In a life where day to day stresses including waters rising, raising children, and other serious issues it is almost "fun" to worry for a moment, just a moment, about something not so important like the general craze happening right now with coupons. I feel like everytime I turn around a new mom has started a money saving blog/website/facebook following, and, let's discuss the TLC show for .2 seconds. I have two main problems with the show. #1 Do you really need 345 candy bars in your home at one time? The whole stockpiling extravaganza seems more like hoarding to me on many levels. My other issue with the show is that what percentage of the items that they buy (using coupons) is remotely healthy for you? Probably less than 2 percent, scary.
All of this being said, I will be the first to admit I have an envelope for coupons, but darn it, if by the time I get through the trek that is a grocery store trip with a week long list and one or two "helpers" with me it is a miracle if I remember which coupons I have, where they are located in my purse, and finally if they make it to the cashier, pitiful i know, but oh so true.
Although I will never be stockpiling toothbrushes underneath my child's bed (yes, check the show) I would like to be a bit better about my coupon discipline. What are your strategies or do you even use coupons?
Ok, back to the bigger worries like the topic that my six year-old came up with today for discussion, THAT will have to be another blog for another time :)
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
friends in low places
So I just heard this old Garth Brooks song on the radio (my first country song I ever did like) and I thought with all of the flooding and low elevation here in my great state what a great title for today's blog :)
We are coming up upon six (yes six for those of you who knew us when we were packing our boxes with Katrina news on in the background) years of living in the Rouge. With our original game plan of no more than four years here and hopes of moving back closer to home with a better job for husband, this can be chalked up as yet another bit of evidence that #1 we are not in charge of the "game plan," and #2 He has so much more in store for you than you could possibly ever imagine.
It is true that this place does feel like (as the narrator on Swamp People so nicely put) "the far corners of the world" sometimes. Street names, town names, and last names (Arceneaux, Naquin, Taliaferro, Fontenot being M's kindergarten teachers last names) did at one time haunt me and made me feel like I was living in a place where my language wasn't going to cut it. However, after living here this length of time I don't know if I could stand living in a place that doesn't know how to spell geaux correctly and I now would eat a po-boy (fully dressed) over a hoagie anyday.
There is such a sense of pride here. Pride in our city, our university, and the culture of families that I feel thankful to get a glimpse into when people from here willingly, lovingly open their family to yours and make you feel like one of them. I also feel a sense of nothing being taken for granted. Between hurricanes and right now a bulging Mississippi people love what they have today and appreciate each day, knowing tomorrow they may not be so lucky.
If you would have told me six years ago that my husband (one of the most pickiest eaters EVER) would anticipate crawfish season almost as much as college football season or that I would love etouffee, jambalaya, and gumbo (and more importantly be able to tell you the difference between them) I would call you crazy. But even more unanticipated is our love for this place, a place we would be proud to raise our girls in and a place to call our HOME.
We are coming up upon six (yes six for those of you who knew us when we were packing our boxes with Katrina news on in the background) years of living in the Rouge. With our original game plan of no more than four years here and hopes of moving back closer to home with a better job for husband, this can be chalked up as yet another bit of evidence that #1 we are not in charge of the "game plan," and #2 He has so much more in store for you than you could possibly ever imagine.
It is true that this place does feel like (as the narrator on Swamp People so nicely put) "the far corners of the world" sometimes. Street names, town names, and last names (Arceneaux, Naquin, Taliaferro, Fontenot being M's kindergarten teachers last names) did at one time haunt me and made me feel like I was living in a place where my language wasn't going to cut it. However, after living here this length of time I don't know if I could stand living in a place that doesn't know how to spell geaux correctly and I now would eat a po-boy (fully dressed) over a hoagie anyday.
There is such a sense of pride here. Pride in our city, our university, and the culture of families that I feel thankful to get a glimpse into when people from here willingly, lovingly open their family to yours and make you feel like one of them. I also feel a sense of nothing being taken for granted. Between hurricanes and right now a bulging Mississippi people love what they have today and appreciate each day, knowing tomorrow they may not be so lucky.
If you would have told me six years ago that my husband (one of the most pickiest eaters EVER) would anticipate crawfish season almost as much as college football season or that I would love etouffee, jambalaya, and gumbo (and more importantly be able to tell you the difference between them) I would call you crazy. But even more unanticipated is our love for this place, a place we would be proud to raise our girls in and a place to call our HOME.
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