Much More Than Mommy

Because there’s more to me than two adorable little girls. There’s more to me than diaper changes. I’m more than bottles and sippy cups. More than cribs and high chairs.

My New High April 29, 2009

Filed under: life in general, marriedlife, stay-at-home-mom — freebutterfly @ 2:41 pm
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Getting chores done still gives me a buzz.   In the past week, though, I’ve found a new drug.  One that won’t spill.  One that don’t cost too much.  Or come in a pill.

It’s SAVING MONEY.

I don’t know about the rest of you SAHMs, or those of you whose partners work while you’re between jobs or whatever, but even though I know “what’s mine is yours” when it comes to what The Husband earns, it is difficult for me to spend money.  Even when I’m spending on a need.  Right now, for instance, I have one pair of khaki capris, and they are teetering on the edge of no longer fitting — while The Husband thinks it’s kind of sexy that my pants can slide off so easily, I’m not into low-riding.  Not to mention that khaki capris and t-shirts are staples to my wardrobe, so this presents something of a problem.  However, I have not yet bought another pair.  I am pretty frugal cheap anyway, so it has to be an incredible deal for me to deem the purchase worthy of spending hard-earned money that I hardly earned.  Now, don’t get me wrong, I know I contribute, I KNOW, but still.  It’s difficult.  It has been since I started staying at home. 

One of my beloved friends who has since moved from my beloved state spoke often of the deals she got by scouring sales flyers and couponing.  As a matter of fact, on more than one occasion I called her and got her voicemail.  She would call me a back a few minutes later, sounding almost out of breath, saying, “Sorry, I couldn’t get to the phone, I was in my coupons.”  I always envisioned her sitting amidst a mountain of coupons — and that may not have been far from the truth!  So I heard her talking about her savings, and I admired her shrewd skills when it came to saving, but I never took the time to figure out how to do it for myself.

Then, another dear friend wrote this, and then this.  I may have drooled a little bit.  I wanted what she had — money saved, and perhaps more than a little bit of admiration from her husband.

Last week, I decided to take a hit off of this drug.  (For the record, I have never done illegal drugs, so I apologize if I am using the terminology incorrectly.)  Products I used were on special at CVS, and not only were they on sale, but they were offering $10 in their Extra Care Bucks if you spent $25.  The Husband went along with me, and when I was getting what I went in for, he found other products we used marked down 75% — contact solution kits for $3.12.  One 12-ounce bottle cost more than that, and we were getting a 12-ounce bottle, a travel size bottle, and rewetting drops.  Anyway, we spent $31.24 and saved $25.21, and I had $10 ECBs in my hand.  All on products we needed and use regularly.

I. Was. Hooked.

This week I forgot to get a Sunday paper.  But, um, I was so intent on checking the sales flyers that I snagged my mom’s Sunday paper (she was out of town! and I gave it back! in the wrapper and everything!) and made my list.  Not a lot of things, but I had a plan.  Thanks to my dear friend, today I was able to do some kid-free shopping.  (And for those that think it would just take too long to go from store-to-store-to-store to make the most of the advertised deals, I went to three different stores and was done in an hour.)

I was honestly shaking a little when I made my way to the register at CVS and said, “I have two transacations,” and handed her my little red keychain tag and laid my coupons and ECBs out.  When it was all said and done, I couldn’t stop staring at my receipt.

Between two of the stores (that I could see the savings on), I spent $27.41.  I saved $40.27.  And, among the items purchased was this, which normally costs anywhere from $19.99-$24.99 on its own. 

I’m not an expert, but I think I’m still buzzing. 

And I am not experiencing any buyer’s remorse, which may be a first for me. 

Try it, you’ll like it.  And if not, here.  It’s all good!

 

My Mind is Mush April 25, 2009

So last Friday I had surgery, and hopefully the medical mystery that began last fall has been solved and I can go back to living without giving much thought to my ovaries, fallopian tubes, uterus, etc.  A comedienne said once, “They don’t bother me, and I don’t bother them.”  That’s the way it ought to be.

It was a pretty simple procedure, so my recuperation wasn’t lengthy.  For the better part of the entire weekend, though, I was in my bedroom laying awkwardly propped up on pillows.  For the procedure they have to fill you up with gas while they’re looking around, and that gas gets trapped, and it is one of the most uncomfortable feelings ever.  Not horribly painful, but definitely unpleasant.  So I squirmed around for a good twenty minutes before I found a position that would bring the least discomfort.  Thankfully, I could see the TV in the room and close my eyes and sleep in said position — SCORE!  Although, considering how out of it I was thanks to the remnants of anesthesia, I’m pretty sure I could’ve slept no matter what.

Anyway, last weekend The Husband kept The Girls entertained, and I positioned myself on three to four pillows and either slept or watched TV.  We have cable in our room, but not with the box, so I had only 70-ish channels to choose from rather than hundreds.  THE HORROR!  (I’m just kidding — even with the box in the living room, often times there is just NOTHING ON.)

I got to do some serious channel surfing.  No Noggin.  No ESPN.  No Playhouse Disney.  No…  ESPN. 

WAY too much E! and VH1 though.  That is why my mind is mush.  And even after I was up and around, some pointless thoughts still lingered in the soup my brain had become…

  • I can’t believe Bret picked Taya.
  • If Susan Boyle wants to dye her hair, get her eyebrows waxed and wear a Burberry scarf, let her!
  • I feel kind of sorry for whoever won Miss USA since Miss California got all the press.  (God forbid someone should be honest and forthright in the face of obvious bias and opposition.)
  •  Steve Ward is awesome.
  • If Levi Johnston wanted people to take him seriously, maybe he should’ve gone on Larry King before Tyra.
  • I hope Chris doesn’t want to go see the new Star Trek movie.
  • I hope Chris does want to go see the new Hugh Jackman X-Men movie.
  • I can’t believe Mel Gibson didn’t have a prenup.
  • Everyone seems to dig Dave Ramsey

I did watch a little bit of The History Channel at some point.  Unfortunately, I can’t even remember what it was I watched.  Maybe I should just leave the TV on that channel while I’m cleaning later and clear my head…

 

Journey, as performed by NINE-YEAR-OLDS! April 21, 2009

Filed under: Entertainment, Music, internet fun — freebutterfly @ 5:35 pm
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I realize I am usually the LAST to see things like this, but my jaw is still sitting on the floor after watching these Ohio 9-year-olds.

If it isn’t real, don’t tell me.  Let me have hope…

 

The Unfortunate Unexpected April 16, 2009

Filed under: Faith, Health — freebutterfly @ 11:46 pm
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A little over three years ago, I was sitting on our couch mindlessly putting together invitations for an event I was hosting.  It was pretty late, and The Husband had been in bed for a while.  All of a sudden, I heard a commotion from the hallway, and there was The Husband.  He was practically crawling out to the living room, doubled over in excruciating pain.

This was actually the second time this had happened.  Two weeks prior, he’d nearly fallen out of the bed with this same pain.  We’d actually dialed 911 and he got his (surprisingly) first ride in an ambulance.  It turned out the culprit was a kidney stone, and he was sent home to wait it out.  He waited and waited…

And then, two weeks later, problems arose and we ended up back to the hospital.  Turns out that stubborn little stone decided it liked The Husband’s insides so much that it embedded itself, and the doctors decided they were going to go in and retrieve it.  Which they did.  However, they also “nicked” his bladder and peritoneal cavity.

What was supposed to be an outpatient procedure turned into a nearly week-long stay in the hospital’s PCU.  Tubes everywhere, morphine drip nearby, then complications following for nearly four months afterwards.

So.  Later today I will go in for a simple outpatient procedure.  Can you see why I might have some anxiety?  Not only that but, as I mentioned before, I have heard my fair share of horror stories regarding this procedure.

I could play the “What If” game.  What if something goes wrong?  What if they nick something?  What if they have to take extra things out?  What if they don’t find anything wrong at all and I have to start over altogether?!

Sitting around trying to dissect each and every worst case scenario is exhausting and pointless.  Especially if it leads to stressing out over these things that might not happen at all.  Especially if these thoughts consume.

Last week during Bible study, I read something that brought this home for me.  This is an excerpt from the Beth Moore (ohmygosh I LOVE HER) study, It’s Tough Being A Woman:

…the enemy and our own self-destructive natures combine to taunt us with ‘what ifs.’  Once we are in Christ, Satan has no authority to destroy us, so he settles for the next best ting: threateningto destroy us. … Our natural human defense is to grovel before God and plead with Him not to let those things happen.  Our conditional trust not only makes us an open target for enemy torment; it also positons us as negotiators and beggars before God instead of secure children who trust their lives to their faithful father.

Sure, I want everything to be okay.  Actually, I want for them to go in, find endometriosis, clear it out, and move on.  But whether they find nothing, or some unexpected unfortunate situation arises as it did with The Husband, I will trust that God is a whole lot wiser than I am and knows why it happened, what’s going to happen afterwards, and that He will help me work it all out.

He certainly has before.  I’ve never been able to worry myself out of a sticky situation or outright problem before, but God has proven Himself time and time again.

 

I have a fan! April 16, 2009

Filed under: internet fun, me — freebutterfly @ 1:17 pm
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From Kim!

Thank you, Kim, for bestowing me with this honor.  I am touched.  I am grateful.  I am copying every list you posted in order to rightfully accept this award.

8 Things I Look Forward To:

  1. The 7ths.  This year will be the 7th anniversary of The Husband and I meeting, going on our first date, our engagement and our wedding.  And getting pregnant, actually.  2002 was SUPER busy!
  2. Buying a house. 
  3. A retreat with other moms.  No kids, no husbands.  FO’ REAL!
  4. Seeing Kearsie at the aforementioned retreat!
  5. Receiving the second Wii remote and nunchuk we ordered so that The Husband and I can play tennis and boxing against each other.  (A long time ago I read a statistic from some fancy resort that said couples that played on opposite sides got along better than couples that played with one another as a team.)
  6. Quality Time with The Husband.  (Yes, that is a euphemism.)
  7. Watching my girls grow up.
  8. Heaven.

8 Things I Wish I Could Do:

  1. Be in a play.
  2. Write.  As in, be published.
  3. Whistle.
  4. See snow.
  5. Eat without caring.
  6. Get a cat.
  7. Math.
  8. Sew.  (Like, repair an injured stuffed animal sewing.)

8 Things I Did Yesterday:

  1. Watched my younger daughter dance to the music during the closing credits of “Happy Feet”.
  2. Watched my older daughter win every single Wii boxing match she played.
  3. Had blood taken in preparation for surgery on Friday.
  4. Homework for Bible studies.
  5. Went to one of the aforementioned Bible studies.
  6. Worked childcare.
  7. Watched “Lost” with The Husband.
  8. Took a shower.

8 Shows I Watch:

  1. Lost
  2. Dancing With The Stars (when I remember to record it)
  3. American Idol (when I remember to record it)
  4. NCIS
  5. House
  6. What Would You Do?
  7. The Unit (actually, The Husband watches it, but I’m running out)
  8. Imagination Movers, or any other Playhouse Disney or Noggin program — but I will admit to liking that show in particular

I am a fan of:

The Funny Sister
Sounds Like Tomatoes
Mommy’s Heart
And, of course, WendiWinn, who won’t do this, but I am still a fan.

And there are other blogs I like, but they might not know that I like them.  I’m all closeted…

Inside Shauna’s Head
oh did I say that out loud?
The Harpoonist — again, this really isn’t her thing, but I’m still a fan, especially her American Idol recaps.

 

What up, Bra? April 15, 2009

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I never understood why that term was used, ever.  Why would you call someone a “bra”?  Why?  Actually, don’t explain it to me, because I really don’t want to know — whenever I hear it, I just imagine the person talking is calling the recipient of his greeting a piece of underwear.  Life is way more fun that way.

In my quest to keep my blog from going totally and completely stale, to the point of having that little hint of greenish mold showing around the edges, I thought I would do a post where I show what search terms people have used to find my blog. 

The biggest draw to my blog has been due to people searching this term:

BRA

One thousand three hundred thirty-four views, to be exact.   And I’m pretty sure it’s from the image search (leading them to this post), which is kind of… scary?   Well, not that people are searching for images of bras, but the results of said search.  Especially since the first image that I saw was of a bra MADE OF BACON.  I am not kidding you.  And, no, I am not linking to that image.  My gag reflex is already at work just thinking about it. 

There are some American Idol contestants sprinkled in the search terms, but also Photofunia – a search on that term has gotten me my third highest number of views.  I’m pretty dang sure this is also from the image search.  It led to this post, which is on the second page of results.

How have others found me?  With searches looking for…

How delightfully random.  Kind of like this blog, which I still check every day.

How did you find me?  Should I be scared?

 

Say ANYTHING April 9, 2009

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I have never seen the movie, but:

sayanything

I just want to say anything.  ANYTHING!  And all I know is that’s the title of that movie.  And I’m kind of surprised I’ve never seen it, because I think I’ve liked pretty much everything I’ve seen John Cusack in.  I don’t know if I really like-liked Being John Malkovich though.  That was all kinds of weird, and I don’t get movies that are supposed to make you think, especially in some sort of surreal way.  I want it all out there for me, easy peasy.  Same with my TV.  Except with Lost.  That show’s just taking me on a ride, and I like it. 

I’m reading something that isn’t fluff, though.  The Shack by William P. Young.  I am not a theological scholar or anything, but I like the author’s interpretation of the kind of relationship God wants with me.  I usually read books quickly, just plow right through them.  I read the entire Left Behind series in two weeks.  Not so with this book.  It gives me so much to think about… and I had to look up paradigm.  I really felt like I should’ve understood that term, too.  I also really felt like the author has some great insights, and I hope he’s right about a lot of them.

I have four unfinished drafts.  I begin typing with reckless abandon, only to stall out mid-post like the Hyundai I had would in the middle of accelerating.

I have a 99th post with comments suggesting topics to write about, which I was supposed to do for my 100th post, but I didn’t.

WHY CAN’T I WRITE?!

All that’s running through my mind right now is the uber critical decision of whether I should paint my fingernails Catherine the Grape now, or wait until tomorrow night.  Which is really tonight.  I’m wondering why I didn’t do any of my Bible study homework.

I don’t know.

A picture is worth a thousand words:

underconstruction

I am under construction.