Sadly...it's the end of an era for me.

I have long been in perfect relationship with my TiVo. Twelve years of happy.

TiVo knows what you like. It finds you awesome things to watch, and when you get home to check TiVo, you often find a show with your favorite person, or something you didn't know about. 

It has the charming "bloop, bloop" sound when you make selections. The peanut remote. The TiVo guy dances for you on your menu screens. TiVo gives you the option to learn more about things that are advertised on TV commercials at the push of a button.

TiVo lost local channels, and a few other cable channels last week. I kept thinking it was a fluke since I still get them on my newer reciever in my bedroom.

An hour with tech support proved I needed to download a software upgrade, either via a wireless router, or my landline. Neither of which I am a proud owner of. Besides, the cost of hooking up a landline or buying a router is greater than a simple box upgrade to DVR.

So, until I save up for the new fancy TiVo box, (which I could lease from Direct Tv, but after the initial fee, and monthly service, costs about 3 times as much as purchasing the new unit...) I am going to be like every other regular Joe in the world and have a plain old boring DVR.

Also, I will have to re-enter approximately 45 season passes into the new box.(This is minus all the ones I never cleaned out, I had about 60 canceled shows in there!!)

And set another 100 wish list items. (if DVR even has a wish list equivelant, who knows.)

I'm probably more sad about the lost relationship with TiVo, than any other in my life thus far.

12 years is a long time.

RIP TiVo. You served me well.

Mary Katherine..

This is a pretty awesome topic, but I know I cannot be the only girl in the world with this problem. I have learned so much from fellow bloggers over the years, and I'm sure this may turn up a tip or two.

You know the girl, from SNL, that always smelled her pits? I've become that girl. 

I don't even remember when it started, but what I do know, is that when I was over 100lbs overweight, I didn't have a sweating problem at all. Sure, I was out of breath, and got sweaty, but not to the point that it overpowered my anti-persperant. At least my pits remained dry.

Since embarking on my weight-loss journey, I've noticed an increase in sweating. Not just when I work out, but any time I exert myself. I've read that fit people sweat more sometimes when their body temps are lower, at the beginning of a workout. Ok, I'll take "more" but not to this point.


Some time ago, my anti-persperant quit working. Not to the point where I smelled, because I glob on the deoderant. I mean, I count to 30 on each underarm, 30 passes up and down. But the ANTI quit working in the persperant.

I don't sweat at rest from head to toe. Just my pits. Which is pretty awesome at the office, when you walk around with rings of sweat under your arms in your nice clothes.

I've tried everything. Every type, every brand, and every form of anti-persperant. The worst of which is mens' brands. Theirs doesn't even stop you from sweating at all, and you smell awful! I wonder what people thought about me when I had on my Old Spice deoderant? Why don't men need anti-persperant? They have hairy pits! How come they just need deoderant?

Winter, spring, summer and fall, I suffer from excessive sweaty pits. Sometimes, I stuff tissues in there to stop it. I go to someones desk to answer a question, and leave a trail of wadded up tissues in my wake. Awesome!

I put it on in the morning. I put it on before I workout. I put it on after I shower. I put it on again before bed.  I put it on randomly at my desk. (I haven't been caught yet) it doesn't matter. I still have sweaty pits.

My last stop before confessing to my Dr. that I have a sweaty pit problem was shelling out $12 for clinical strength anti-persperant, which was somewhat a crapshoot, because it only contained 1% more of the active ingredient than the last kind I bought and costs $5 more.

Did this work? No. It didn't, and at least this time, I get to send in my receipt, and UPC code for a full refund, which I am totally doing because I am older now, and value a dollar. 

I have looked up medical conditions that cause this, which were ruled out by my recent biometric screening.

Short of botoxing my pits (Arrrrgh!!) I am at a loss.

So, anyone else in my sweaty pit boat? I don't mind floating alone. Sometimes it is pretty sweet to be the pioneer!

Stuff You Only Admit on your Blog....

While I am a very open person, there are some things I only admit to under the "guise" of anonimity.

I have mentioned once or twice (ha!) how I have dropped a considerable amount of weight. And how I also, have wanted to get a tummy tuck due to the floppy stomach I have inherited by "becoming more healthy". But having researched this surgery extensively, it scares the shit out of me. I have visions of my guts falling out if the staples don't hold.

It isn't as bad since I gained 15lbs (and lost 5 of that, yesss) but it's still floppy. It's nothing doing crunches could ever fix. And I already work out three times a day, cardio, and strength. And I eat "clean" 85% of the time. (nothing processed, well besides wine!)

In clothes, I feel amazing. But when I put my pants on, it scrunches up my belly into an accordian-like fold, because, it's just "there". In the way. Probably impeding me from going down another size!

Honestly, I was way more confident overweight and naked, than being "thin" and naked. Because at least when I was overweight, my body didn't "flap" around when I jump, or do....anything else physical. wink, wink...ahem.. I also didn't have cellulite. Or an akward wrinkle where my butt meets my hamstrings that use to be filled with fat, and now just looks weird, and  the thought of a bathing suit with a wrinkled ass at 36 horrifies me! (that I am trying desperately to squat and lunge away!)

 I've always been a cocoa butter slatherer, baby oil luber, and oatmeal bath soaker, and at least a half gallon of water if not more a day-er. I work hard to have soft skin, so what is left?


And I'm here to tell the blogosphere, that I actually went to my local Walgreens, and purchased a tube of preparation H (I can't wait until the next time I go there, like, tomorrow) because I read that weight lifters use this to tighten their skin to show more muscle.(thanks, internets!)

You slather it on, and wrap the area in saran wrap overnight. I have not yet tried this because I am mostly afraid to ruin my new bed with the stench of butt lube. Plus, it occurred to me that even if it does work, it has got to be a temporary fix. Maybe for use before hitting the beach?


I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, but this sounds the silliest!

What kind of "tricks" have you tried?

Having a Heart...

There are a few times it sucks to be single. Like, when you have to fix a deadbolt yourself because you live in the ghetto and don't want to wait for the landlord, and all you have is a phillips screwdriver. (btw why is it called a phillips???)

Or when giant spiders transcend from the ceiling.... you wake up from a bad dream... raw chicken needs to be cut up... you want someone to take care of you when you are sick... or you need sex.

Usually, I embrace single. All those things can be done on your own, as much as it may suck. But sometimes there are things that make me wish I had a man around.

Like when I came home to find one of my cats hovered in the corner near the fridge, over a tiny field mouse caught in a mousetrap.

Now, a couple years ago I had mice in the winter, and I caught several of them fine and disposed of them, while I didn't enjoy it, I could handle it. And it didn't stick with me that I was a murderer.

This time, the mouse was not dead. It's little mouse head was just caught in the trap but it was squeaking tiny squeaks of pain, and breathing heavily. After much avoidance, and hoping it would be out of its misery on its own, I had to put on my big girl pants, a pair of gloves and pick it up in a shopping bag, while chanting "omg I am so sorry little mouse, I am so so sorry" over and over.

Instead of disposing of it in the trash, I set it free out in the woods behind my house. I am not sure how free the mouse was, seeing that it was already smashed in a trap.

Sometimes, I do not enjoy my ginormous heart, that embraces all walks of life. Even rodents.

Yes, I understand nature, and the circle of life, and nature states, that cats and other predators should kill mice.

I have four cats.

I am certain I am never going to get the horrific feeling out of my heart. Kinda like the time when I was 7, and I accidentally stepped on a toad, who also did not die, but suffered grave injuries. Or the time I hit a squirrel years back, that ran into my tires while I was driving! I think about these things all the time!

In the end, I have learned a valuable lesson that I can share with other people forced to keep their homes free of mice, that hate to be murdereres.

These traps, are quite easy to set, one touch, and quite convenient. But obviously, they do not kill very quickly, and cause them to suffer.

The Day before the day my dreams will come true...

On this moment in history....I have done the unthinkable. What....until now, I have only hoped and dreamed of. A dream I have had since I was just a young girl, before the evils of having boobs, and periods got hold of me....

I am the proud owner, of a lower level ticket, to see my all time most favorite person in the world.......MADONNA!!!!!! This is the best $192 I've ever spent. And if I'd had more time to plan (or available credit) I'd have gotten floor seats, but guess what? I'm going! And I paid with cash money!

Sadly, my friend that was going to go with me tried to talk me down to the nose bleed seats, and cheaped out....which um, was not happening. I told her nocando! So I made the big girl decision, to go to the big city solo, and see the show.

Even sadder still...our company suite was NOT available so a suite upgrade is not in the stars. But guess what? I'm going!

I figure, anyone else willing to shell out that kind of money for a concert, is going to have one thing in common with me.....a life-long love of the Material Girl, and I'll make a friend or two! I'm already perusing cute tops at Madonna.com to buy and wear!

So, all day long I told every passer-by at work that I got tickets to the Madonna concert, a minimum of 10 times. Most of them didn't care. But I did! I broke out in random dances, and squeals throughout the day, and all in all...annoyed the living shit out of my coworkers. But this is why they love me.

I told them they only have to put up with it for 249 more days...it'll fly by!

And in closing, if you want to know what a sweet guy school friend is, he offered to drop me off and pick me up, so I wouldn't be afraid...which for him, would be over an hour and a half drive. He makes it hard to keep my heart on ice for sure.

Last Will and Testament....

By now, you all know Madonna is touring. *Angels sing* The last time she came to Ohio, was 1987. I was 12. I was at the very beginnings of my love for Madonna, lace bows in the hair, o-ring bracelets, talking mom into dressing as her for Halloween. (I'll never forget when Mom took me to several stores to find the glittery bracelets...she's a good Mom)

Do you think I got to see her in concert? Hell no. The handful of times she has toured to nearby cities in PA, or NY, no one would spend the money for a ticket...let alone a trip out of town, and overnight stay.

Sure, I own all her movies, and concerts, and pretend I am there. I take the time to learn the dances to the songs, and have spent countless hours in front of the mirror acting them out. I mean, who doesn't do that where their icon is concerned?

Now, at 36, my time has come. I have a friend prepped and ready to get on the gravy train with me. She was threatened by her husband that she better not spend that much money on a ticket. But she didn't care!

I am going to utilize my fan club status, to attempt pre-sale tickets at the second highest price. If all goes well, and I am successful in getting tickets..... I just might die.

Furthermore, it is at the arena where my company has a suite. I doubt I get free the free tickets, but with tickets, also come free upgrade passes. And if I play my cards right, I may just get to see her from about a hundred yards.

Then? I will likely die.

In that instance, I leave all my Madonna memorabilia and music to Nichole, the only chick cool enough to see her with me. The stipulation is she can never sell anything.

My journals, are to be snatched up instantly by my friend Katie, who will know what to do with them, after re-living all our childhood memories together, and laughing at the later years as well.*

The cats go to Katrina.

Magoo goes to Gramma, along with the Fusion.

My sister gets all my amazing buddha decorations (including the ones I stole from her on my vacation), my dream book and the disgusting amount of jewelry I have purchased from work. (With the exception of the diamond ring I bought myself, because no man ever would...this should be placed on my cold dead finger!)

Everything else can be sold to pay off the taxes I still owe for living in a podunk town for 5 years, and having to pay an extra income tax.

Don't be too sad, I will have died a happy, and fulfilled girl. (but you should still totally cry at my funeral)

*Proceeds from any publishing of my lifes work should be used to build an animal sanctuary

Single girl in the Dojo...

My MMA instructor has an adorable resemblance (but much so much cuter, and has the most amazing green eyes *swoon*) to Jay Mohr. But more karate-like, and awesome. He teaches all the martial arts classes....so he's not the typical beefcake MMA guy.

It is pretty hot to watch him take someone down in a second flat...and maybe I have a thing for dominance?

Probably, because couple that with the Asian traditions, bowing, "yes sir's" when given an order, and calling him "master (insert cute boys name here)", mix them all together, and you have a recipe for disaster, waiting to bubble over one day and explode.

This week, he was sporting about a two day scruff, and looked extra dreamy. The lesson was how to take each other down. Get someone in a hold by the head, yank it to the side, and sweep their legs, bam! Down for the count, then you had to keep them there. Oh yea. (sidenote, my girlfriend and I had the most fun tossing each other! Knowledge..not power is the key to MMA!!)

I got to be the target and he showed me how to do it by um...taking me down, personally. I think I was blinded by the fact that this super cute boy cradled my head, and tossed me like a 5lb. sack of flour onto the ground in two seconds flat, and layed on me so I couldn't move.

I think I saw cartoon hearts when I lay there..because just as he got up, and leaned down to assist me to my feet, I kicked up my legs to stand up on my own, and well......kicked him right in the face.

No, that wasn't a defense move we should use in class.

Getting older is better with friends...

There's me, in the plain black top, you know, the one with the drunk eyes.

These are the girls that rung in the big 36 with me, dancing the night away until my hair was completely soaked in sweat, and dripping at the ends. I couldn't have asked for a better night. My drinks were bought for me, (a gay bar is the best ego boost, the men and women both aim to please, and don't care who the hell you dance with!) and we heard "in da club" by fiddy cent...really, it doesn't take much to make my dreams come true!

Our DD got shitfaced, and when we went to eat next door, and she "had to pee" we found her at the bar attached to the deli, dancing with a random stranger. I love my friends. And, the fact that a cab ride home is only 5 bucks from my favorite dancing bar!

When I finally got home at 4am and let my dog out, I fell down my back three steps, and bruised my ass cheek. The only thing I can say is at least it wasn't my tail bone, so I can still sit, and sleep on my left cheek. Running... has been especially painful! I then tucked said DD in safely on my couch after a heartfelt talk that lasted until the wee hours!

What a bitch, all night I danced my ass off in my new high heeled knee high boots, (high heels and boots are new to me) and didn't fall. And I fell barefoot on my back steps.

And since I like to look at the bright side...at least I didn't fall in public, right?

I went back to work today to a desk covered in presents. I love working for VP's, they are so kind! I made out like a bandit, and I can't wait to spend all my gift cards!

Moments I'm not proud of...

Today, I may have said to an employee "Just change it, make it happen, I don't care (insert name), it's just fucking font!!" while maybe raising my voice. Firstivly, you don't argue with your supervisor, which she was. What I say goes.

I would like to think that in comparison to like, the President's job, this particular font incident, was as important as going to war or something. I mean, Arial is a common font, and all of Microsoft's programs have it, so arguing with me that it magically changed from Arial to Tahoma when you moved something from Word to Publisher, is just crap, and telling me the font isn't available in Publisher vs. admitting you made a stupid freaking mistake, will just get you cussed at. Damn.


But, it wasn't as important as war, I just lost my cool. Actually the rest of the department said they are suprised it took me two years to blow up on this particular employee, so that has to mean something, right?

I'm awaiting my call from H.R.

No such thing as TMI...

I attended a friends wedding this weekend. It was at a private, intimate location. Mind you it was New Years Day, and I had been up til 5 am the previous night. Because, well it was NYE!

So..my morning poo at the FH (we're calling him this for future husband , cus, its good to have dreams) house was green. Now, I try to pretend I don't fart, poop, or burp but this time I had to tell someone I had green poo.

After much discussion about my green poo we decided that it was from the Grape Four Loko I had before going out to the NYE festivities. Phew. I'm not dying of stomach rot or anything.

I also had lots of vodka and seltzers. And...food I had sworn off for weeks prior so I could fit into my jeans. Buffalo dip, potatos, sour cream. I even ate a ham meatball on accident, so my body was probably rejecting the pig. (it was good, ok?)

Cut to the next day, hungover, rushing to get to this wedding over an hour away, in like, an hour, with the craps. We make it on time, the ceremony is over, I make my way to the toilet. And, do my green business. But when I try to flush the toilet. It doesn't flush.

At first I think, I'll just leave it, but then what if someone's outside waiting to go, and they KNOW I'm the green non flushing pooper? I keep fiddling with the handle and nothings happening. So I take the back of the toilet off, its not filling up with water!!!!! I was trapped. I panicked! I saw dixie cups and I started filling up the back of this toilet....

One...dixie...cup...at....a...time.

Which I think is about comparable to filling up the bath tub with an 8oz glass of water. In other words, slower than molasses! When I finally succeeded, I pulled the rubber plunger up and flushed the toilet that way. (My dad was a plumber so thank the stars I at least knew that...) When I finally emerged, FH asked if I was ok.

I had to tell him what happened, and he went in to look at the toilet for me.

And that's the story about the time I almost couldn't flush my green hangover poo at a stranger's house. And maybe now if you have a grape Four Loko, you won't freak out if you have green poo like I did!

Trouble....

I just ate a block of cream cheese. By myself. With, a knife.

Just cream cheese.

It was light cream cheese. But I think when you eat an entire block of anything, the light part goes out the window.

Shit like this, and eating 6 zero bars in one sitting, and an entire loaf of homeade bread in a day, are the reasons I almost weighed 300 lbs.

I need to get this sorrow under control. Before I gain all that weight back.

Why can't celery comfort me the way cheese, bread, and reeses peanut butter cups do?

Life and Chocolate...

So much has been going on!

I got a new phone.

I still don't have the internet at home, AT&T sucks at service.

I bought new jeans.

I'm having a secret love affair.

Oh, and I got our company suite for tonights Cav's game. Boo ya!

Maybe this isn't alot for you, but it's pretty overwhelming to me!

Baby Steps Work!..

weeks ago...

Girl: Your sign is a scorpio. I've never dated a scorpio

boy: whats that mean, we're messed up huh?

Me: we fuel each other, and my fun loving saggitarious has to crack away at your shell to get you to come out but once you trust me we are a match made in the stars

boy: that sounds about right..i do have a tough shell..

two weeks ago...

girl: do you think you will miss me when I'm on vacation?

boy: I might...you know, you are cracking my shell a bit.

Yesterday via text ...

boy: Hey sexy lady! Do you miss me yet? I think I miss you! Awe damn..my shell just cracked a little..

girl: Hey cutiepie! I do miss you! I was thinking about buying a lobster cracker at the oceanfront today.


But it looks like I don't need one.

PS I'm working on a killer tan! My sister lives a mile from the beach. It took me 20 minutes to leisurely stroll there.

I love fairy tales!!...

Once upon a time there was a girl, who was putting her laundry away, not terribly long after having her heart ripped out by a MASShole. (I'm bringing this back!)

She came across a pair of his boxers, that she use to love to wear, and had since their very first week of dating.

Then, she went out of her way to wipe her ass with them before she threw them away. True story.

That girl, might need a lesson on...moving on, but I bet inside she felt pretty good for a second.

Happiness is...a Dear John Letter...

Ladies night was a success as usual. We've been doing a monthly get together, and everyone brings new friends, and you meet new people. I went from having only one day planned this weekend, to now having my weekend jam packed full of fun girlie things to do!

The best part of the night for me, was when I was talking to a new girl about being dumped, as she is recently divorced. She asked what happened..so.

I let one of the girls narrate my dear john letter from exmanfriend to the group. (yes, you have to click and read that if you missed it...) the comments "seriously, you are glad he's gone, right?" "after three years he wrote you a letter?" "who the hell is MOJO? his CAT? Did he really blame his CAT?" "He doesn't know what the hell he wants" "you deserve so much more than that" "He dumped you on FACEBOOK? Is he 12?" "He did you the biggest favor, you'll see that".

All made me laugh and realize that yes...I am a wonderful lady. Who didn't deserve to get dumped, let alone, the way he dumped me. And I am going to be so much better off when my real prince comes along.

It's important to have girlfriends. A slap in the face is easier when you have people to pick you up.

The Breakfast Line...

In the breakfast line in the grill at the office:

Grill guy: "did you guys see that (whatever kind of kids jumbo water slide with water guns on it) was on sale at toys r us for $200?"

Coworkers: "yea it's normally $500"!

Grill Guy: "I got one for my kids"

Me: "when I was little I had to swim in a trash can"

At least I wasn't alone, my friend Stephanie use to play in there too.

New Things...

WTF is a lentil? It tastes beany, and a whole bag of them cost under 2 bucks. This not eating bad carbs thing, is really tricky. everything i had instinct to buy at the store, carbs. Produce? Expensive. What else is there? Beans? Legumes? Have you read the labels on those cans?

So, I went old school. I bought bags of various dry beans and lentils. Au natural. I'm going to make my own hummus with some chick peas too in my food processor after I soak them to life.(thanks to the ex asshole manfriend leaving this at my house in his hurry to abandon ship).

Im also finding a new appreciation for saurkraut. You can eat a buttload of that for 15 calories. I cook it in a pan with some sliced turkey and add a peice of provolone and its like a better version of a reuben.

Maybe I really wont miss carbs.

You know what misses them most? My pocketbook. I use to be able to eat for $10 a week at the discount grocery. My last bill for food was $85 bucks. Uh. This fat better get to melting off me real quick!

* Today after eating my breakfast sandwhich prepared with love by me, I thought twice before throwing out the tin foil. I considered re-using it. I'm not sure if this should be filed under becoming my mother or not, but I really didn't like that the thought crossed my mind.

Burns and Burrrrrns...

Friday I went tanning as is the norm. I felt a burning under my boobs, and when I reached under them, found a foreign substance that was psychodelic green. (from the tanning lights) I rolled over the side of the bed to investigate what I'd just pulled out of my boobs, and it was a banana pepper.

From my five dollar footlong. Boobs are good for pretty much one thing. Catching food and drink.

Turns out, you shouldnt go tanning with banana peppers stuck to your boobs, because it produces painful welts. Yea, I got em. They are raw, and hurt.

My girlfriend ran into the ex husband this weekend. He told her he still thinks about me and about how he messed up.

Certainly must suck to harbor all that guilt for 11 years. You would think it would make me feel good, in a way it does. It helps fuel the "its not you its me" theme that runs through my relationships.

Have I mentioned what a super duper skank he married? Cus he totally downgraded, not only is she skanky, shes an ugly person. I am so freaking sweet I can hardly stand myself!

• I drank a bottle of captain morgans this weekend and never got a buzz. I think this might signify I drink too much.

• Had a yardsale with my mom. I made 10 bucks. Seven of it was from one of my girlfriends. I made like 10 cents an hour to bake in the sun.