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This Birthday’s for you!

35.  It’s impossible for me to get excited about it no matter how hard I try but instead of sulking and pouting about it, I’ve decided to make the day… the whole month actually… exciting!  This year, instead of my birthday being all about me, I wanted to make it all about someone else.  35 someone else’s to be exact.

This year, I decided to spend the month of September doing Random Acts of Kindness around our city.  Everyone deserves a “nicey”, and I hope that they put a smile on someone’s face.  I know they made me smile (and a couple even made me shed a tear).  Some are just simple small things, others took a little more thought 🙂

I have one request before you go and read my list (or before you decide this is the most boring post ever, and move on to the next blog). I want a birthday gift from you. (Pretty funny for the girl who says she doesn’t want her birthday to be about her, I know). In honor of our friendship, either real, or in the blogosphere, I would like you to do one RAOK for someone else.  Hold the door for someone, pay someone a compliment, whatever feels right for you in the moment.  Then come back here, or on Facebook, or wherever, and tell me about it.

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Here, in no particular order, is my list of 35 Random Acts Of Kindness.  (The one’s in red are the one’s I’ve already done)

  1. I gave a random mom free McDonalds Ice Cream coupons for her kids
  2. A mom in town was granted overnight visits with her kids, and looking for books to read them.  I filled a knapsack with some of Hayden’s old books for her, and a few Kids DVD’s.
  3. A neighbor was looking for a kiddie pool, I happened to have one in our storage shed.  That one was almost too easy.
  4. I gave a single mom working long hours on a road crew a crock pot so she wouldn’t have to come home and rush to prepare dinner.
  5. I gave the same mom movie passes so she could take her kids out for a night (After being a single mom, I have a serious soft spot for them)
  6. I cleaned out my closet, and supplemented when needed, and gathered 5 bags of clothes for a low income new mom who was in need of some clothes. (Those of us who’ve had to shop for them know plus sized clothes have that “extra material” surcharge on them that makes them more expensive then “Regular sized clothes”, whatever those are.)
  7. I gathered a dozen tennis balls, put them in a container with a note, and dropped them off at the dog park.  As I we were pulling away, someone pulled up with their dog, so we hung out for a second to hear what they said and the girl said “Awww… that’s so sweet” and I teared up a little thinking of how Bernie would have thought it was great to play with… or eat… the tennis ball.

    My Sweet Berner Bear would have loved this!

    My Sweet Berner Bear would have loved this!

  8. We are having construction work done on our old thrift store to convert it into our new food bank.  I’m going to make cookies and bring a case of cold water for them during their break. They are going above and beyond for us to get this done asap, so I wanted to go above and beyond for them
  9. I left a Tim Horton’s gift card in the mailbox for our Mail carrier.  She drives all over town all day long, and I don’t know how many people get a chance to tell her thank you, so I wanted to make sure that I did.TIms Card
  10. Quarter machines…. as a kid, they were my favorite thing, with unknown treasures wrapped in plastic spheres. As a parent, they drive me nuts, trying to get out of the store before the kiddo notices one and inevitably asks for a quarter while my arms are full.  I went to the mall, Canadian tire and Walmart, leaving quarters in all the machines I could find for some curious kids to discover.  I got busted by a couple waiting in line at Walmart customer service who noticed me stooped over the machines, but I don’t think they told anyone.

    TREATS!!!

    TREATS!!!

  11. I taped quarters to a drink machine so someone could help themselves to a cold drink while shopping.
  12. While driving around town to drop off another couple RAOK, I saw a kid… really… a kid I would assume was younger then my oldest son playing guitar for change outside No Frills.  Just one look at the guy told me he was seriously down on his luck, so I reached into my purse and found another Tim’s gift card.  When the Hubs gave it to him, the kid asked “Are you serious??!” and it almost broke my heart.
  13. I went to two of the playgrounds in town and left bottles of bubbles and bubble wands for kids to find
  14. Over the last 5 years, our family has become very familiar with Emergency Rooms.  They are NEVER fun, and the outdated magazines hardly help me keep my mind of why we’re there, let alone some poor kid brought there with their family.  (and yes, that’s been Hayden a time or two).  We went to the dollar store and bought a bunch of kids books and left them at Triage, the ER waiting room, XRay, CT and Ultrasound waiting rooms.
  15. Looking in mirrors has never been something I’ve enjoyed.  Add in the harsh light of a public restroom, and A simple trip to wash my hands can lead to an all day depression.  I left post it notes all over bathrooms in town that said “You are beautiful”, because lets be honest, we could all stand to hear it now and then 🙂

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    We are all beautiful!

  16. Thank you cards for random people in town.  I wish I had these ready when I saw an RCMP truck parked outside the hospital, but I will be prepared next time!
  17. Get a bunch of balloons and tie them to the park fence by work.  What kid wouldn’t love a free balloon?
  18. Donuts for the 3 Fire Halls
  19. Donuts for the RCMP station… is it wrong to give donuts to the cops? Will they be offended?  I’ve outsourced this looking for an answer 🙂
  20. EVERYWHERE downtown has parking meters, and its always such a pain in the butt, especially if you don’t have a quarter.  So, I’m going to leave Quarters on the meters.
  21. Flowers for a friend just because
  22. We have such a great relationship with the local newspaper.  They are always covering our events, going out of their way to help us out.  So why not say thank you with some cookies?  Who doesn’t love cookies?
  23. We had a trunk sale last weekend, and we saw a bunch of people coming through with kids who wanted to stop at our table, but the parents kept saying “I have no change left!” so we took all our prices off and gave it all away.  (OK, so it was kind to the kids, but the parents might not have been as excited about it)20140913_115924
  24. We paid for the orders of people behind us at Tim Horton’s twice.  The first time, The Hubs forgot to tell them it was for my Birthday RAOK, so we did it again 🙂
  25. I met a lady with a new Cat.  Her kids are more then a little obsessed with it. (If you’ve ever had a new pet with little kids in the house, you know what I mean… mauling the poor animal any chance they get).  The cat hurt it’s leg and she was looking for a carrier to be able to let the cat recoup without little fingers bothering it, so I gave her the one we had.
  26. I have some sweet little cousins in Alberta who have been playing xBox with My boy.  I’ve mailed them something special that they should get next week.  What little kid doesn’t love getting mail?
  27. I have a friend who’s son got married this past weekend.  She was looking for a projector to show a slide show during the reception, so I loaned her mine.
  28. Our local domino’s does a program called “Suspend a pizza”.  What that means is I can pay $5, and they will put a pizza “on hold”, and when someone comes and says “I’m hungry but don’t have any money”, they will make them a pizza from the suspended pizzas.  That one made me a little teary eyed as well.
  29. Deliver Handwritten cards to a local nursing home. Not everyone gets visitors, and that thought makes me sad.
  30. Drop off thank you basket to the nurses in the Emergency Dept. for all those time’s they took such good care of us.
  31. This week I had a visit to the dentist. And when they came out to get me to bring me to the room, they asked how I was “Aside from being at the dentist”.  The hygienist and I started talking to it, and I asked her if it was hard hearing people say they didn’t want to be there every time someone came to their appointment, and she said “You get used to it”.  I thought how hard that must be, every day to hear people say such negative things.  So I’m going to drop off a basket of stuff for them… I just need to think of what is an appropriate treat for a dentist’s office… clearly not candy 🙂
  32. (Ok, so this is probably my one and only selfish RAO) Child the III and I don’t always get a lot of Mom and Kiddo time, and with our adoption paper work to add another little kiddo to our family, it may be a little shorter at times, so this weekend while the hubs is away, Kiddo and I will be spending the weekend camping, and spending some quality time together.
  33. This one is a family RAOK.  When Kiddo was selling his Skylanders, we got a FB message from a mom asking us to please please please sell her one of the specific figures because her autistic son saw it over her shoulder and went nuts. It was the only one he needed to complete his set, and would not stop asking for it.  Hubs made arrangements to meet up with her, and gave it to her for free.  We got a note from her half an hour later saying that her son hadn’t stopped running around the backyard yelling “Thank You!” to the nice man who gave it to him. That one brings a tear to the hubs eye every time we talk about it 🙂

  34. This one is a work in progress.  Hubs belongs to one of the MANY local service clubs in the area, and they run a lunch program for the local schools to make sure kids don’t go hungry.  I don’t know why no one put the two together before now, but they run the food program, we run the food bank… there is clearly a way for us to help out! So details need to be worked out, but I don’t think it will take too long, or be too hard to link these two fantastic programs together.

  35. We live in a town that still has payphones (Insane, right?!) I remember being stranded and having to make a collect call more then once in my lifetime, and it’s a horrible feeling not being able to check in with someone who might be missing you.  I’ll be taping change to the local payphones so  “someone can reach out and touch someone”
 
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Posted by on September 17, 2014 in Adoption, Blogging, McHubby, Surprise

 

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Its the most wonderful time of the year!

August 26. 1 week of summer left! Where did it go?!

Its actually felt like a long summer to me. With 2 of our boys so far away, missing them is always harder on the long summer nights. Combine that with a family loss thats been … difficult to process, and there are times I wondered if we’d ever get back into routine.

Let me preface this by saying I LOVE my boys. I would lay down my life for them, search and destroy anyone who hurt them. That being said, I cannot wait for school to start!

I love having the house filled with kids laughter. I LOVE te creativity that comes with bright ideas at 3am, be it “mod-ing” a nerf gun or writing a script for a movie. I love being able to say ” sure you can sleep in the basement” or “sure you can stay up all night reading”. Late night drive in movies, drives to the coast. Summers are amazing.

But it’s time. For all of us.

H needs the structure of learning. He needs to be with his friends. All of them. At once. He needs the challenge school presents to keep his brain active. He needs the voice of new adults in his life teaching him how to engage those around him. He needs a break from mom’s “H, stop”. “H, don’t do that”… he needs the freedom away from mom’s (sometimes overprotective) watch.

I need the break too. The freedom to focus on the task at hand at work without worrying about what he’s up to. The one morning a week where I stay home and catch up on chores while binge listening to tv shows or movies.

And although my anniversary years may still be single digits, and I’d never claim to be an expert on the subject, my marriage needs it! Hubs and I take each other out for lunch on pay days, as well as a lunch time date on Wednesdays where we step back from work and just enjoy each other’s company. Meeting days, we may grab breakfast before going to work, or leave an hour early to walk aroun the farm. Us time, where we dont have to worry H is bored at home, or rush to pick him up at a friends.

Its not that I don’t love spending time with my kids, or don’t want to be around them. Its that I love my kids enough to know that we need time apart to all grow, which will help us grow as a family.

How do I know it’s time? Because things like this keep happening…

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It’s the most wonderful time of the year for OUR family

 
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Posted by on August 27, 2014 in Babies, McHubby, Munchkin, Relationship

 

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#Empowered

A few lifetimes ago, I gave away my power.  Not intentionally, not all in one swift blow, but slowly, bits of me broke away like an iceberg, trying to find out who everyone wanted me to be.  Too Loud?  Ok… I’ll be quiet.  Too quirky?  Ok… Boring is easy.  Too Smart? I can play dumb REAL good.  Relationships, Friends, even family in their own unaware way.  Instead of struggling to find our who I was, I was struggling to be who “they” wanted me to be.  It became very easy to transform, to easier to tuck away the real me and become who I thought I was supposed to be. Before I knew it, there was very little of the real me left.  Instead, I was a chameleon.  One way for one set of friends, for coworkers.

I come from a strong line of women (and men for that matter).  Chipping away at the real me like that, it ate at me. And as it ate at me, I ate at everything in sight. I grew up with hopes, dreams, plans for an incredible future.  At 21 I had a job I loved, an apartment of my own, living in my favorite city and suddenly…. I was moving back into my parents’ house, pregnant, alone, battered and bruised.  I felt powerless.  I had lost control, if I had ever had it in the first place.

I was scared.  I ate.  I was lonely.  I ate.  I was ashamed. I ate.  And for brief moments, I felt in control. I could control what I ate.  (You know the pattern, right?)  I was suddenly responsible for this little life, and I couldn’t even tell you who I was, let alone who I wanted to be for this baby.  I felt powerless.

Fast forward 6 years.  Not a lot had changed.  I was in a relationship with someone I knew wasn’t faithful to me, who took every opportunity to make himself seem smarter at my expense, but my friends seemed to like him and most of all he enabled me.  Want to eat junk food and lay around on the couch doing nothing? He was your guy.  Want to stay inside and hide from the world? No problem.  I knew how this game of “Who Am I” went, and I was going nowhere fast.  The numbers on my scale however were flying through the roof.  One night, talking to my best friend oceans away, he heard something in what I said that I hadn’t even heard myself say.  He said to me “If you’re happy, tell me and I’ll drop it” and for the first time in a long time, someone was asking me… the real me… how I felt.  He saved my life that night.

It’s been 5 years and I’m still trying to figure out who I am exactly.  That same best friend who saved my life that night 5 years ago is now lovingly known as “The Hubs” and unfortunately for him, he’s left trying to help me put the “Sharon Puzzle” together.  The good news is he’ll call me on my crap, pardon my French.  When he hears “I don’t know, what do YOU want to do” or “I don’t care, whatever you want” he doesn’t take it as an answer. But as great as he is, as supportive as he is, this problem, it’s all mine.

I crave food.  It gives me comfort.  When I’m lost, not sure which Sharon is supposed to be “On”, food never tells me I’ve made the wrong choice.  When my heart is aching for a dream long gone, food soothes the hurt.  When I’m nervous, food offers me a distraction.  When I’m bored, food offers something to focus on.  One of the women in our small group personified her craving as a lover.  Seductive.  Calling to me.  Offering me the world.  I get it.

But this week… something was different.  I couldn’t tell you if it was the knowledge that 40,000+ women were walking this walk with me, if it was the sudden realization that I was turning to food instead of God when I was at my weakest, if it was a recent reminder of how food affects our health, or if it was a combination of all of the above.  Whatever it is, this week I feel #Empowered.  I can do this. or to be more exact, through God, I can do this…

 

 
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Posted by on January 23, 2014 in Babies, Blogging, McHubby, Prayer, Relationship

 

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2014

It’s the time of year where I say “I don’t make resolutions” and then proceed to come up with some other way to phrase my “hopes and dreams list” or some other silliness. I don’t know why I have such an aversion to the idea of resolutions. Maybe it’s because I know so many people end up breaking theirs that it seems like a recipe for disaster. Maybe it’s my deep rooted fear of not succeeding. You’d think, with my OCD being what it is, I’d embrace the chance to plan out my year 365 days in advance.

This year, I’m looking at it as my to do list. I work well with lists. In fact so well, that I may try on at least a weekly basis to convert The Hubs into a list person. I’d say it’s a work in progress.

So… In no particular order, and for the accountability of the 4 of you out there that read this, is my to do list for 2014;

– Take better care of the body God has blessed me with. How’s that for an outlook change? I’m not in the shape I want to be, very far away from it, in fact. But 2013 reminded me over and over to be thankful, and I cannot start anywhere else but being thankful for being alive, for having the full function of my body. What I’ve done to it… That’s all on me. I own it, I know it, I can change it. And I plan to.

– Not be afraid to ask for what I need. Have you seen the commercial of the woman who can’t sleep? She’s flopping all over the bed and at one point (In her mind) yells at her husband “How can you be sleeping?” That’s me. That was me a lot of 2013. And 2012. I get so caught up in a certain way I expect things to go that I will be stubborn enough to wallow in the way it “Should be”. An example of this? I have caught myself sitting next to To Hubs thinking ” I wish he’d reach out and hold my hand” or ” I could use a hug. I wish The Hubs could sense that and hug me” and then the me who spent too many years in bad relationships will sit there, wondering if I sigh long enough, or look doe eyed at him, he’ll read my mind and know what I need, and if he doesn’t, that poor little girl with baggage that I carry around, she will go without rather then ask. You see there are some days, the poor guy can’t win, and he doesn’t even know there’s anything going on. I know expecting him to psychically know what I need is irrational, but you’d be surprised the number of arguments that have broken out because I needed something and didn’t ask. So this year, if I need something I will ask. Or better yet, I will give. If I need a comforting hug, why not go and give him one? I know I will get one in return. (I know you just read that and uttered an eloquent “Duh, Sharon!” But this honestly is a new revelation for me.

– Speak More. When The Hubs and I were dating, and found ourselves in uncomfortable situations, we’d often remind the other to be “Loud and Proud”. I am a woman who’s faced adversity. A woman who’s stood between a pimp and “his girl”. A woman who’s sat at the bedside of women who’ve lost family, friends, everything they’ve owned, and vowed to protect them. I’ve literally jumped in the middle of fights to break them up. Stood strong while staring down the barrel of a gun. Attended too many funerals for people when it’s been just a few of us shelter workers and the funeral director. I’ve designed programs that change lives. I’ve helped negotiate a union contract (Some of you will know the fortitude THAT takes). I am a strong, smart woman, and it is time to start remembering who I really am. 2014 will see me … Or rather hear me Loud and Proud.

-Talk less. Yes, there is a difference. The hubs and I were in bed not 30 min after watching the ball drop in Time Square. While settling down, and for no reason I can think of, I made a biting comment about someone we both know. Not 30 min into a new year! As soon as the words left my mouth, I looked at him and said “wow!” I knew it wasn’t nice. I knew if they had heard it, it would halve been hurtful to them. I could tell you that this person and I don’t see eye to eye. That I’d been on the stinging end of some of her remarks. But does that matter? Does that excuse my behavior? I cannot say that it will not happen again, but I can say that right now I am making a commitment to stop talking just for the sake of talking. To take seriously gravity of the words I use.

There are other things. Re-focus my daily Devotional time. Read the Bible cover to cover. Unplug more. Drink more water. Laugh more. Be spontaneous. Love harder. Skype more. Be a better friend. Trust. Focus. Change.

Hold on… It’s going to be a bumpy ride!

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Inspired by Obedience (a day early even!)

I’ve always been a bit of a different character.  I think that’s the polite way to say it.  As far back as I can remember, I’ve balked at authority, pushed the limits with rules, and generally made my own “Normal”.  Rules make me roll my eyes, and I’ve been known to say “Well, that’s just too bad, it needs to be done my way!” WAY more than is healthy for someone who’s spent their life in ministry. Don’t get me wrong, The Hubs can be just as head strong as me, but he manages it better. M-U-C-H better (Most of the time)!

So, what do you get when you mix 2 very head strong people with some serious baggage and “Church Hurts”?  What we got was 6-8 months where the thought of entering a church door caused anguish.  It was NOT a good time for us, for our relationship, for our souls.  Thankfully a friend invited us to her church (pastors kids…. we’re always looking out for each other), and not really knowing why, we said yes.  We went… we had a plan… in, be seen, out.  EASY.  Or so we thought.

We walked into that church and it literally changed our lives.  In all honesty, it probably saved our relationship with our families and with each other.  A church full of hurting people awaited us in those pews, and told us it was ok to be hurt, it was ok to be mad, but it wasn’t ok to turn our backs on the only source of True Peace.  The Hubs, having spent 9 years previous as a pastor, was “home”.  Where he needed to be at that time.  Me, I was better… not great, but better. Life went on.  We had bumps, hiccups, even a couple road blocks, but life… as far as I knew… didn’t get much better than this.

Then we hit that fateful night.  The conversation that brought us here.  You’ve read how it went for me, (If not, click here to check it out… I’ll wait… go ahead… 🙂 how the Hubs telling me he wanted to go back to ministry as a pastor ripped my world apart.

Up until now I never looked at it from HIS side.  Imagine struggling with “putting off” God’s calling. (Not hard to imagine for those of us who are doing it right now).  Hubs knew, by telling me, that he was opening a door he couldn’t close.

The courage it must have taken, knowing how long and how hard we had tried to grow our family.  The struggles of fertility issues, of miscarriages. The nights he spent trying to console me as my heart cried out for a baby that seemed like it was never coming. And even though he knew it would mean that our adoption plans went on hold, he knew what he HAD to do.

He knew that a 75% pay cut would be hard to swallow.  He knew that I had sworn long ago that my kids wouldn’t grow up as I had, moving from city to city, never having a “childhood friend” for more then a couple years before it was time to go on to the next place.  He knew that asking me to go and be a pastors wife would stretch me beyond my wildest dreams.  He knew that with my history of “running” that he could tell me and I’d say “Nope, this isn’t what I signed up for” and leave.

He knew all those things, but more than that…. he knew he had no choice.  He knew that his obedience to Gods calling outweighed all those things, and he knew he had to take the chance.  I can’t imagine the stress, the anxiety he would have felt in those days leading up to his breaking point.

His willingness, his NEED to put himself out there, and say “This is what I have to do” inspires, challenges and confronts me every day.  I may not always remember to tell him, or to act like it, but not a moment goes by without me knowing how Blessed I am to have him as my husband and best friend.

As I work through the struggle of my own life in ministry, however that may look, it is because of The Hubs support that I have the courage to look at MY options in all of this.

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Posted by on September 4, 2013 in Adoption, Babies, Bible Study, McHubby, Mess, Move, Prayer

 

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The Cat’s out of the Bag… or…

The SECRET is Out of The States!

McHubby and the Elder one came to Canada for Thanksgiving weekend!!

He didn’t think he’d be able to make it at first, so he told me he wasn’t coming. But then he talked to his boss, who said… GO!! So he was planning on surprising me, but I cried the other night telling him I thought he was coming but that I wasn’t sure, and how devastated I would be if he wasn’t when I was convinced he was. He’s good… he still wasn’t going to tell me. But then I played my ace card…

I am an “I’m fine” “nothings wrong” girl. If something is bothering me that I think is better if I handle on my own, I’ll try it… and when McHubby asks what’s wrong, he’ll get a “nothings wrong baby”. But there’s an exception. McHubby will then say “Promise?” and with that one word, those 7 letters, I’m stuck. Promises are pretty serious business for us… in fact THE biggest. 16 years worth of promises will do that to you.

So… when I said to McHubby “Promise me your not coming?” and he responds with something OTHER then the word promise, I knew!!

We decided not to tell the Munchkin. At least someone needed to be surprised. So Wednesday at noon, after school let out for the day, McHubby and The Eldest jumped in the car and started cruising along. OR that was the plan.

We emailed each other throughout the day, talking about the trip, the much needed bonding of the two travellers, and the surprise for Munchkin. Around 6:30, I said to McHubby “What’s your ETA, I still have some stuff to do.”

“hmm… 11:30pm. Sorry its so late Baby.”

“I don’t care, I’ll get to see you! I plan on putting Munchkin to bed, and then jump in the shower and clean the bathroom.”

“Cool… yeah… 11:30”

and then for some reason I say “I need to know. Because I’d be SO upset if you showed up here and I didn’t have those things done”

“Oh… hmm… well, maybe 10.”

How can you just shave an hour off travel like that?

“Baby… what time!”

“Um…. 10… yeah… 10… but maybe you should get in the shower now, just in case.”

“McHUBBY!!”

“Um… maybe 9?”

“Tell me where you are right now?!?”

“Hamilton” (1.5 Hours from my house!!)

Me at that point “B*A*D**W*O*R*D*S!!!”

so surprise #2 was ruined too, but it was ok…

They got here, and The Eldest walked into Munchkin’s room to say Good Night.

Priceless!

They’re here till Sunday afternoon. I am going to miss them like the end of the world when they’re gone. But WOW it’s so great for all of us to lay on the bed and watch a movie!! And the Pooch LOVES having them here.

Hope y’all had a great Thanksgiving!! I know a lot of you have done “Thankful” posts. I’ll post pictures of MY thankful weekend soon.

 
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Posted by on November 27, 2009 in McHubby, Munchkin, Surprise, The Eldest, Visit

 

Admitting you have a problem is the first step…

I’m going to say something I don’t often say. In fact, McHubby could probably vouch for me that he’s only heard what I’m about to say… maybe once or twice in the 15 years we’ve known each other.

*deep breath* I… need help.

Back in the day, back when McHubby and I were living in sin occasional roommates, (thanks to Mama B for the awesome phrase I plan to steal use over and over) we were both working. Money was and will always be an issue, but as far as groceries were concerned… it wasn’t one we were too worried about at the time. (Cant buy me love, and all that crap sentiment, right?) Before that, I was living on my own, Pre-Munchkin, working a SWEET paying job, and practicing the old Binge and Purge, so again… groceries were NOT a priority.

In 24 days, I’m getting married (what? you didn’t know?? What rock have YOU been living under?? It’s called an archive… check it out :P) McHubby and I have already talked about it, and you know what I’ll be doing in 25 days? (Yeah yeah, get your minds out of the gutter!! That too, but Sexy Time is NOT where this post is going) In 25 days, I’ll be hitting the grocery store. Buying and planning meals for the boys, McHubby and I.

I’m a little freaked out by it!! I want to get the best bang for our poop buck. I want to have GREAT meals that fill their tummies with loving goodness, but… I don’t want to go broke while doing it. Missy over at Are you there God – it’s me, did a post today on the stuff she bought, and how much she saved doing it. It’s All Free Online has a great contest going for a coupon organizer. Tamara aka Cheapskate Mom has some awesome suggestions on meatless meals (great for me as a the only vegetarian in the family. Ugh! compromise.) and how they save you money but… Its all floating around out there. How do I capture it and make it work for my family?

I’ve never used a coupon in my life. I don’t know how it works… is it just one per product? or one per whole grocery bill? Here in the frosty white north, twice a week, someone drops a bunch of flyer’s at my house, and my parents go through it to see where the best deals are to buy groceries. Do they have the same kind of thing in the states? In VA?

Here we have “degrees” of grocery stores. There’s the cheap cheap one, then a middle one (or two) and then the high end grocery store. And some of them are chains found all across the country. Is it the same there? Are there good days to go? sale days?

I know people use coupon websites, but… where?how?

Obviously I should have some sort of menu idea before I hit the stores, but… should it be a week long menu? some people plan month long menu’s? I have no idea….

I’m in WAY over my head here…

I figure if I can approach it the same way I approach ANY kind of shopping, I should be fine. My kids however… they may need to stay home for this one.

Please please please tell me your shopping secrets. How do you do it? Where do you shop? Where do you get your coupons? TEACH ME!!!! P-L-E-A-S-E??????????????

Munchkin was NOT impressed with the wait for me to finish shopping one afternoon, so he decided to make himself comfortable.

 
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Posted by on November 25, 2009 in Coupons, McHubby, Meals, Shopping