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I was reading a blog post that lead me to read this article and it reminded me a little bit of spending time with my grandparents when I was little. They like Annie's parents were raised during the great depression. Anything saw as wasting got you in trouble.

Funny I see things that I want all the time that I never bother to buy. It's strange but once I get those things I never touch them again unless it's an electronic device. I actually use some of them. A few months ago I purchased a paper shredder, I've used it once. I bought it because I wanted to shred my junk mail and put it into compost with worms to make potting soil. I don't have any worms in the yard. I might but the ground isn't good for digging them with all the weeds out here. That and I can't remember how to do it anymore. I have to find the instructions for composting with worms. They turn kitchen scraps and stuff into potting soil. It's actually very interesting.

I realized that I have $82.44 in my textbroker account. I have a few more days to earn the rest of what I wanted to earn for the next payout request. At this rate I can safely say that I expect to get a 1099 from them at the end of the year. I have two short articles that haven't processed yet. If they do that'll give me $84.54. I only wanted $100 this payout so I'm close. I'll keep the goal there so it's easy to maintain focus and if I manage to go over it then that'll be great too. Well, I'm off to figure out what I have to do in the morning.

I know that grocery shopping while the little one is at school is on the list. I also know that I have to do some yard work before it gets hot if it's not raining or freezing cold tomorrow morning. I plan to spend some of next weekend outside. I realized today that I've spent most of the last four years indoors whether I wanted to or not. It's time to change that.

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