Talk about Diversification....

I know most investment advisors are always tossing around the term diversification.  Many businesses are described as "diversified."

But, the business I saw this weekend while visiting the in-laws, just might be the epitome of diversification.  If I haven't mentioned this before, my in-laws live in a very small, rural southern town.

The aforementioned store sells:

Storage sheds
Gazebos
Paintball Equipment
Fireworks
Gourmet Jerky (I think this is an oxymoron)

One side of their many signs out front reads "Gourmet Jerky - What Your Mouth Was Made For"

Boot Scootin' Baseline

So, my daughter aka Little Darlin takes tennis lessons.  She is in a group with about 12 other children ages 5-6.  I assume since this tennis club is located in a fairly affluent area, there will be some serious tennis playing kids.  So, I go all out buying her a $12 sport skirt from Target, hoping she'll blend in with the rest of the kids.  You would have thought Serena Williams herself had shown up to class.  I mean, my kid stuck out like a sore thumb.  I would have though it was Halloween.  These kids' get-ups (one of my mom's favorite terms) were unbelievable.  One girl had on pajamas, one kid had on corduroys and a sweater, another had her Catholic school uinform and dress shoes on, another had on COWBOY BOOTS!  That's right - I said cowboy boots.  Now, I don't expect anyone to be decked out in full tennis regalia, but would it have been so difficult to get your child into a pair of shorts, t-shirt, and a pair of appropriate shoes.  I'm not sure what Little Darlin will wear next week.... any suggestions?

Words of Wisdom

So, my husband as you may know teaches high school. He has a girl in one class who is pregnant, I'll call her Peggy.

Well, yesterday during class another girl asks Mr. to work a problem. As he is doing this, he notices the girl is not paying attention (she is tracing her hand on a piece of paper) and says "Hey, you asked me to work this problem, and you aren't even paying attention, what are you doing?"

She answers "Sorry, sorry, I'll pay attention, it was just a one-time thing."

Mr. replies "A one-time thing, huh? First it's one one-time thing, then another, then another, and then you have a bunch of one-time things and then what do you get?"

From the back of the room Peggy answers "a baby"

Let that be a lesson to you!