Walmart Check Printing

5-25-14     5:49pm

There is an awesome service I’ve been using for awhile that most people don’t even know about. I’ll share it with you as I sit here watching “The Croods.” Walmart Check Printing. Yep. I said check printing. From Walmart. No joke. I discovered it a few years ago when I was looking for Disney princess checks. Most sites I checked had them for $30+ per box for singles. That is way out of my price range. Thankfully, I stumbled upon I’ve purchased my checks from them ever since – both personal and business.

The process:

  1. Go to
  2. Browse the categories on the left.
  3. Choose a design.
  4. Add personalization if you want to (extra phrase or logo, etc.)
  5. Place order.

Most checks are under $10 per box, including duplicates and Disney checks and other popular designs. They are of great quality and offer an extra security feature if you want it. I always choose the first class shipping because it’s cheapest and my order arrives in about a week. It doesn’t look like checks though because it’s not packaged in the traditional sized check boxes. It looks like this.


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Good luck in your search for the perfect checks. :)

© Michelle Routhieaux 2014

2012 Blog Stats

My favorite part about blogging is the annual review. Check it out. I’m proud of myself. Gotta step it up this year. :)

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,700 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

© Michelle Routhieaux 2012

Shoutout to the Jedi

12-25-10     11:04pm

I’m so grateful for Dr. Collan. My symptoms have improved drastically since seeing him. For those of you who know me, you’ll understand how much that means.

  • I’m not as tired all the time.
  • Not sleeping as much
  • Much less agitated
  • Less pain
  • Fewer headaches & migraines
  • Very few zaps/tics and zap storms
  • Less nausea and vomiting
  • Dizziness is rare
  • No tingling
  • Few tremors
  • Feel calmer
  • Less mood swings

Since I’m not freaking out about my body I don’t want to die. I’m not cured but I feel human again. I climbed stairs at church without stopping and without pain. I walked to 7-11 and lifted the turkey today.

I still have symptoms but they are less intense. Mostly cognitive and psych stuff. I feel mostly calm and pleasantly out of touch with reality. I need structure and can’t handle being rushed, but I get things done in my own time.

I ran across Dr. Collan quite by chance. (Dr. Collan Koeppen – aka Upper Cervical Jedi) Met him in a free check at a walk. I won the most fucked-up patient of the day award. I like that. ;) I bought a discount visit certificate and figured if no one else can help this couldn’t hurt. I never go by those booths and I don’t have lots of money to pay, but I’m so glad I stopped at this one. Glad I took a chance and believed.

Dr. Collan is kind and gentle, quite knowledgeable and rather funny too. Check out his website and try him out if your body ails you or you need a great chiropractor or you know someone who does. Tell him Michelle sent you. ;) Six weeks ago my body was falling apart and I was freaking out and wanted to die. My neurologist actually gave up on me. He said, “This is where the science ends.” Today I celebrated Christmas with my family, cooked and rode in the car for awhile and I didn’t freak out AND I wasn’t in pain – except when I hit my elbow on the door. ;) Miracle-worker I don’t know. But he’s damn good, that’s for sure.

Thanks, Dr. Collan. You’ve made my life worth living. I’m so thankful for you.

1-5-11     3:03am

Update – Saw my primary doctor today. He was both impressed and flabbergasted by the improvements. Lol. Said he’ll have to remember chiropractic really does work and remember to refer people. I certainly hope so.

© Michelle Routhieaux 2010

Croce’s – Take Two

I went to Croce’s again Thursday night to hear Allison Adams Tucker sing. The food was memorable in a less than good way, but it’s not the food that stuck with me. It’s the service. These journal entries walk you through the night.

7-1-10                  7:10pm

I am so very unhappy right now. I feel trapped. Pinned in a corner.

I came to Croce’s tonight to hear Allison sing and to eat my comped goat cheese salad. I sat down, opened the menu, and noticed there is a minimum order of $25 per person that is absolutely NOT okay to not meet (per my server.) M- is NOT here tonight so my salad won’t be free. I’m extremely unhappy.

I’m a good customer and I don’t appreciate being told (more like informed) that if I’m just going to drink cocktails all night and take up space I have to pay at least $25 to sit at a table. In other words, you’re poor therefore you don’t deserve to sit or be here.

I feel like crying. There are tears in my face. I haven’t ordered yet. I just want to leave. I just want to take my poor ass elsewhere and disappear. It’s really not okay to make someone feel this way.

Message: You’re not welcome here. You’re not good enough.

I don’t like crying in bathrooms.

Action urge: Leave

Real want: To stay and be accepted and not have to fight


  • Leave
  • Pay $25
  • See if I can sit somewhere else

7-1-10                  7:35pm

Ever have those days when you find yourself crying in some random public bathroom wondering how you got there again? Today is one of those days.

I managed to mop up my face and am now waiting on the waitress who’s ignoring me. Her eye makeup is so outrageous that she’s hard to look at and when she’s bitching at me it’s worse.

I’m cold and I’m having stomach pains and I’d really like to know where poor people are allowed to sit so I can order. I wish I drank. I need something. Half a Xanax may be in order.


Maybe a whole. Waitress said I can sit here. It’s fine. And I said it’s not. You just said it’s not. And she said, “I get what you’re doing. You’re a writer.” And I said, “No, actually, you don’t get what I’m doing.” She’s being nice now but I don’t want her niceness. You really can’t patch it up with a smile. Hearts don’t mend that quick.


M-’s here now. He straightened everything out.

I’m cold. I took 1mg of Xanax and am only slightly tired. Needed it.

Tonight I was treated very differently based on who they thought I was. At first the waitress was very rude to me. I was the poor person wanting to order less than $25 of food and sit at a table – completely unacceptable. Then I began to write. When she came back she was suddenly nice, for no apparent reason. A fancy looking guy delivered my meal. I took a picture of it and began to eat. Then she came back over.

She asked me who I write for. I told her I write for me. I should’ve told her I’m not allowed to say. She said they (whomever they is) remembered me from last time and didn’t know if I wrote for Yelp or a different site. She asked if I’m a musician. She was being quite friendly. Then she left and I went back to being a normal customer. She was willing to make special accommodations for a reviewer.

You see, she only made one mistake. You suck up to someone you think is important BEFORE bitching at them. Important distinction. She didn’t have a clue who I was when she was firmly advising me I am too poor. But when the pen came out, so did the service. It shouldn’t be that way. Fact is, we don’t know who anyone we interact with really is. So we should be careful how we treat them. I deserve as much respect as the person ordering lobster just because I’m me, because I walked through those doors and I’m your customer. I shouldn’t find myself sobbing in the bathroom trying to figure out what to do.

The music was wonderful.

7-5-10                  1:53am


I really like Croce’s. They’ve got great music and the manager and waitstaff are nice, minus the poor person drama. But I will have a hard time going back there. I don’t like being reminded of my class or put in my place, and I don’t like feeling like I don’t belong. And I didn’t feel that way before this interaction. I felt like I kind of fit in. I was excited to be there, to be a part of it. I made a reservation for the table I wanted, knew exactly what I planned to order, dressed up. Now I know that next time I should just sit at the bar. But I can’t help feeling like it’s the back of the bus. You know? That there they see through what I’ve worked really hard to become (professional, respected, well-dressed) to the little girl in hand-me down clothes watching Cinderella a hundred times just dreaming of being a princess. That’s not fun. It just makes me sad.

© Michelle Routhieaux 2010