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How To Be Broke- and still get by

So I went to Wal*Mart the other day -hey, I’m broke AND unemployed now thanks to them. They’re still the cheapest game in town with the most selection. When I’m financially stable I’ll be able to use my buying power as a consumer to support the right businesses.  As long as we’re all this destitute, we really can’t afford to search out a grocer who’s NOT owned by a major company (Schnucks or Kroger or… oh yeah, that’s it) and spend more there.  The reason I’m starting out with this, however, is because I got this glorious hall of sustenance for the week and still managed to stay $5 under budget. Of course, I forgot drinks for Bastian’s sack lunches -but I can get those and we’re still good.

This leads me to the next installment of my latest idea to help assuage the horrors of bein’ broke.

Po’ Folks Tip #2: When you go to the store buy either generic or what’s on sale. Check those endcaps, and round everything up to the nearest $$$ (if it’s not an exact dollar amount), and keep track of what you put in that cart! I always end up being within’ $5 of my total budget, and I keep that set amount in mind the whole time I’m shopping. It helps control expenditures -and we all know we need to do more of that.

As I mentioned in my last post, it is never a good idea to leave the house hungry when you are poor. This is especially true when you are going to the grocery store. Hungry tummies = way more food than you can afford most of the time. Before I went out yesterday to run the rest (hopefully) of my non-dental errands, mom invited Charlie and me over for lunch. I was reminded of all the times my mother used to tell me that we come from “peasant stock” and how that’s part of the reason our family has traditionally given birth to large babies (mine were 10.1 and 10 pounds respectively).  Personally I think this is, to some extent, ridiculous to think about but not necessarily out of the question. In any case, she is an expert at making due and therefore I’m paying homage to her hot dog bun garlic bread. Thanks for lunch, mom, and for a second tip of the day.

Po’ Folks Tip #3: When you haven’t got the cash to buy the foods you love ready made (we pay extra for convenience every day) then get creative! Can’t afford a loaf of french bread, or don’t want to use up gas going to the store for it? Butter up them 99 cent hot dog buns and bake ‘em for 5 minutes at *375. Got no more boxed side dishes you can microwave?  Boil some of that rock-hard pasta in the cupboard and heat up a white sauce with cheese and/or garlic. My personal favorite trick is to google all the random dry goods in my cupboard along with the words “recipe” and “easy” and see what comes up. It’s been a life saver a few times, and we’ve found a few favorites!

I also managed to go for a bike ride this past week, and played around with my PowerShot SD 790 IS. Using the Whitman Street bridge as both the foreground and my tripod -I snapped a few pictures of the traffic and the Jefferson Street bridge behind it. My equiptment is not quite on par with what I’d like to be able to do… mosty it’s the lack of a 250mm zoom lens that’s getting in my way. Sigh. It’ll come eventually.

I love night rides. They’re always better with friends though. =)

Visitor or no visitor?

Well something really strange happened today… I’ve been  meaning to put up more pictures of the 4th of July activities, but this kinda trumps them. Charlie and I had gone grocery shopping this afternoon, while Sebastian played at a friend’s house. Unfortunately, Charlie had the butt throw-ups while we were at the store, and I had to hurry home and change his diaper. While he’s laying on the changing table and I’ve got a hot mess in one hand and his ankles in the other, I hear a sound.july090066

See, the nursery is pretty small and the crib is right behind me while I’m at the changing table. The shelves have been on the wall there since we moved in, and it’s always been a great place to keep Charlie’s stuffed animals and books. The stuffed reindeer there has a button on his left foot that turns him on. He sins “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” and his nose lights up and flashes red.

This is the sound I hear in the almost silent room as I’m changing Charlie’s diaper. Oddly enough, I wasn’t really scared when I heard it… just sort of hesitant. I guess you could say I was leaning toward curious as well. I felt a little crazy, but I asked out loud “if someone present did that, can you do it again? Can you make the reindeer come back on?” and nothing happened.

I laughed it off, finished changing Charlie and snapped a few pictures. No creepy ghost faces or anything… so I put him down for a nap. Just because I’m a believer, though, I started to lift the reindeer off the shelf and take it with me. Charlie cried out, and just as he did so -it went off again in my hand. I was holding it by the body -not touching the button or the leg at all. He insisted that I put it back on the shelf, and so I did. I haven’t heard it going off since then and he’s been asleep for about an hour.

…I’ve always sort of wondered if my dad’s spirit ever visits the nursery. I suppose I could say that I have felt as if I’m being watched in there occasionally -not in a creepy way, but more in a wistful kind of isolated way. Like he just wants a peek at his namesake and grandchild. Bastian and I certainly wouldn’t mind a visit from dad, as long as he wasn’t menacing or morbid or anything. Then again, I’m willing to chalk that up to wishful thinking. I miss my dad alot.

So anyway, here are a few more shots of the 4th and the fireworks settings on my Canon Digital Elph, PowerShot SD790 IS. I absolutely love this little camera. Despite being the size of a deck of playing cards (or maybe slimmer) it takes the best photos I’ve seen out of any other point-and-click. Besides all that, the flash is powerful enough to light up a pitch black room and make it look like the photo was taken outside at noon. There is also an aquarium setting and underwater, although the waterproof case is a little too rich for my blood.

Things That Sting

july090012 Well, July has been fun so far… Charlie got his first three bee stings, all at once. The kids were playing in the driveway near the back of the house, and when I went in to grab my camera he got into it with a few bees. We’ve got a wasp nest under the deck, so I’m thinking they were most likely the culprits. Poor baby was upset, but considering how bad they look he really didn’t cry for long.

Fourth of July was pretty last minute for us. I had to work Friday and Saturday, but afterwards I came home and sat with the kids in the living room while we waited for the rain to stop. We missed my family’s bbq and skipped the downtown fireworks to go out to a friend’s house. Fortunately, they were able to make a quick run to the border (the Wisconsin border, that is) and get some bottle rockets and mortars to blow up. The fun got a little scary at times, but the yard was big enough that the kids were either on the deck or in the house during the scary parts.

These sparks are a few feet from the camera!

These sparks are a few feet from the camera!

Here’s a shot of the one misfire we had -of course Mike got to light this one. It sparked for a bit but never moved upward into the sky. Thank Goddess everyone dove away from it a split second before it exploded. I snapped the picture just as I heard bits of cardboard bouncing off the plastic slats. These sparks are a few feet from the camera! I could have been seriously hurt.

I stood up to find my husband (all six feet four inches of him) rolling around in the grass laughing hysterically. At first I couldn’t tell if he was hurt or not, but everyone was fine. At least I got a chance to play around with the fireworks setting on my digital camera. The kids (young and old) got to have some fun with sparklers, too. I used the lawnchair that saved my life (or at least my skin) as a tripod, since I didn’t have time to pack mine along. I’ll post some video of the fire-inspired antics on my photobucket later on.

So I rode my bike to the bar again on Tuesday, and last night I slept like the dead. My legs were sore all day long, but it was a good kind of pain… the pain that comes along with physical accomplishment. I rode several miles between Monday and Tuesday -finally starting up that regular exercise I keep talking about needing. I was going to bust out the Wii Fit this morning, but again I sacrificed my morning workout so the kids could watch cartoons. I have such a generous nature. *ahem*

Somewhere between  cross-stitching for a while, making pigs in a blanket for breakfast, and attempting yet again unsuccessfully to find the mounting bracket for my bike basket -I made some etch-a-sketch art. nostandingETCHCharlie has taken to standing on the damn thing, which I know can’t be good for it, and so in order to prevent him I created a magical talisman that my illiterate 2 year old must somehow understand. Anyhow, I was never much good at 2 dimensional graphic art (Translation: I can’t draw) and so this makes me proud.

Sometime before sleepies tonight I need to get a workout, and it has to be at home since I am insisting that my husband go somewhere and enjoy himself this evening. He’s been at home working on his company and worrying about money for weeks. Perhaps the Wii Fit workout is still in my future…

Livin’ on the Edge

I got off work last night feeling fairly energetic, if not sore in the legs. Lately I’ve been feeling very stiff and sore, and blaming it on old age or perhaps untreated injury. Perhaps it’s denial, because I should know that muscles get full of toxins when they aren’t being worked out on a semi-regular basis. Despite the fact that I stand for my entire shift at work, I’m not really moving around enough for it to constitute exercise. Last night some friends came by and I joined them on a ride that was invigorating to say the least. I forgot my camera, so I had to use the cell (with no flash).

Downtown Rockford, IL

Downtown Rockford, IL

Here’s a shot of the outside of our Rockford Area Convention and Visitors Bureau. Best I can do with limited equipment. Next time will be much better quality.

I’ve finally bitten the Twitter bullet, and I must say… it’s growing more addictive by the hour. Once I found out that I can update via text message and it isn’t going to charge me for data usage, I began tweeting my little heart out.

Of course, as with the other mega social networking sites out there, I discovered that half the people I know are easily found and the other half are probably just less active. So, I am now following like 40 people with 32 followers of my own. I love that contacts are called “followers” on Twitter. I have a following, finally.

Aside from posting there are direct messages and other little nuances I didn’t quite understand at first, but I found this blogger House of Prince has written an excellent FAQ for tweeting… twittering? Twitter. Anyhoo, check it out if you’re not feeling confident in your tweets. Snoop Dogg even has a profile -Fo’ Twizzle my nizzle. LOL!

The Burbs

So we have these neighbors I call the Klopeks. If you haven’t seen the movie The Burbs, navigate to a site or pop in the DVD right now, because you’re robbing yourself of a true American comedy.

They’re strange, they won’t wave back or smile at me, and they all have really bad posture. A month or so ago, the city sent out a guy to warn us that the neighbors had complained about us moving our pop-up camper to the back corner of our yard. The city requires it to be on a hard surface, not grass. Apparently the fact that they’re renters and have a rickety-ass wooden trailer with a tarp over it sitting on THEIR grass was not an issue for the Klopeks when they called to complain. The only neighbor the matriarch of the Klopek house will speak to is across the street from both of us, and she came over just to tell me it was them who complained.

So this morning around 10:30 I went out and moved the damn thing back onto the driveway. It took a lot of sweating, cursing, and eventually driving the van onto the grass so I could pull the damn thing -but I did it. Now I’m too tired to mow the lawn. On a good note, however, Tuesday’s heat didn’t get the best of us because we have a slip n slide!

BashSlide

Not name brand or anything, but here’s Bastian FINALLY sliding on his tummy, after being coaxed for nearly an hour. Still, the damn neighbor kid couldn’t even stay out of his way for the actual event. I have to invest in more fencing.

The Karoake Did Me In

Man, the kamikaze last night at Kryptonite was TOUGH!

...in the dope show...

...in the dope show...

For those who aren’t hip, Kamakaze Karaoke is when you submit your name for the contest, the K.J. (karaoke jockey) picks songs at random (or not) for each person to sing and then you jump on stage when your name is called, having no idea what you’re going to sing until the title pops up and you start. It’s pretty awesome to watch, and even awesomer to participate in if you’re good at fakin’ it til you make it. That’s right, I said awesomer.

Anyway, so Burns does this high-energy rendition of the A.A.F. cover of smooth criminal and brings down the house. Later he did some Manson, and boy does he get into character for it!

So anyway, of course I’m up after him. There I stood, wondering how anyone could possibly top the effort he put into his performance when my song pops up…

…OMG. I couldn’t breathe, my face was red… but dammit, I did alright. Folks were pretty surprised to see me keepin’ up with eminem (almost) and knowing all the words. Hey, I have an extensive background in gangsta rap. I still didn’t win, but that’s alright. It was a good night anyway. Now back to the laundry.

Spring and Things

So I’ve been slacking again on the 365 photos. Here’s day… 6?

The spring cleaning has commenced, but unfortunately the mess has to shift rooms a few times before it thins out enough to dissapear. This was our dining room a few days ago. I’ll post another of what it looks like now.

Yeah, that’s what I said. And then Sunday night I made a Turkey ham for dinner, and Sebastian had seconds and THIRDS!

Finally, Charlie has discovered lately that he loves to eat with the grownups. He absolutely will not stand for people eating in front of him, in fact. Today we shared a piece of Pumpkin Spice Bread I made yesterday. He likes it. =)

I hope that I can start really increasing my writing output in the next few months. I’ve always wanted to write, and there are so many ways to earn a living if you’re a good writer -it’s just ridiculous for me not to try.

Delayed Post: Day 4

Okay, I was going to go on about my bedroom cleaning adventure but something fantastic is happening!

It’s mid-march (almost my birthday) and the snow is actually melting! The temperature right now (according to weather.com) is 45 degrees! It’s supposed to get into the 50′s today. I’m so excited. I even went out on the deck and took a picture of it’s exposed boards… BAREFOOT!

March 12th 2008

Here you can see my broken toenail and freakishly shaped foot is pressed comfortably against the aging wood that is BATHED in warm sunlight. I’m sorry for getting sonorous on you, but I friggin’ LOVE the changing of the seasons -especially when it means I can go outside barefoot (or heaven forbid, in flip-flops) and a t-shirt.

Plus, my birthday’s coming up and it would be fantastic if I could do something nice outside on the big day. I’m pushin’ 30, folks. I’ve got to enjoy nature before my health starts to decline and my gut becomes like a second person I’m carrying around. What am I talking about, I’ve already done that twice.

You’ll also notice here the issues I mentioned earlier with my digital camera. The snow has bright sunlight shining on it, and therefore it’s purple. Makes total sense, right? If anyone has any idea what’s causing this -or how to fix it- I’d really appreciate any input.

 

Delayed Post: Day 3

So after I got the laundry hauled out, for the most part, I decided that the snake tank would be much better in the basement near out computer area. We’re on the computers every night, and she’ll get more attention down there when friends come over (for our geeky computer parties). Besides all that, our bedroom is tiny and presently the Chi just isn’t flowing very well.

So -I moved the snake tank and stand into the basement next to the laundry room. Here you’ll see not only Eve, our Columbian Red-Tailed Boa Constrictor, but also the three baskets of laundry absent from the picture in my last post.

March 11th 2008

Next the furniture moving will commence!