Nine Months

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Going through my drafts folder and found this. No words, just a few pictures of Margaret at 9 months. For posterity's sake, I suppose.

Oh, and a little bit of blog stuff: thinking about changing the name of this blog (not sure yet), but the address will remain the same if that happens. The Facebook page will also be deleted in a few weeks- I can't keep up with it, so it's not doing anything worthwhile. You are welcome to find me on Bloglovin' to follow my blog, or Instagram to see a bit more "behind the scenes" type things. I've also been having some issues with the faith.macaroni blog address lately (sending and receiving- so sorry if you've had trouble or something got lost in the internet), so you will see an alternate email up if you need to get in touch with me.

Shave Time, Shave Money

Friday, September 26, 2014

Updated: Dollar Shave Club wanted to know ways that my family saves time and money. I'm thrilled to be working with this brand, but I hereby solemnly swear to you that I will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Amen. :) I'll lay it all out there. On occasion I've gotten a few emails from brands that ask me to promote their business. Until this point, I have declined, but when I heard from DSC, I ran into the room to tell Thomas because we've been using them for almost a year! It was a little thrilling. Post contains a link to DSC that will give us a credit if you order through us. All credits go to keeping Thomas' face up to Navy standards.

Thanks for supporting Faith and Macaroni!

We are always and forever thinking of ways to save a little bit (or a lot) of money around here. The Navy takes good care of us in many ways (thanks for the free medical care for our family!!), but leave us flush with cash? Nope, sorry. Not in these parts.

But you don't want to sacrifice quality if you don't have to, right? How do we get the stuff we need for a price we can afford?

Take advantage of freebies.
There are so many things in this category.
-The library is an obvious one: more than just books to borrow, but tons of local resources. I've got half a dozen Northwest gardening books on my shelf right now in an attempt to figure out how to tame my backyard. I get books for Margaret, I check out parenting books, movies, and we go to toddler story hour.
-Store loyalty cards. We get most of our groceries at Safeway. It took an extra 10 minutes on my first trip to the store, but now I get access to all of the store sales.
-Local festivals and events spring to mind. We are so lucky to live close to Seattle, but our little county has tons of free events that happen. If we're really bored (and maybe a little hungry), we hit up one of the many farmers markets around to get some fresh air and maybe a sample or a few.

Take advantage of discounts
-I found out that my grocery store marks down foods in their meat department that are 2 days from expiration. I obviously won't be buying a week's worth of meat here, but I check to see if I can grab something and work it into dinner last night. Hellooooo 75% off grass fed organic steaks. I will take you home. (And my mom brought up the point that you can freeze this meat too!)
-If you're military, be bold and ask everywhere you go. Usually we get a "Nope, sorry, I wish we did offer a military discount!" but every now and then, we get a "Yeah! 10%!"
-Sign up for store emails. Do not sign up for store emails if you are easily tempted, but if you can stay strong, a sale will come up just as you desperately need to replace your winter coat.

Online Shopping
Online shopping is my jam. Given that it can take over an hour for us to get out of the house, our errands can be limited. If you can send it to my house (preferably with free shipping), I am loyal as a dog.
-Amazon Prime. Ahh. True love. $99 for a year. Sounds like a lot but free unlimited music, free instant video, the ability to subscribe to my favorite products and have them shipped to my house for a 20% discount (Amazon Mom program, 15% if you don't join Amazon Mom), and the best of the best, free two day shipping. Glorious.
-Dollar Shave Club!!!! Does anyone in your house shave ever? Great, then you're a prime candidate for Dollar Shave Club, where you can, just as the name states, shave for as little as a dollar a month. I'm pretty sure in the Navy handbook there's a picture of a drill sergeant yelling "NO STUBBLE EVER, SHIPMATE!!" Picture my trashcan littered with used up blades. So you know when you go down the shaving aisle and there are blades upwards of $25 for four? Yeah. That's what Thomas used. I totally get it. That much shaving can irritate your face, so you need the best of the best. But dang. Lotta money. So when I saw this snappy YouTube video someone posted on Facebook:

(caution: bleeped out word NSFW)

It made me laugh real hard (and still does), but it also made me go check it out. And somehow convinced Thomas that he needed to jump on that bandwagon. The first one he tried was the 4 blade razor. But it wasn't quite right. Easy enough switch! So now, for the fanciest razor they offer, we pay $9 a month. NINE DOLLARS.
But nine dollars, you say? It's not the nine dollar shave club, you say. True. Lowdown:
    $2/month for a 2 blade razor. Five cartridges a month.
    $6/month for a 4 blade razor. 4 cartridges a month.
    $9/month for The Executive. 6 blades, 4 cartridges a month. It makes for a kissable face.
And now my clean-shaven, frequently-kissed husband goes around telling all of his friends about the glories of Dollar Shave Club. And now I shall too. As soon as I get done with the box I picked up on our cross-country move, I'm DSC-ing it all the way too.

How are you shaving time and/or money? What did I forget?

When to speak up

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

I had a big moment of awkwardness today. Of course it was in a crowded room. Crowded with people I barely knew. Fun times.

I've been going to a local Lutheran church here. I love it. The pastors are super nice, the congregation is lovely and welcoming, and there are tons of activities geared towards young families. This week was my second week going to a mom's group at the church. Margaret gets to hang in the nursery with other kids and I get to talk to grown ups. It's everything I ever dreamed of.

We are currently discussing Glennon Doyle Melton's book Carry On Warrior. (It's fantastic! This is my second time reading it.) You may also know her from her blog Momastery. Our pastor leading the discussion briefly left the room and the conversation somehow devolved into the possibility that Glennon was somehow Bipolar (I don't think she is) and was possibly using her platform to feed her Bipolar Disorder. I'm not sure exactly what that meant (Bipolar people have sociopathic traits? We're narcissists?), but it was rapidly going downhill.

I started to get very tense. My temperature rose and I started to get a little twitchy. My options were to stay quiet, leave the room, or speak up. And I did. I spoke just loud enough to be heard- "I just think that I should throw out there that I'm Bipolar." Perhaps not my most eloquent sentence, but it was heard, as the room went totally silent and all eyes were on me. "Just wanted to throw that out there." Then I attempted to rein in the conversation.

It wasn't my place to lecture anyone. I didn't want to make anyone else feel uncomfortable. They had done nothing wrong. I just wanted to stop feeling awkward. I was afraid that if I didn't say something at that moment, someone else might say something (perhaps completely unintentionally) that might make me feel permanently uncomfortable and unwelcome in that group. I think we've all had those moments and said things in the heat of the moment, and especially when in a group mentality, that we regret. I didn't want to be the unwelcome recipient of those kinds of statements.

In the end, I'm glad I said something, but I also feel like I had to tell something deeply personal that wasn't on my terms. I'm a little frustrated that I felt I had to say something before I was ready to share that. I've been working on not being so hesitant to share this part of me. I'm no longer ashamed of it, but I do feel like I'm contributing to the stigma and "hush-hush" nature of mental illness when I am afraid to talk about it. I firmly believe there's a time and a place for everything, but I also know that speaking out releases some of that shame that surrounds it. The less shame, the less power the stigma has, the less of a grip it holds over our lives.

Real fast x 4

Monday, September 8, 2014

I don't know why the idea of a well thought out blog post seems monumentally overwhelming, but it does. So let's be quick about some things and maybe I'll start blogging more than once a month. Ha.

1. Gardening.
I'm not a gardener. I like to grow things, and I've kept an herb garden for the past few years (minus this year with the move), but I do not itch to get outside in every spare moment I have. Unfortunately, or perhaps not, I bought a house with an acre of overgrown, unkempt land.

This was the view from our front porch. The ivy has been pruned back (it's covering a ugly cinderblock retaining wall), the tree in the center has been pruned, and the large leafy plant that appears to be growing out of the ivy has been pruned back to make it easier to remove completely. The large green tree to the right is still there- it's about as tall as the house and there are many of them! Not sure what to do with that yet.

We clearly have the ability to grow grass... but we also have a nice rocky, 
desert landscape going in that one corner. Nice, huh?

 This would be a lovely close-up of the world's saddest and ugliest pathetic excuse for a fence. I'm not sure what's holding it up (though it's not really that upright at all). The only thing keeping us from tearing this out (yes, Moby can escape from it) is the fact that we saw someone walking *just* behind our fence line the other day. Our fence line sits well within our property line. It was pretty creepy (it's all green space behind us), so despite it's pathetic existence, it gets to hang out just a bit longer until we figure out a plan. And so I can delude myself into a notion of safety.

We've got some amazing trees. We've also seen some awesome backyards in the surrounding area. We have the biggest lot in the neighborhood and have the perk of sitting in the back of a cul-de-sac. I really love what our property could become. Thomas and I always joke that we're going to fall in love with this house and then have to turn right around and sell it.

For now, it's just sort of terrifying-looking.

2. Nap fighting. What is it with tired kids fighting naps? Margaret took three naps a day for the longest time, and we've since moved to two. It means more flexibility in our schedule and I love it. Except for the 20-40 minute period before almost every nap (no exaggeration, I get maybe one to two naps a week where she goes right to sleep). I should be grateful that she sleeps through the night, and doesn't fight going down at night, and I am! But this period of incessant talking, yelling, and uber creepy wall scratching (that last one is the stuff of nightmares) is exhausting too.


 cute though...

3. Making friends is hard. I'm set up for failure given my current daily social interaction is a one year-old who says three words and puts most of her possessions in her mouth. It leaves me nervous and feeling like everything out of my mouth sounds weird. The introverted thing isn't helping either. Forced social gatherings aren't my jam either. 5 weeks and counting.

4. So it was upwards of 90 degrees not long ago, and we have no air conditioning. So we bought a ceiling fan. It was 54 degrees last night and it's 64 now. Pacific Northwest, I cannot predict you!!

Off to go check on the nap boycotter.