This is a follow-up to the post "Counting our Chicks." If you haven't already read it, go back and read it because this will make much more sense.
The checks came today. One was for $.98. The other was for $1.06. Yep. I find this absolutely laugh out loud funny. It's too sad not to be.
On another note, to follow up on last night's post, I took the stuff back to Time Warner today. According to the girl who checked it in, I should have a credit on my account and not a $500-something bill. :-)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
The Good:
We like to participate in a program called Angel Food Ministries every month or so. It's a great way to supplement our grocery bills and it keeps us with a better variety of meat than we would get if I just bought it from the store. The basic box is just over $30 and says it contains enough for meals for a family of 4 for a week. This time we bought the "bit of blessing" box, too. My freezer is stuffed with food right now. So exciting to open the door and find it full instead of just semi-sort-of-full. And I love that I have more options for dinner. This is the good of the weekend.
The Bad:
I looked at Jeremy on Friday night and said, "It's the 24th!" We were supposed to have turned in our Time Warner Cable cable box and modem and cords and remote by that day. We just switched to AT&T Uverse because I decided we could save just a bit of money that way and we got a gift card and it looked like it had a better channel line-up despite their lack of MLB network (Jeremy is bummed about that). And then I forgot to turn in the TWC stuff. I'm running it tomorrow and hoping they knock off most of the $500-something bill they sent the other day for not having returned their stuff. Grr.
The Ugly:
I am borrowing the quilt frame I bought my mom off craigslist a couple of years ago. I knew she was finishing up a quilt she had been working on as long as I could remember and I thought it would help if she could put it in a frame to quilt it. She's used it several times since. Well, I am blessed and cursed with creativity and decided to make a quilt for my siblings when they got married. My sister got married a year and a half-ish ago and I am finally finishing her quilt (I've had it mostly pieced forever), so I asked Mom if I could borrow the quilt frame to quilt it. Jeremy and I struggled and finally got it up over a week ago, with the quilt in it fairly well. Unfortunately, my two cats decided it would make a perfect cat hammock. Needless to say, it's not made to hold a quilt and a cat. One of the pieces of the frame has cracked and doesn't hold the bar with the quilt on it up anymore. Not sure what I'm going to do. I had only gotten two halves of two squares quilted and have a lot more to go . . . plus, it was my mom's frame and not mine! Grr to my cats.
We like to participate in a program called Angel Food Ministries every month or so. It's a great way to supplement our grocery bills and it keeps us with a better variety of meat than we would get if I just bought it from the store. The basic box is just over $30 and says it contains enough for meals for a family of 4 for a week. This time we bought the "bit of blessing" box, too. My freezer is stuffed with food right now. So exciting to open the door and find it full instead of just semi-sort-of-full. And I love that I have more options for dinner. This is the good of the weekend.
The Bad:
I looked at Jeremy on Friday night and said, "It's the 24th!" We were supposed to have turned in our Time Warner Cable cable box and modem and cords and remote by that day. We just switched to AT&T Uverse because I decided we could save just a bit of money that way and we got a gift card and it looked like it had a better channel line-up despite their lack of MLB network (Jeremy is bummed about that). And then I forgot to turn in the TWC stuff. I'm running it tomorrow and hoping they knock off most of the $500-something bill they sent the other day for not having returned their stuff. Grr.
The Ugly:
I am borrowing the quilt frame I bought my mom off craigslist a couple of years ago. I knew she was finishing up a quilt she had been working on as long as I could remember and I thought it would help if she could put it in a frame to quilt it. She's used it several times since. Well, I am blessed and cursed with creativity and decided to make a quilt for my siblings when they got married. My sister got married a year and a half-ish ago and I am finally finishing her quilt (I've had it mostly pieced forever), so I asked Mom if I could borrow the quilt frame to quilt it. Jeremy and I struggled and finally got it up over a week ago, with the quilt in it fairly well. Unfortunately, my two cats decided it would make a perfect cat hammock. Needless to say, it's not made to hold a quilt and a cat. One of the pieces of the frame has cracked and doesn't hold the bar with the quilt on it up anymore. Not sure what I'm going to do. I had only gotten two halves of two squares quilted and have a lot more to go . . . plus, it was my mom's frame and not mine! Grr to my cats.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Rethinking
I've been meaning to post this for a while now. My mom graciously got me a subscription to Christian Woman Magazine when I asked for it last year. I really did think I'd read it more than I have, but I do usually skim through it and read several articles. The most recent one had a very interesting article on birth control. Evidently, this girl had to go in and have an ultrasound while using birth control because it was making her develop a tumor. While in there, the ultrasound tech noticed she was ovulating (I still can't figure out how they can tell what all those blobs are, but I'm glad they can). Anyway, she was surprised to hear this since she was on the pill and not supposed to be ovulating . . . so she started doing some research on birth control. Come to find out, birth control works three ways. I knew about the first two but not the third. Evidently, it tricks your body into not ovulating, changes the texture of your mucus so the sperm can't reach the eggs just in case you do ovulate . . . AND it makes the lining of your uterus where a fertilized egg can't implant. Wait, what? I'm okay with the first two, but the third one threw me for a loop. I mean, isn't that saying that it aborts a baby? That's basically the point she was making in her article. Totally something to rethink. I have a feeling after I go through the rest of this month of birth control, I won't be on it again for a while as it sort of defeats the purpose of trying to get pregnant and I'm only on it to kick-start my system again anyway (which worked, by the way -- yay and boo at the same time). But if I ever do decide to go back on the pill in the future, I'm definitely going to have some long talks with my OBGYN to see what she thinks about this new knowledge I have. I'm not sure I like it. Definitely rethinking my being okay with the pill.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Labyrinth
It's been forever since I've seen the movie Labyrinth, but this week has me thinking about the scene where she's walking through it and decides to mark the way she went by using lipstick and drawing arrows on the tiles. However, little does she know that little goblins (or whatever they are) are coming behind her and turning her tiles around so that the arrows are no longer showing or pointed a different direction. So, she ends up getting more and more lost with no way of finding her way back. That's what my life feels like right now.
Every time it feels like we're heading in the right direction, we turn a corner and there is a tile we've marked but pointing back the way we came or straight up a mountain or down a cliff or into a volcano or I'm being overly dramatic now but you get the idea.
It's not even that anything much has changed really, but it just feels crazier this week. Maybe it's the hormones (it IS nice to have something else to blame things on) or just life in general. I don't know. I just feel like crying.
I know I said I was going to try and make my blog more cheerful instead of so down and dreary all the time, but I also want it to be honest. And my life and my faith are not perfect, much as I would like them to be. After all, if they were perfect, I wouldn't need anything bad in my life to help me grow. So, here is the honest real way I'm feeling. And if you want a good happy thing to end it on, I do have one.
I was standing in after-school care this afternoon listening to some of the girls play-acting in the home center (play cash register, play food, dress-up clothes). One said to the other, "I'm divorced and you're . . ." I didn't really hear the rest. It was that one line that caught me off-guard, though. When I was a second grader, I would never have play-acted that. Know why? My parents were happily married (and still are) to each other. And my kids, whenever we have them, will never have to look at someone and say, "my parents are divorced." Because it's not an option in my life. And even though it's really sad that it was something in this child's life this afternoon, I'm glad it's not going to be an issue in my kids' life someday. That's something I can count on.
Every time it feels like we're heading in the right direction, we turn a corner and there is a tile we've marked but pointing back the way we came or straight up a mountain or down a cliff or into a volcano or I'm being overly dramatic now but you get the idea.
It's not even that anything much has changed really, but it just feels crazier this week. Maybe it's the hormones (it IS nice to have something else to blame things on) or just life in general. I don't know. I just feel like crying.
I know I said I was going to try and make my blog more cheerful instead of so down and dreary all the time, but I also want it to be honest. And my life and my faith are not perfect, much as I would like them to be. After all, if they were perfect, I wouldn't need anything bad in my life to help me grow. So, here is the honest real way I'm feeling. And if you want a good happy thing to end it on, I do have one.
I was standing in after-school care this afternoon listening to some of the girls play-acting in the home center (play cash register, play food, dress-up clothes). One said to the other, "I'm divorced and you're . . ." I didn't really hear the rest. It was that one line that caught me off-guard, though. When I was a second grader, I would never have play-acted that. Know why? My parents were happily married (and still are) to each other. And my kids, whenever we have them, will never have to look at someone and say, "my parents are divorced." Because it's not an option in my life. And even though it's really sad that it was something in this child's life this afternoon, I'm glad it's not going to be an issue in my kids' life someday. That's something I can count on.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Going Down Again
So, lately, my roller coaster feels like it's been going down again. I had forgotten what I was like on birth control. Sort of like I don't have complete control over myself at all. It affects my emotions. It affects my memory. It affects my body, obviously. I guess in some ways it makes sense as the way birth control works is to trick your body into thinking it is already pregnant so it doesn't release an egg. So, obviously, that's going to make my body act like it's pregnant, sort of. I guess. Maybe. I don't know. I just know I hate feeling out of control.
Meanwhile, I had my birthday two weeks ago. Yay. I threw myself a tea party. I couldn't think of anything I would like better . . . and I was right.
I'm still holding onto my faith, but God and I have had several teary conversations lately. I've been trying to hold onto the belief that my sweet husband will find a teaching job, but as we're getting several weeks into school, it's not looking as good, and it's hard to hold onto that hope. I don't want him to know I'm waivering in my faith. I'm trying to keep up a good front for him. It just really felt like everything was falling into place and now, I'm just not so sure. It's like part of me desperately wants for him to get a better job so he can be happy and make more money. The other part of me mostly wants it so we can go ahead and start fertility treatments. I'm trying so hard to not focus on any of this. After all, I'm trying to do four different jobs -- my after-school care job, my preschool job, my home sales job, and my sewing and jewelry-making. *sigh* I think I need a few more hours in my days. But I'd probably just spend them worrying instead of using them for anything useful.
Meanwhile, I had my birthday two weeks ago. Yay. I threw myself a tea party. I couldn't think of anything I would like better . . . and I was right.
I'm still holding onto my faith, but God and I have had several teary conversations lately. I've been trying to hold onto the belief that my sweet husband will find a teaching job, but as we're getting several weeks into school, it's not looking as good, and it's hard to hold onto that hope. I don't want him to know I'm waivering in my faith. I'm trying to keep up a good front for him. It just really felt like everything was falling into place and now, I'm just not so sure. It's like part of me desperately wants for him to get a better job so he can be happy and make more money. The other part of me mostly wants it so we can go ahead and start fertility treatments. I'm trying so hard to not focus on any of this. After all, I'm trying to do four different jobs -- my after-school care job, my preschool job, my home sales job, and my sewing and jewelry-making. *sigh* I think I need a few more hours in my days. But I'd probably just spend them worrying instead of using them for anything useful.
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