Disorganized Chaos

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I ran out of coffee the other day. Lately, I’ve been buying it from my neighbor, who has a frankenstein’s monster-like contraption that he made- it roasts coffee. He wasn’t home, and I was completely out of coffee. I ran to the grocery store and grabbed some don francisco, which I used to like. I used to really, really like it. Now it tastes weird to me. I don’t know if my palette has changed, or if maybe I got a bad can.

Guest written by our friend Gladys Fuentes

When we told our kids that I was being transferred with my job and that we would be moving to Texas, we had a variety of responses. My teenage daughter immediately started crying, my middle schooler said she did not want to leave her friends, and my six-year-old said, “Yee ha! Now I’m gonna be a real cowboy!” When we moved into our new home, we had a lot of setting up to do and adjustments to make. My wife wanted to be in charge of setting up the new phone line, internet, and cable. I wanted to handle setting up the power because I had a friend who told me to check out shopelectricityratestexas to get a competitive rate on energy. We registered our kids at the local schools and we are hoping they will each have a smooth transition. I have to admit that I’m a little nervous about being in a new position in my office. I’ll be the branch manager for a company that’s new to the state of Texas. It is a lot of responsibility, but I feel that I am up to the challenge. We all have adjustments to make in our new town, but hopefully we’ll all be settled in soon.

I’ve sold a lot of subwoofers. Recently, there’s been a guy who insists on haggling. My asking price is never enough. He’s tried three times now, with two different woofers. Funny thing is, he would have paid me forty for the one woofer, but the second one, I’m asking forty dollars, and he still wants to haggle! It’s a better woofer, too! Some people just simply must haggle, I guess.