The Ex-Files – Tomato Soup

Back in the early days with CP, I had to learn quickly how to stretch a dollar. We were poor; sometimes having only $50 for food for the entire month! Prices were much lower back then but it was still tight. I became very frugal and many people were amazed at how good I was at stretching each and every dollar.

Normally, I made soups and stews from scratch. Big batches. It was the best way to stretch meat and veggies to feed us for more than one meal. I sometimes purchased canned soup, but I made sure it was on sale and/or the store brand. Tomato soup was a favorite lunch when CP was home and not working, and he was home a LOT, but that’s another post.

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One day CP was in a mood. I could always tell by the look on his face and/or his body language. I had served up some tomato soup and crackers for lunch. CP decided halfway through that the soup wasn’t good enough. He said, “I don’t know what brand this is but it doesn’t taste right.” I said, “It’s the same brand we’ve been eating for months. It’s the store brand.” He said, “Well, stop buying it. Buy Campbell’s. It’s much better.” I just rolled my eyes, and said, “Ok, whatever.”

So months later, we had soup again. Campbell’s Tomato Soup. Just as he requested/demanded. It had been a while since we had it because of CP’s demands and me wanting to stretch our budget. I had to make sure I got it on sale because it was Campbell’s. It could sometimes be found on sale at 3 or 4 cans for $1.00 back then, so that’s what I waited for. I served up the soup for lunch and then…

CP was in another one of his damn moods. Half-way through lunch, he gets pissy and I wondered what the hell it was going to be this time. Wait for it…

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All of a sudden, he blurts out, “I thought I asked you to buy Campbell’s and not the cheap stuff?” I looked up from my soup and said, “It IS Campbell’s soup!” He looked at me like I was lying through my teeth. “It is not. This tastes like shit like the last time,” he bitched. I got up, went to the trash, and pulled out the empty can of tomato soup. I brought it over to CP and slammed it down on the table. “It IS Campbell’s!! AS I TOLD YOU!” I was pissed and I let him know I was pissed. He didn’t have the balls to say anything else, other than, “Well, they sure don’t make it like they used to.”

And that was the end of me buying Campbell’s soup unless it was on sale and IF I wanted to buy it. It was also the end of him bitching about what brand I bought…of anything.

Good Monday Morning

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I wish I could say this day will be better than the last, or this week better than last week. I can only hope but time will tell. My pain level has been exceedingly high. There have been sleepless nights and the days are long and tedious. If it weren’t for my afternoon nap I’d probably look like one of The Walking Dead.

I’m behind on reading your blogs. I love reading about your lives, your passions, your pets, and I love the photos and poetry that come across my screen. I’ve made some good friends here in the blogosphere, and I’ve had to let some old friends go. Things change and we move on. It’s life.

I’m behind on my blog writing but I’m working on my stories and slowly writing my recipes for my cookbook. I have a lot of time on my hands although it seems I don’t have enough. I’m trying to push through this rough patch of mine, hoping this week will be better. I keep telling myself that it’s ok to just chill and take care of me, but it always seems that I’m neglecting my chores, my responsibilities and the people in my life. Then I think, if I don’t take care of me, who will?

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So, I will do what I need to do to take care of me and to stay sane. I hope you all have a wonderful day and week!

Aunt Debbie

My 11 Most Popular Posts of 2019

If I were to try and pick which of my posts were the most viewed this year, I wouldn’t have even come close to these! I thought I’d share what WordPress stats are telling me, just for shits and giggles, and because a thunderstorm is approaching and I have to be quick so I can unplug! Don’t want to lose my modem or wifi router!

Let me know what you think! Maybe you’ve already read some or all, but maybe you missed a few, and that’s ok! I appreciate all of you for reading my blog! Enjoy!



1.  Friday’s Funnies – Feb. 15th

2.  Roomis Igloomis

3.  Motivational Monday

4.  Chronic Pain and Depression

5.  The Ex-Files – The Day My Mom Passed

6.  Bierock Casserole

7.  Loser Boyfriend Syndrome

8.  Friday’s Funnies – Stupid Tweets

9.  A Shout Out!

10.  Earworm – Que Sera Sera

11.  Farts!

Yeah, I’m Still Single. What’s It To You?

A rather annoying conversation began today when I ran into someone I haven’t seen since somewhere around 2002. I despise running into people I know when I’m trying to shop, always have. I mean, I’m trying to get my shopping done. I don’t have all day. Of course, now it’s because I have a chronic illness and I have to get done quickly so I can get home to rest, but a decade ago I just had other things to do than stand there and chit-chat in a store where my conversation isn’t private.

After the normal conversation starters like, hello and how are you, this woman I had run into asked me if I was in a car accident, why I was using a scooter, what happened, what does my doctor say…you know, the same ol’ same ol’. After giving her to-the-point answers, she followed me as I tried to get away from her. She asked, “Are you married yet or still single?” I said, “I’m happily single, thank you.” I thought her eyes would bug out of her head. “Oh my God. Are you serious? You’re still single?” I said, “Yeah, so?” She went on to talk about how God intended us to marry and bear children. Yadda, yadda. I said, “Honey, I didn’t need to be married to the asshole I was with in order to have children! I have 2 if you recall and now I have 4 beautiful grandchildren.” I was trying to shift the conversation to the blessing of having kids and grandkids. It wasn’t working. She said, “You should have been married!” Seriously. I could not believe she said that.

That’s when I decided if I wanted to get the hell out of Walmart, then I’d better be rude and put her in her place. I never liked her anyway.

“I’m still single. What’s it to you?” She didn’t know what to say. “There is nothing wrong with being single,” I told her. “I don’t have a man telling me what to do or expecting me to do this, that or the other.” Her mouth fell open at this point. I continued, “I am very happily single. I get to do whatever the hell it is I want to do. I don’t have to consult with anyone. I don’t have to worry about some man’s baggage because all the baggage I want to carry is my own.” She started to speak, most likely something ignorant or condescending. I cut her off, “I am not one of those women who base their self-worth on whether or not they have a man in their life. Besides, I’ve not met a single soul out here in your precious Ozarks that even remotely interests me.” I could have (should have) quoted my friend, Veronica, who would have thrown a few colorful adjectives in there about ‘knuckle-dragging, inbred assholes’ but I didn’t. Instead, I added, “Was there anything else you’d like to know about my private life?” She just hmmph’d under her breath and walked away disgusted. Good, I thought, I won’t have to deal with you again.

I have chosen to remain single because I like it that way! What the hell is it to anyone how I decide to live my life? I do not need a man to define me. I know who I am and I fought long and hard after my 12-year relationship with CP to regain my self-confidence. It’s no one else’s business how I have chosen to live my life. If I had met someone and a relationship developed, then that would have been fine, but I was not nor will I ever be, actively looking for someone just for the sake of being with someone! I’m not that desperate!