People like me…

One day, last week, we had stopped in to Boston Market for a quick sandwich, before an appointment. Gen had snagged us a table, Chw was finishing his order and I was the one there holding the Visa, and waiting to pay. I looked down and before me were four individually wrapped chocolate chip cookies and a band around four of them that said “4 for 3.99!”

Wow, that’s a pretty great deal, and a cookie might be nice after lunch.

Here’s a few interesting things about cookies. I’m pretty Meh about them, in general. My husband LOVES cookies. He loves homemade cookies, prepackaged cookies. He’s a human cookie monster. His idea of the ideal evening is sitting down, before bed, with a small plate of cookies and a large glass of milk. Were cookies to be kept in the house at all times, he would do this EVERY evening. Me, on the other hand, I don’t really eat most cookies.

I say most because I do love Thin Mints and Samoas. I also really, really love a good peanut butter cookie. It ends there though, he can have every other cookie- which he will gladly take.

Now that you know this truth about me, it is maybe a little surprising that I bought four cookies for $4, right? They were NOT peanut butter. I knew the second I saw them, they’d be cookies baked from dough rolls, which honestly I think are the WORST. Not to mention, I could have bought individually wrapped cookies for $1 a piece, over 4 for $4. BUT they caught me, hook line and sinker.

It is people like me that keep gimmicky sales ploys around…

1.} Cookies at checkout. It’s true. Along with the above scenario- I do it at Subway too. And a local bakery. And Great Harvest. (though them it’s lemon bars and naughty bars too…) You could stick the world’s crappiest cookie, that I will probably NOT eat, in front of a check stand and I’ll likely be the one to buy it.

2.} Pottery Barn Style. I kid you not. I NEVER go to the dollar store, (and I don’t say that in a snobby way at all. Despite my recent cookie-fession, it may surprise to learn that I don’t spent money on junk and honestly dollar stores real of junk to me. Even if there are hidden gems, my mind can’t get past the junk.) so, while I never go to the dollar store, if one were to put out a flyer discussing their Pottery Barn Style home decor, I’d be in line before they opened. Craig’s list suckers me in- EVERY TIME- with that crap. and then, of course, the ad is beyond misleading because it’s more untrafficed back of the thrift store styled junk. That being said, do I wise up? No. Why? Because, what if… Boo.

3.} Well designed movie trailers with great music and brilliant editing suck me in EVERYTIME. {This was the worst one. Looked so redeeming but was the WORST movie I have ever seen. This being the second.} I love movie trailers and every once in a while there will be an amazing one, which I wait impatiently and pay good money to see and it turns out to be, well, beyond bad.

4.} Cooking magazines with great photos of food. EVERY TIME. (exception being Rachel Ray and Food Network magazines. I don’t like those.) An issue of Bon Appetit though, can steal my heart faster than a swoony film trailer… Let’s face it though, the issues are way overpriced and in todays’ age of blogging and pinterest- they are kind of outdated and unnecessary. Not to mention that I cook less than 5% of what’s in there… And yet.

5.} Chewing up at the check stand. It’s pretty brilliant when you consider people like me. Sure, there is almost an entire aisle of chewing gum, in the store, that I never feel the need to peruse down. But you slap of 10 random gums for me to stare at while I wait, and I will probably feel like I need three of them. At least.

6.} 50% off.  To my credit, I often refrain from purchasing- BUT it still sucks me in. Even worse? 75% off. That’s the cut off though, after that I start to wonder Wait, what’s wrong with this? When what I should be asking is, wait- what’s wrong with ME? I don’t need more junk!

7.} You can add *insert premium channel here* for only $10 a month (for the first six months). You’ll get great movies, and after 3 months we will give you a Prepaid Visa Card for $20. The catch is usually you commit to a year of service. After the first six months, the price doubles and you end up paying $180 for a service you only watched a handful of times, because they show the same movies over and over. But wait, there was that $20 gift card. Can we say swindled? Thankfully I’ve wised up a bit, but still…

8.} It will tame your natural curl. My mass curl head and I do not always see eye to eye. I fall for this pretty often. Obviously with little success.

9.} BOGO sales. “but you get one half off…” Yeah, sort of. Not really. Sometimes. Depends on the store.

10.} You can get a magazine subscription for 70% off the checkstand price. Talk about striking multiple weaknesses… These people are GOOD…

When my grandmother was alive, my mom used to rant on and on to me about my grandmother’s “Great Depression” remaining tendencies. She hand washed bread bags to keep stuff in. She shaved multiple moldings off of blocks of cheese. She would receive linens as gifts, and hide them in unused drawers because her threadbare towels were just fine. When she died, countless boxes of expired food were thrown away. Things she never really planned to eat, but kept just in case. New things hidden, with tags. In our grief, it gave us giggles. The volume of items she ordered off of infomercials or catalogs because they were “so neat”, that wound up being overpriced garbage… It was funny.

Over the past few years, my mom has become more like my grandmother. She buys bed linens for “someday” and tucks them in a closet. She buys magic bullets off of tv because they are “buy one get one free”, even though both together cost twice what they do in the store. It’s frustratingly endearing.

It’s terrifying. It’s going to be me. I see it now. I’ll get lured in with some ridiculous ploy and soon enough I’ll be gone and my kids will be rolling their eyes and the gadgets hidden, unused, under my bed.

Can you imagine all of the cookies? So, because I won’t be there to say it then- allow me to say it now… “You’re welcome, kids. I love you. Don’t throw that out, use it. You’ll love it! And don’t toss those cookies! They last forever…”

disLIKE…

Facebook-hoaxFacebook has the potential to be this really cool thing. In a life that’s so busy with rushing, working, juggling and stressing- it allows us the opportunity to maintain long distance friend and familyships without really sucking a lot of effort out of us. Ironically, for many, Facebook is also a huge time suck, but whatever… 

Facebook is also great when it comes to building your business. I learned this well, a few years ago, when my husband and I started a small photography adventure. 

Facebook is a powerful, powerful thing. 

Power isn’t always awesome. 

I’ve heard of marriages breaking up over reconnections. I’ve seen the same stupid sort of bullying happen online, and I’ve seen people get truly hurt. 

In fact, I got hurt. While I will be the FIRST to admit that I am not a perfect person- this scenario was one where I really did nothing but believe in the goodness of people. 

A couple of years ago my high school best friend resurfaced and friend requested me on facebook. This request came complete with a long message about his* life now, a huge apology and other random little updates. It had been a really long time since we had seen each other. (like 17 or 18 years.) {*because of the history of our marriage and my husband’s affair early on, Chw and I very guarded about this sort of thing. Before I accepted the request, he had read the message and was very much a part of the conversation between us from the beginning. Chw is also an amazing husband and he knew how much the lost of this friendship had hurt me early on so he was beyond excited for us be in touch.} 

Messages continued for a couple of weeks. Surface stuff about our families, careers, etc. Then, suddenly he was going out of town for work. He sent me his number and asked me to text or call him that weekend. Again, Chw and I talked about it and decided that a text was best. So I texted him. The next day his girlfriend (of almost the entire time I hadn’t seen him, but I didn’t know her personally) facebook messages me the most heinously vile attack I’ve ever read. It was akin to a Jerry Springer episode in an email. Thinking she misunderstood (While Chw was just really angry and protective of me) I tried to explain to her that I was happily married and that my husband was right there, involved, and nothing sordid was going on. Of course, she didn’t believe me. It was too much, I felt horrible for having put her in that position so I sent him a quick note explaining that I knew what being betrayed in a relationship felt like- and that I felt awful to have her feeling that way because of me. It literally made me sick. I unfriended him and moved on. 

Months later, while our family was on vacation, he recontacted me. Once again he had an apology, this time for her. He explained he had been unfaithful many times and she was defensive, BUT that things would be better this time. I was skeptical, but Chw was beyond skeptical. Sure enough, a few days later, her emails came again. I was called a whore and a husband stealer. It was ridiculous drama that, high school best friend or not, my time was far too valuable to deal with. 

Roughly a year after that, he contacted me again. I was curt, at best. He and my husband worked near each other and Chw suggested maybe they meet for lunch and hang out. He wanted to talk to him about how this garbage was not ok and that we had no room in our lives for this nonsense. We do operate on a ZERO DRAMA policy, and honestly- I love it. Of course, this “friend” never did follow through with that, but his daughter did contact me in the in-between time, blaming me for destroying her family and stealing her dad. I was done. My husband was beyond angry at this point, bless his heart. 

I never blogged about this because it was a waste of time. The entire story is stupid and irrelevant. I had worried for years about this friend because there had been drugs and poor choices involved. I reconnected with him long enough to learn he’d cleaned up and had a lovely family. As far as I was concerned, this was a happy ending. MY marriage and MY family are my top priorities, every time. Whatever was said or went on between he and his family- that was their business. It’s been almost a year, and I honestly very seldom even think about any of it… That is, until I hear from a “friend” that they were told a very different story about what happened. Then, another mutual friend relates a tale to me about how I am a whore and husband stealer. Baffled and in tears, I show the text to my husband. 

The moral of the story is, sometimes we can guard ourselves, protect ourselves by doing things the right way- and still get hurt, with our reputation decimated in the process. I guess. the moral of this story, kids, is that at least I prioritized what was important and my husband and family are great. We did talk to our kids about what had happened (er, was happening, since it’s all of a sudden a gossip mill of cruel fabrications out there…) and hopefully it will be some sort of a social media lesson- though I don’t know of what.

 

what the world needs now…

there will always be tough topics that people aren’t comfortable talking about. hey, it’s a tough world, so it’s bound to happen. There are religious ones, political ones and moral conversations that always turn debate. Lately, unless you are only facebook friends with people like minded, you have probably seen endless video and news “discussions” about things such as abortion, our president, gun control, homosexuality, etc… Tension rousing debates are everywhere. Sometimes they are timely and relevant, and other times they are distractions from where our focus needs to be… Which brings me to the point of this post-

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I’m not trying to preach at you by throwing a Bible verse in your face. I’m just saying, regardless of where you are- how can you argue with the relevance of this? THIS is what we are told to do. To simply love others, as ourselves, and CARRY EACH OTHER’S Burdens

Last night Chw and I stumbled upon this blog post. Now, before I go much farther I have to point out a few things:

– i LOVE Russel. Yes, i also love Jesus. There you go, according to Westboro- I’m going to hell. {Good thing I don’t belong to Westboro.}

– i do appreciate that he did show them respect. He didn’t really attack them and he was sweet to them. The WBC tends to fuel a lot of angry reactions in people so i did feel the whole thing was pretty great and it humbled me a bit.

– The guy on the right was WAYYYYYY nicer than I expected anyone from their club to be. The guy on the left however, reminded me of that Jerry Springer bouncer who went on to have his own talk show of an equally irritating nature.

ok… Moving on. The whole thing is pretty interesting. She raises a great point about how it seems Christians feel that the Bible and it’s message are moldable to suit political correctness and current issues. I have heard it spoken and preached that “times are different now,” or “things have changed”, which seems ironic since- well, yes things HAVE changed since the Bible was written. The world is a very different place, and has been for a very long time. But that’s not my point…

What I am getting at is, Westboro is wrong. As passionate as they may be, they ARE wrong. They are mean, and they are cruel and they spew hate. It truly, truly saddens me that they (let alone anyone else) believe this is how you love. This mentality justifies everything from spousal abuse to child abuse. Let’s place Westboro in a parental analogy, shall we?

You LOVE your child. She’s a little 2 year old girl. Let’s call her Alice. You LOVE Alice. She’s the light of your life and you LOVE her so much. As she grows up though, and turns 3, 4, 5 years old- she refuses to use a fork at the table, or wipe her bum in the potty. (Or tell the truth, or pick up her toys, or to share, or to be kind to other kids, or to not kick the cat.) And so, as Alice’s “loving” parent, you stop speaking kindly to her. Whenever she gets off that school bus, you shout at her about how God hates her and she is a loser going to to hell. You publicly shame her at school, at the playground and in your yard. There is no love, no nurturing, no kindness. But it’s ok, you tell yourself, because you LOVE her. After all, isn’t it your JOB to show her the error of her ways? 

That way will never work. It could never work. It only causes more pain. On one hand, the sad realization that these now westboro adult children likely grew up in that very scenario is pretty startling. Considering also, that this parenting pattern continues is equally so. But, bottom line- it’s wrong. When you eliminate love (which is an action,) you change everything. This is the real issue at hand. Galatians says to “Carry Each Other’s Burdens.” You can’t do that if you are too busy only seeing your self while spewing judgement and condemning others. It doesn’t matter what side of whichever debate you fall on. Love transcends politics and religion. One thing that has not changed is that the world is a hard, lonely and hurting place. More than ever, people need love and friendship.

My husband had an affair a long, long time ago. He had a friend (whom we are still friends with, to this day) step up, in love, and say “look buddy, this isn’t ok. This is your wife. This is your marriage…” He could have stoned him in the town square, or raked him through the coals, but he didn’t. My husband is a better man because of that friend. His love allowed him to be honest about my husband’s short comings. Just because he didn’t get angry and condemn Chw, does not mean he accepted his choices. He stepped up, in love, and helped him “carry his burden”, and our marriage (as well as their friendship) is for the better.

THAT is the beauty that the Westboro idea misses…

Stepping off my soapbox now. Tune in tomorrow when I post about something super shallow like the design of my office or a recipe. :) Or maybe I’ll finally take a stand for the truly oppressed and overlooked minority: the people with short arms.

Why, hello there Inspiration… {and M & C Monday}

 

Slowly our little family is adapting to life in the midwest. Spring has finally peeked out, and the sunshine lifts my spirit. These are very good things.

My office too, is shaping up. After well over a month of feeling zero creative inspiration to unpack and decorate it, a talk with Chw paved the way for a rush of motivation and now we are well on our way. We’ve painted, arranged some furniture and hung a few things up. Progress… I have a self imposed work deadline that I need to start putting in about 30 hours a week on revisions, by May 13th, so that’s the office deadline too.

When done, I’ll share. :)

I did make my way into a lovely little shop called The Iron Grate, up in Fenton. If I hadn’t already been bitten by the inspiration bug, there would have been enough in this amazing shop to force me right into it. Sadly, I bought nothing, BUT I coveted everything so that counts, right? I WILL go back…

It was the sort of weekend one really wants all weekends to be like. Productive, restful, full of laughter and good talks. Of course, it’s life, so it had some ugly bits too. Ugly bits like some miserable person making it their life’s goal to personally attack you because- well, I haven’t quite figured that one out yet. Many tears were shed over the reality of this situation and then somehow I just got over it. There will be people who don’t cut it for us and my time and thoughts are better spent on people who matter. It doesn’t change the fact that I had a lovely, inspiring, and relevant weekend.

This week’s Mac & Cheese focus is less recipe and more review. I’d never had Fried Macaroni and Cheese bites before. Being the lover of Mac and Cheese that I am- it seemed only logical to try them.

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Chw and Gen were with me, and since my dear husband has declared himself a fellow M & C quester, it was only natural that they try them too.

Consensus was that we aren’t fans. These particular bites came from California Pizza Kitchen.

While they didn’t disgust me, persay, I don’t think I would ever be willing to order Mac & Cheese that is fried again. Chw felt the same way. Gen, on the other hand, claimed she loved them. She is fourteen though- and enjoys feeling the passionate opposite to me from time to time, so I’m unsure of her actual vote.

I can’t pinpoint what I didn’t like exactly, except they felt wrong somehow and just didn’t taste like Macaroni & Cheese. It could be that I’m also not typically a fried food fan. Not sure.

Have you every had fried Mac & Cheese?

Easy…

IMG_1165It has become too easy to just crawl out of bed, swipe the deodorant, slip on yoga pants, swirl up a messy bun and call it an effort.

First I got really ill and was out of routine for about 5 months in 2011. Then, it took months for me to gain any semblance of strength back and crawl into a new routine. Just as it seemed like I was {finally} getting my crap together, I injured my back pretty badly and was down again. Here I sit, 6 months later and much worse for wear. Somewhere between the pneumonia and the back injury, depression crept in and wound it’s tiny little tight grip around me. I work at that, and managing daily chronic pain, and life.

And I’m tired. Almost all of the time, I’m tired.

So I’m easy.

Since our move- which stripped what felt like the little bit of strength I had and then wrapped me up in a land where seasonal depression is, well, as common as oxygen- everything is easy.

Easy dinners.

Easy chores.

Easy jobs with easy deadlines.

Easy, easy, easy…

I don’t want to be so easy anymore, but it’s almost as though I don’t know how to do anything else. For well over a year, my hair has turned into a mass of unruly curls that breed frustration. My eyelashes are limp, won’t crimp and don’t wear mascara well. I talk myself out of very nearly everything, during the process, even if I know I’ll likely love it once I’m doing it. The dread overcomes me and I guess, let’s face it, it’s just easier to bow out.

Easier.

The word EASY is not synonymous with anything good. Even Easy Bake Oven cakes taste like Styrofoam.

I don’t want to be easy anymore. I don’t…

So, I’m starting small.

Today, I’m starting here.

I’ve only got one shot at this life of mine and the truth is- it’s not easy being great…