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Ouch! You stung me.

You hitched a ride on my arm when I wasn’t looking. From point A to point B. Then stung me before I noticed. 🐝

Waste not. Want not: nuts.

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. https://byjolenerice.wordpress.com/2023/07/04/waste-not-want-not-dyi/

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Do it yourself but don’t make a mess. Don’t cause yourself extra stress. Know the extent of your abilities. Work out the best utilities. Sometimes you save money letting the pros handle life. In the end, causing you lessContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: DIY”

Not about me

I’ve been struggling of late. Emotions I hate. ~ I got invited to a wedding. Second try. My, oh my. ~ I attended the first. Maybe I’m the curse. ~ The struggle is this, single at a wedding is amiss. ~ Should I get over myself and support this bliss? Should I suck in theseContinue reading “Not about me”

Waste not. Want not; drying rack

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not; drying rack”

Someone stole my lawnmower!

Waste not. Want not: from cookies to cupcakes

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. https://byjolenerice.wordpress.com/2023/06/08/waste-not-want-not-receipts/

Day 1: vacation

I sit here in a strange room. In a new town. Soon, we will go look around. ~ My bestie and I off on an adventure. To see new things. Explore, see what this day brings. ~ New faces. New things. New places.

Ready! Set! Fall!

400 feet, are you afraid of heights? What a sight? ~ Step right up to the edge, a mortal delight. No fright. ~ Close your eyes. Are you ready for this surprise? ~ Extend your arms. There is no harm. ~ Sun beats down on your face. The wind blows your hair out of place.Continue reading “Ready! Set! Fall!”

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