There are a ton of common questions people get once they get to certain ages, and they are mostly super annoying after a while. There's the "when are you guys going to get married?", then once that happens, it becomes, "so... when are you having kids?" And now I'm finding out that once your baby turns one, I'm fully expected to pop another baby out.
DH and I went to his former place of employment last week, and pretty much everyone asked this question. Okay, yes, I'll let you, a virtual stranger to me, know that DH & I are planning on having sex... lots and lots of sex. Because you know, you have to have sex to make a baby, and since we're working with PCOS here, it pretty much means that it'll take a while again. I realize that when people ask this question, they're not really thinking about the sex part. But it feels like everyone is nosy about our sex life... from my perspective anyway. And yes, I realize the irony from complaining about this nosiness and then writing about it for all to see. But we're all friends here, right? Right.
Anyway, the whole point of this post is just to get it out there, officially.
No, we are not "trying" for another baby yet. Maybe some time soon-ish, but at this point, I'm not so eager for another c-section so soon after the first one. It sucked, yo. I wouldn't classify it as a traumatic experience, but until I want another baby super badly, which I don't yet, then it can wait. That, and I am really enjoying my solo time with Matthew. Yes, I'm sure he'd love a sibling to pick on.... I mean, play with. He'll probably get one. Just not right now, and that is okay.
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August 31, 2013
May 2, 2013
Woulda coulda shoulda
Every once in a while, I get brief flashbacks of random things that have happened in my life. I think this happens for everyone to some extent. Anyway, I had one of those occasions tonight while washing dishes. I was thinking of one of my high school friends who is about to report to Army boot camp at the age of 31, and it got me thinking of all the times I was thisclose to joining one branch of the armed forces or another. And college. And both. So this post will be about both.
As the final quarter of my public school education was starting, I had the sudden jolt of panic when I realized that I'd been completely ignoring the fact that colleges have application deadlines, and depending on which college, essays to write. I still had a little time, so I wasn't screwed, but I think that it made me narrow my focus to colleges that had easier application processes. So I poured over the multitudes of college brochures that'd been showing up in my mailbox, and I was so excited. I was most excited by George Washington University in St. Louis, but the price tag per year was (and most likely still is) appalling. At the time, I believe it was somewhere around the $50,000 mark. Per year. Um. No. If I were going to spend that much, I would go to Notre Dame (my absolute dream school at that point). Then I came across University of Central Florida. But while I wanted to leave Montana, I wasn't quite ready to go all the way down to Florida, even if the school sounded amazing.
Being more realistic, I only looked at colleges that were in Montana, North Dakota and Minnesota. So application #1 went to Concordia College in Moorhead, MN, application #2 went to University of Montana, and application #3 went to Jamestown College in Jamestown, ND. I was accepted to all three, mostly because I'm awesome. Unfortunately, I had to turn down Concordia because I'd missed the scholarship application deadlines, and it's quite pricey per year. U of M and JC were comparable in price, and while I loved visiting U of M, JC was offering a lot more in terms of scholarships and there was a great chance that I'd graduate in 4 years, as where if I went to U of M, the average was 5 years, so I ultimately chose JC.
But throwing a monkey wrench into my plans was my interest in becoming a Marine. There is just something about serving in the military that draws me in. I don't want to romanticize it, because I know it's a buttload of work, peril and the life isn't for everyone. But something deep inside has always told me that I would be good at it and that I would love it. However, I was never man enough to take that leap. It's one of my regrets/non-regrets in life. What I mean by that is that I regret that I never took that chance, but at the same time, I can't really regret the choices I did make, because then I wouldn't be where I am now. And I kinda like where I am now. Does this make sense?
And why the Marines? I don't remember exactly why. It could have been that I had a friend who was one, or that they have the best bands (would have been my MOS), or maybe that I liked their uniforms better. It's all pretty hazy now. Anyway.....a friend of mine, who had graduated 2 years ahead of me, was a Marine, and she was stationed in Billings as a recruiter. She knew of my interest, and really worked at me to get me to enlist, but even though she assured me it (BTW, if I'd had easy access to the internet back then, I'm pretty sure I would have worked out my fears of boot camp and enlisted. So I'm not sure whether to thank my parents for not having internet, or curse them :/ )
wasn't all that horrible, the mere thought of boot camp scared the crap out of me. So I turned her down and packed my bags for North Dakota.
As my freshman year was drawing to a close, I was seriously unhappy at JC. I yearned for a larger school/community setting, so on the encouragement of an internet friend, I applied to Montana State University in Bozeman. Of course I was accepted. And while I was figuring out what to do once there, I was playing with the idea of joining the Air Force ROTC they have on campus. But the whole MSU thing fizzled pretty quickly... maybe because I am an optimist and thought "just give JC one more semester". I don't know. All I do know is that if hadn't gone back to JC the next semester, I wouldn't have became friends with the guy I would later marry, and is the father of my adorable baby.
And finally, my last brush with the military came after I graduated from college. I was struggling to find a decent job, and by some chance, I saw a brochure for becoming an officer in the Army... which being a college graduate is one of the very few ways one can be commissioned. And this was the one time in which I was probably the most serious about joining the military... because with the Army, I could have joined the National Guard and stayed here. There would be no moving around, and I could have a regular civilian life, too. It was all doable, and going though boot camp no longer scared the crap outta me, thanks to tons of research and message boards.
But throwing the monkey wrench this time was my BF... now DH. He'd grown up an Army brat, and knew what it would all entail... and he wanted no part of it. He didn't tell me I couldn't join, but that if I did, there was no way he could support me, which in my mind meant that we would have to break up. Because there's no way I could NOT have his support in something I did, and be at peace about it. So I chose him over the military. I don' regret it one bit. Yeah, every once in a while, I'll think, "what if?", and dream up some scenario. But I'm happy with how things turned out, so these are always short-lived.
And why the Marines? I don't remember exactly why. It could have been that I had a friend who was one, or that they have the best bands (would have been my MOS), or maybe that I liked their uniforms better. It's all pretty hazy now. Anyway.....a friend of mine, who had graduated 2 years ahead of me, was a Marine, and she was stationed in Billings as a recruiter. She knew of my interest, and really worked at me to get me to enlist, but even though she assured me it (BTW, if I'd had easy access to the internet back then, I'm pretty sure I would have worked out my fears of boot camp and enlisted. So I'm not sure whether to thank my parents for not having internet, or curse them :/ )
wasn't all that horrible, the mere thought of boot camp scared the crap out of me. So I turned her down and packed my bags for North Dakota.
As my freshman year was drawing to a close, I was seriously unhappy at JC. I yearned for a larger school/community setting, so on the encouragement of an internet friend, I applied to Montana State University in Bozeman. Of course I was accepted. And while I was figuring out what to do once there, I was playing with the idea of joining the Air Force ROTC they have on campus. But the whole MSU thing fizzled pretty quickly... maybe because I am an optimist and thought "just give JC one more semester". I don't know. All I do know is that if hadn't gone back to JC the next semester, I wouldn't have became friends with the guy I would later marry, and is the father of my adorable baby.
And finally, my last brush with the military came after I graduated from college. I was struggling to find a decent job, and by some chance, I saw a brochure for becoming an officer in the Army... which being a college graduate is one of the very few ways one can be commissioned. And this was the one time in which I was probably the most serious about joining the military... because with the Army, I could have joined the National Guard and stayed here. There would be no moving around, and I could have a regular civilian life, too. It was all doable, and going though boot camp no longer scared the crap outta me, thanks to tons of research and message boards.
But throwing the monkey wrench this time was my BF... now DH. He'd grown up an Army brat, and knew what it would all entail... and he wanted no part of it. He didn't tell me I couldn't join, but that if I did, there was no way he could support me, which in my mind meant that we would have to break up. Because there's no way I could NOT have his support in something I did, and be at peace about it. So I chose him over the military. I don' regret it one bit. Yeah, every once in a while, I'll think, "what if?", and dream up some scenario. But I'm happy with how things turned out, so these are always short-lived.
January 1, 2013
December 10, 2012
On the "ability" of being a SAHM
Last night, DH had his company Christmas party, where employees from all the branches come to town to have a nice meal, free alcohol, door prizes and free hotel rooms. It's a huge deal, and they go all-out. Anyway, before the party, DH told me that some of his co-workers are jealous that I am able to be a SAHM. And indeed, a handful of them mentioned to me and DH that they wished they could stay home.
The thing is, they CAN.
Now, I've thought this way long before Dave Ramsey entered my life. So I won't turn this into a "take a Dave Ramsey course" plug, although I'll admit that his program has made it a little easier to be a SAHM. But soooo many people don't realize that if they really really wanted to, and both the husband and wife agreed, one of them can stay home and raise children for a living. They just have to realize that they'd have to sacrifice on some of the more creature comforts Americans have grown to "need". And yes, it is hard. But again, if they really wanted to, they'd find a way.
Here's a list of things we've sacrificed a bit on which makes it possible for me to stay home.
1. Our mortgage is modest enough that I don't need to bring in any money to help keep the roof over our heads. And a modest mortgage means that we have a modest house. No McMansions here.
2. Both our vehicles were bought used, were paid for in cash, and are creeping up on 10 years old. We have no plans on getting a new "used" vehicle anytime soon, as we haven't saved up enough to pay in full, and a car payment would take a big chunk of our budget.
3. DH's cell phone is mostly paid for by his employer, and mine is just a simple TracFone. I can make a call and text. That's it. No camera, no WiFi, no games. It's maybe $100 a year. (No, I don't talk on the phone a lot). If DH's employer decided to stop paying for his cell phone, he'd get a TracFone, too. And like the vehicles, we don't get the newest phones that hit the market.
4. We eat out once a week. Sometimes twice, depending on what's going on. But eating out is expensive, and it's sad when you spend more on eating out than what you spend on groceries. We used to eat out a ton, but when we added up everything we spent, it gave us a wake up call that we were wasting money.
5. We no longer have cable. If DH had his way, we wouldn't have internet, either, but a girl's gotta put her foot down sometime. :) Out of everything I've listed so far, this one is by far the hardest. I liked the background noise it offered, and the trashy MTV shows I got addicted to. But when it comes down to it, we really don't need to spend $60 a month on trashy MTV shows that I could watch for free online.
6. We don't do a lot of shopping. And this might be a product of where we live, where Walmart is the best place to get stuff, but really, we take one or two big shopping trips to Fargo a year. But otherwise, there is very minimal amounts spent on clothing, shoes and whatever else other people like to buy.
7. We don't take many vacations. And by vacations, I mean "go somewhere that's more than 1 state away". We'll take an occasional weekend trip to see friends in Minnesota or go see my family in Montana. But besides gas, those are pretty cheap as we don't pay hotel costs. Maybe some day we'll take a big vacation... and of course we'd save up for it.
Anyway, those are the big things that most people don't want to give up. Not saying that everyone does all those things, but just one or two of them alone can make it impossible for someone to stay home with the kids. But if they really worked at it, I bet they'd find that they COULD stay home.
The thing is, they CAN.
Now, I've thought this way long before Dave Ramsey entered my life. So I won't turn this into a "take a Dave Ramsey course" plug, although I'll admit that his program has made it a little easier to be a SAHM. But soooo many people don't realize that if they really really wanted to, and both the husband and wife agreed, one of them can stay home and raise children for a living. They just have to realize that they'd have to sacrifice on some of the more creature comforts Americans have grown to "need". And yes, it is hard. But again, if they really wanted to, they'd find a way.
Here's a list of things we've sacrificed a bit on which makes it possible for me to stay home.
1. Our mortgage is modest enough that I don't need to bring in any money to help keep the roof over our heads. And a modest mortgage means that we have a modest house. No McMansions here.
2. Both our vehicles were bought used, were paid for in cash, and are creeping up on 10 years old. We have no plans on getting a new "used" vehicle anytime soon, as we haven't saved up enough to pay in full, and a car payment would take a big chunk of our budget.
3. DH's cell phone is mostly paid for by his employer, and mine is just a simple TracFone. I can make a call and text. That's it. No camera, no WiFi, no games. It's maybe $100 a year. (No, I don't talk on the phone a lot). If DH's employer decided to stop paying for his cell phone, he'd get a TracFone, too. And like the vehicles, we don't get the newest phones that hit the market.
4. We eat out once a week. Sometimes twice, depending on what's going on. But eating out is expensive, and it's sad when you spend more on eating out than what you spend on groceries. We used to eat out a ton, but when we added up everything we spent, it gave us a wake up call that we were wasting money.
5. We no longer have cable. If DH had his way, we wouldn't have internet, either, but a girl's gotta put her foot down sometime. :) Out of everything I've listed so far, this one is by far the hardest. I liked the background noise it offered, and the trashy MTV shows I got addicted to. But when it comes down to it, we really don't need to spend $60 a month on trashy MTV shows that I could watch for free online.
6. We don't do a lot of shopping. And this might be a product of where we live, where Walmart is the best place to get stuff, but really, we take one or two big shopping trips to Fargo a year. But otherwise, there is very minimal amounts spent on clothing, shoes and whatever else other people like to buy.
7. We don't take many vacations. And by vacations, I mean "go somewhere that's more than 1 state away". We'll take an occasional weekend trip to see friends in Minnesota or go see my family in Montana. But besides gas, those are pretty cheap as we don't pay hotel costs. Maybe some day we'll take a big vacation... and of course we'd save up for it.
Anyway, those are the big things that most people don't want to give up. Not saying that everyone does all those things, but just one or two of them alone can make it impossible for someone to stay home with the kids. But if they really worked at it, I bet they'd find that they COULD stay home.
December 20, 2011
P52
This year is the year. I am determined!
So what is it? Project 52 (P52) is where you make it a point to take at least one picture a week for a whole year, and then scrapbook what you have. It was originally just taking a picture a week, but it morphed into scrapping, too. And P52 is actually an off-shoot of Project 365. Yep. Taking a picture every day for a whole year. P365 is a little (ok, very) ambitious for me. So P52 is perfect, and I just happen to have tons of digital scrapbooking "supplies" just sitting on my external hard drive, waiting to be used.
I did remember it in time to start on the New Year this year, but after a few months, I seemed to run out of inspiration. I mean, I'm at home pretty much all day. There's only so much you can take a picture of before you start getting monotonous, and who wants to see a picture of stuff I clean? So then I thought it'd be fun to take a picture of DH's sandwiches during the week. But he eats the same thing literally every day (he likes it like that), so if that's not monotonous, I don't know what is.
Between now and the New Year, I have to find a theme to take pictures of. Like how our backyard changes every week (sounds fun, doesn't it?). Or which game our group of friends likes to play. I dunno. Something. But I really want to do it, so I'd better get inspired quick like. Just don't be surprised if I alter it down to P12! Hey, then I can make a calendar! I may be on to something there...
So what is it? Project 52 (P52) is where you make it a point to take at least one picture a week for a whole year, and then scrapbook what you have. It was originally just taking a picture a week, but it morphed into scrapping, too. And P52 is actually an off-shoot of Project 365. Yep. Taking a picture every day for a whole year. P365 is a little (ok, very) ambitious for me. So P52 is perfect, and I just happen to have tons of digital scrapbooking "supplies" just sitting on my external hard drive, waiting to be used.
I did remember it in time to start on the New Year this year, but after a few months, I seemed to run out of inspiration. I mean, I'm at home pretty much all day. There's only so much you can take a picture of before you start getting monotonous, and who wants to see a picture of stuff I clean? So then I thought it'd be fun to take a picture of DH's sandwiches during the week. But he eats the same thing literally every day (he likes it like that), so if that's not monotonous, I don't know what is.
Between now and the New Year, I have to find a theme to take pictures of. Like how our backyard changes every week (sounds fun, doesn't it?). Or which game our group of friends likes to play. I dunno. Something. But I really want to do it, so I'd better get inspired quick like. Just don't be surprised if I alter it down to P12! Hey, then I can make a calendar! I may be on to something there...
December 9, 2011
Our wanna-be crunchy lifestyle
Okay, wanna-be is pushing it a bit, but we talk about it once in a while. DH especially. He goes all out, and it involves doing stuff I don't think I can ever get into.
My idea of being crunchy is having my own garden in which I grow veggies and some fruit. But it wouldn't be organic. DH is all for that, but he takes the garden one step further by making our own compost. Fine. It makes sense to use grass clippings and food trash to feed the earth.
But here's where he goes a little crazy. He wants chickens. And goats. If I asked, he'd probably be all for a cow, and if we ate more pork, he'd want a pig, too. Um, no. I draw the line at having my own garden. I don't wanna have to deal with animal poop and taking care of said animals when it's -40F with 3 feet of snow on the ground in the winter. Besides, if we had those kind of animals, we'd need to live out in the country, because I think there are city ordinances against farm animals within city limits or something.
As always though, I have no idea if he's just teasing me or if he'd really do it if I gave him half a chance (which I won't). And I don't foresee the garden happening anytime soon, either. I love the idea of it, but when it comes down to it, I like being inside, and I HATE digging in the dirt. That is a recipe for a garden fail if I ever saw one.
But it's all nice to think about sometimes :)
My idea of being crunchy is having my own garden in which I grow veggies and some fruit. But it wouldn't be organic. DH is all for that, but he takes the garden one step further by making our own compost. Fine. It makes sense to use grass clippings and food trash to feed the earth.
But here's where he goes a little crazy. He wants chickens. And goats. If I asked, he'd probably be all for a cow, and if we ate more pork, he'd want a pig, too. Um, no. I draw the line at having my own garden. I don't wanna have to deal with animal poop and taking care of said animals when it's -40F with 3 feet of snow on the ground in the winter. Besides, if we had those kind of animals, we'd need to live out in the country, because I think there are city ordinances against farm animals within city limits or something.
As always though, I have no idea if he's just teasing me or if he'd really do it if I gave him half a chance (which I won't). And I don't foresee the garden happening anytime soon, either. I love the idea of it, but when it comes down to it, I like being inside, and I HATE digging in the dirt. That is a recipe for a garden fail if I ever saw one.
But it's all nice to think about sometimes :)
December 6, 2011
Christmas break
Not in the literal sense anyway. But as far as college band is concerned, it's Christmas break. We had the last concert of the semester on Sunday, and there are no more rehearsals until the middle of January. Sweet!
Why am I in the college band even though I'm not a student? Well, our local college has a pretty small band and the director invites community members and faculty to join to supplement the group. And I feel kinda special because I fall under the alumni category... and in special, I mean it makes me feel old sometimes. Like last year on September 11th, we were having sectionals and I mentioned that I was a sophomore in college when it happened and what class I was in, etc. My entire section were freshman, so they just looked at me with wide eyes and one of them said, "I don't remember much because I was in the second grade." Wow. That made me feel like a super old 29 year old.
Anyway, after I got laid off in 2010, and after the instructor for Jazzercize retired, I found my 5:00's suddenly open. So I contacted the director and asked if I would be able to join. Certainly, he said. I went in one day to "test" for placement, although I knew very well that I would be last chair just because I was joining midway through the 1st semester. That's fine. I like not having tons of responsibilities to play high notes and stuff. Now I'm in my second year with the band and am principle second, and really liking it. The director usually picks pretty difficult music, so it's a challenge, and the clarinet section has 10 people in it this year. This is ginormous for the size of our band, so we're told to back off a lot.
But it also drains my energy pretty quickly, so I'm glad for the break. Now would also be the perfect time to break in some new reeds, as I'm still on the one I used last year. But breaking in a reed is a pain in the ass, so I don't want to. I'll have to suck it up though because I really NEED a new working reed. Blah. Why can't they come pre-broken?
Why am I in the college band even though I'm not a student? Well, our local college has a pretty small band and the director invites community members and faculty to join to supplement the group. And I feel kinda special because I fall under the alumni category... and in special, I mean it makes me feel old sometimes. Like last year on September 11th, we were having sectionals and I mentioned that I was a sophomore in college when it happened and what class I was in, etc. My entire section were freshman, so they just looked at me with wide eyes and one of them said, "I don't remember much because I was in the second grade." Wow. That made me feel like a super old 29 year old.
Anyway, after I got laid off in 2010, and after the instructor for Jazzercize retired, I found my 5:00's suddenly open. So I contacted the director and asked if I would be able to join. Certainly, he said. I went in one day to "test" for placement, although I knew very well that I would be last chair just because I was joining midway through the 1st semester. That's fine. I like not having tons of responsibilities to play high notes and stuff. Now I'm in my second year with the band and am principle second, and really liking it. The director usually picks pretty difficult music, so it's a challenge, and the clarinet section has 10 people in it this year. This is ginormous for the size of our band, so we're told to back off a lot.
But it also drains my energy pretty quickly, so I'm glad for the break. Now would also be the perfect time to break in some new reeds, as I'm still on the one I used last year. But breaking in a reed is a pain in the ass, so I don't want to. I'll have to suck it up though because I really NEED a new working reed. Blah. Why can't they come pre-broken?
November 25, 2011
Stuff
It's Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, and I'm tired. Although I'm not a Black Friday shopper normally, I did come across some good sales on things I was looking to get anyway, so I spent some time online in the wee hours of the morning shopping. It would have gone quicker and smoother had the vendors' checkout system not crashed. But it got fixed and I got my stuff. I'm super excited about it, too. :) No. You can't know what I got... there are people who read this blog whose Christmas gifts would be spoiled if I told. But trust me. It's awesome!
Thanksgiving went well. It was me, DH & 2 other friends. DH & I cooked. And I must say, my turkey came out really well. I zested an orange, mixed it with a stick of softened butter, and then slathered it on. Then I sprinkled dried rosemary and black pepper on top. As more flavoring, I quartered the zested orange and quartered an onion and stuffed it all inside (I stuffed before I lathered the butter on... way less mess). Chicken broth was the liquid of choice in the pan. Although I don't eat the skin so didn't taste the orange, the meat was super moist and flavorful. If I keep this up, I'm going to be forced to cook the turkey every holiday (up until last Christmas, DH and/or my FIL did the holiday cooking... and it was good).
In other news, I chipped the corner of one of my front bottom teeth while I was sleeping. Don't know how it happened, but I vaguely remember feeling the chipped part on my tongue, and picking it off and putting it on my nightstand. It's not visible since it's on the bottom, and it doesn't hurt. So I'd considered not bothering to go have it fixed. But my DH wisely pointed out that while it's not a problem now, it likely will be in the future, so why not get it fixed now? Good point. I knew there was a reason why I married him... he's all logical and stuff.
Thanksgiving went well. It was me, DH & 2 other friends. DH & I cooked. And I must say, my turkey came out really well. I zested an orange, mixed it with a stick of softened butter, and then slathered it on. Then I sprinkled dried rosemary and black pepper on top. As more flavoring, I quartered the zested orange and quartered an onion and stuffed it all inside (I stuffed before I lathered the butter on... way less mess). Chicken broth was the liquid of choice in the pan. Although I don't eat the skin so didn't taste the orange, the meat was super moist and flavorful. If I keep this up, I'm going to be forced to cook the turkey every holiday (up until last Christmas, DH and/or my FIL did the holiday cooking... and it was good).
In other news, I chipped the corner of one of my front bottom teeth while I was sleeping. Don't know how it happened, but I vaguely remember feeling the chipped part on my tongue, and picking it off and putting it on my nightstand. It's not visible since it's on the bottom, and it doesn't hurt. So I'd considered not bothering to go have it fixed. But my DH wisely pointed out that while it's not a problem now, it likely will be in the future, so why not get it fixed now? Good point. I knew there was a reason why I married him... he's all logical and stuff.
November 4, 2011
Ugh...
I hate being sick. I guess no one really likes it, but it's one of those things that you mostly forget about once you're better. So when wee little germs invade your body and try to establish a kingdom, it comes as a surprise at how awful you feel.
So I went to the doctor today because I simply was not getting better... in fact, I had no voice for most of today. I was just going to ride it out, but my husband urged me to go, since this is exactly the reason why we have health insurance. I can report that I do not have strep, nor bronchitis. I have a viral infection that I'm supposed to ride out. Surprise, surprise. It always seems to be something untreatable...
In the meantime, I will continue to cough fire and blow my nose. Fun times. *eyeroll*
So I went to the doctor today because I simply was not getting better... in fact, I had no voice for most of today. I was just going to ride it out, but my husband urged me to go, since this is exactly the reason why we have health insurance. I can report that I do not have strep, nor bronchitis. I have a viral infection that I'm supposed to ride out. Surprise, surprise. It always seems to be something untreatable...
In the meantime, I will continue to cough fire and blow my nose. Fun times. *eyeroll*
October 28, 2011
Food challenge, update
I've had a few people ask me about this, so it's a good time for an update, huh?
It turns out that the day after I posted about the challenge, my husband, maybe realizing that he wouldn't be getting many nutritious meals should we go ahead with it, told me that we didn't have to do it. BUT... he would really really like it if I could use the stuff in the freezer, which is mostly meat. Okay, I can do that, and it won't make me feel overwhelmed trying to be creative after the fresh stuff is gone.
And I have to mention that I did not complain or whine about it... I was all on board to do it, though I wasn't jumping up and down excited to do it. Nor does he read this blog, so I cannot be blamed for his change of heart. :)
But while I'm talking about food and shopping, I'm going to do my grocery shopping for next week solely at Walmart, to see what the bill comes out to be. The grocery store I usually shop at has been raising their prices a ridiculous amount, and I'm having problems keeping within the $75 weekly budget, even without buying meat.
For an example, I buy FiberOne wheat bread. At the grocery store, it was $3.99 for a long time. Just last week, I noticed it is now $4.33. What is it at Walmart? $2.99. I know... paying $4 for a loaf of bread is insane, but my husband likes the fiber content, so that's what I get. There are other items I constantly buy that have had their prices go up, too, so we'll see how that turns out. Not totally wild about driving across town to grocery shop, and at Walmart to boot, but I'll take what I can get.
It turns out that the day after I posted about the challenge, my husband, maybe realizing that he wouldn't be getting many nutritious meals should we go ahead with it, told me that we didn't have to do it. BUT... he would really really like it if I could use the stuff in the freezer, which is mostly meat. Okay, I can do that, and it won't make me feel overwhelmed trying to be creative after the fresh stuff is gone.
And I have to mention that I did not complain or whine about it... I was all on board to do it, though I wasn't jumping up and down excited to do it. Nor does he read this blog, so I cannot be blamed for his change of heart. :)
But while I'm talking about food and shopping, I'm going to do my grocery shopping for next week solely at Walmart, to see what the bill comes out to be. The grocery store I usually shop at has been raising their prices a ridiculous amount, and I'm having problems keeping within the $75 weekly budget, even without buying meat.
For an example, I buy FiberOne wheat bread. At the grocery store, it was $3.99 for a long time. Just last week, I noticed it is now $4.33. What is it at Walmart? $2.99. I know... paying $4 for a loaf of bread is insane, but my husband likes the fiber content, so that's what I get. There are other items I constantly buy that have had their prices go up, too, so we'll see how that turns out. Not totally wild about driving across town to grocery shop, and at Walmart to boot, but I'll take what I can get.
July 14, 2010
An Introduction
Hello. I thought I'd give this blogging thing a try, and share interests, challenges and just the randomness that is my life.
A little about me... I'm a 29 year old female living in a small city in North Dakota. I've been married for over 2 years to the wonderful guy I met in college, though we've been together for for 9 years total. I am a new homemaker, and still trying to learn the ropes of that... it's more work than it sounds like. And for the past 2 years, we have been actively trying to conceive... and not getting very far. I hope to share some of the challenges as we try to figure things out. I can't promise there won't be any rants or poor-me posts... because most likely, there will be, because it goes with the territory of infertility.
My blog won't be solely about infertility.... it'll just be about my life and whatever is going on at any given point in time.
Enjoy!
A little about me... I'm a 29 year old female living in a small city in North Dakota. I've been married for over 2 years to the wonderful guy I met in college, though we've been together for for 9 years total. I am a new homemaker, and still trying to learn the ropes of that... it's more work than it sounds like. And for the past 2 years, we have been actively trying to conceive... and not getting very far. I hope to share some of the challenges as we try to figure things out. I can't promise there won't be any rants or poor-me posts... because most likely, there will be, because it goes with the territory of infertility.
My blog won't be solely about infertility.... it'll just be about my life and whatever is going on at any given point in time.
Enjoy!
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