I'm Diseased.

I have an ugly disease that flared up today.  I've always had issues with it, but today it was on track to get exceedingly awful.  Then amidst trying to clean my room through tears, I was cured.  For today, anyway.  My disease isn't rare, but it is ugly and can sometimes be contagious.  And today it nearly took me down.

It's called ungratefulness.  

My husband owns a business and by now we thought it would have grown more.  It's stupid stuff that's preventing growth -- something my husband can't exactly control.  But because we've been working towards an adoption, we just sort of assumed things would fall into place...right?  Apparently wrong.  At least, that's how my brain was computing it yesterday.  Then while stumbling around my room and wiping snot from my face, it occurred to me:  I'm blessed.  And not just blessed, I'm spoiled.  I was so focused on what I thought I should have instead of being focused on what I am so richly surrounded with.

I have a hard-working, super-patient husband.  I have three wildly lovely children.  I have some of the most amazing friends a girl could ask for.  I have health insurance.  Yes, as weird as that sounds, I'm very aware of what a blessing that is and am thankful for it.  I have a house full of stuff.  Well, that's actually why I was stumbling around my room.  I have too much stuff and am trying to box a bunch of it up to get rid of.  Then tonight I sat down at my computer to respond to emails I get through my participation with Global Media Outreach.  They are emails from people trying to figure out who God is, or just want prayer, and they come from all over the world.  This particular email came from a young lady in Kenya who asked me to pray that God would bring back the love that once existed between her parents, and let me know she has cried to God countless times to open the door to college so she can get a good paying job and bring her parents out of poverty.  And I was bummed because Stuart's business isn't growing as fast as I hoped.  

What an idiot I can be sometimes.  Unlike most diseases, I bring this one on myself.  I lose sight of what I have and then the symptoms set in.  But today I caught myself and was able to turn my whining into thanksgiving...and it's not even November!  Best part is that the ungratefulness disease is cured as quickly as that.  At least for today.

So tell me, what are YOU thankful for?

Disneyland reprise, and my sister is a genius.

We went back to Disneyland last week.

Oh wait.  Back-track to our previous trip.  I have to show you this picture, when my mom offered my daughter an apple and she readily accepted.

Not quite sure what I think about that.

Back to the topic at hand: my Disneyland reprise.  During our last visit to Disneyland we ate lunch at the Troubadour Tavern, which sells baked potatoes and Bratwurst.  I ordered the brats, which came on a pretzel roll and was topped with sauerkraut.

It. was. delicious.  Sooo delicious that I had to replicate it a few nights later. 

Did anyone else know that Trader Joe's sells brats??  I sure didn't.

They also sell the pretzel rolls, but I already knew that.  =)

I already had the sauerkraut on hand.  Why are sauerkraut jars so stinkin' difficult to open?  Here is my husband taking his attempt at it.  Even as strong as he is (*swoon*), he couldn't manage.  So I got clever and pulled out the bottle opener.

Here is an awful picture of the yummy results, complete with blueberries and sweet potato chips (though I suppose you can't see the chips):

MmmMmmmm.

The next night my husband was gone all night coaching basketball games.  When he's out of the house, dinner is absolutely simple.  I'm talking oatmeal, yogurt and toast, or oatmeal.  

Or pizza.  Because my sister is a genius.  

To give myself credit, I've made the kids pizza out of naan before.  But it was just that - kids pizza.  

Pizza sauce, cheese and pineapple (yes, we are that family with the pineapple).

Then my sister called me one night and introduced me to... [drum-roll please] ....grown-up pizza.  

Forget the pizza sauce; this was naan* dribbled with olive oil, kalamata olives, sun-dried tomato goodness and goat cheese.

*Trader Joe's sells a 4-pack of frozen naan for $2.  That's 50 cents a piece, and each piece is the perfect size for a personal pizza.  

While the kids prepped their own pizza...

...I created mine.  I was so overcome with it that I nearly forgot to take a picture.  

(Yes, that is a big ol' bite taken out of the bottom.)

And there you have it.  That is how our family filled our tummies last week.

On Sinking Funds...

As I was standing in the checkout line at Costco this morning, I overheard the cashier behind me telling a lady that her annual membership fee was due, and that she was simply going to add it to the total.  I was honestly surprised when the lady, who was wearing designer jeans and looked pretty well off, told the cashier that she didn't have enough to pay for the renewal fee.

I don't intend to judge.  I know the economy is not doing so well and people are struggling.  And we've been in a similar position (although, instead of being honest and saying I couldn't afford both, I just put it on the credit card like it wasn't a problem).  However, I started doing something last year that has totally changed the way I handle our family's finances.  

It's called the "sinking fund."  

A sinking fund is essentially a pool of money that continues to grow until some or all of it is needed.  Every year I know there are certain bills that I need to pay.  These include Costco membership, car registration, school tuition, insurance premiums, etc.  I also know my car is going to need regular maintenance and we're going to need to visit the doctor and dentist.  And since I know we're not going to get an extra paycheck when these bills are due, I've started planning for the expenses with the paychecks we currently receive.  

It's a simple concept, really.  To start, I divide each annual bill by 12 - this tells me what needs to be put aside each month in order to have the full amount ready when needed.  For our Costco membership, it's $9.  For our car registration, it's $17.  Once I've figured out each category, I total all the amounts up ($9+$17+...) and transfer the lump sum into my savings account.  Why transfer it into my savings account? Because in my head this money has been "spent" so I don't want to see it hanging around in my checking account.  I use a budgeting program to keep track of how much money accumulates in each category (but even a notebook can do that), and when the time comes to pay each specific bill, I transfer it back into my checking account and pay it off.  

For the expenses that aren't annual, such as doctors and car repairs, the account just continually builds (or sinks) and we just pull from it as expenses come up.  For instance, when we had to complete the five physicals (one per family member) for our adoption, it was nice to have the money ready to go rather than not be prepared.  

I know budgeting gets complicated and frustrating, but I feel like implementing just this one small change has made the biggest difference in our ability to be financially prepared.  

Anyone else do this?  Thoughts?

Because I'm Lazy

Because I'm lazy, our living room chair looks like this about 99% of the time.  We call it our "laundry chair."

Because I'm lazy, I've been listening to this alarm clock go off for the past 20 minutes.  Then - of course - I completely forgot to turn it off after taking the picture.  And I'm too lazy to go back to the bedroom again.

No, we have no need for a 4:30pm alarm.  But because I'm lazy, I haven't taken the time to fix that.


Because I'm lazy, I cook my tortillas like this.

And yes, because I'm lazy, the chicken gets shredded in the same pot I cooked it in.  It also gets mixed with sour cream and salsa (yes, in the same pot) because I'm too lazy to actually make a sauce tonight.  Or wash an extra dish.

But because I'm awesome, my family ate dinner for less than $7.  Mmmm.

Oh, and I only have one pot to wash tonight.  So sometimes being lazy is totally awesome.

I curled my hair with a sock.

No joke.

I saw this done on Pinterest, so of course the next logical step was to try it for myself.

I took a trouser sock that no longer had a partner, and I snipped the toe off.  I rolled it up until it looked similar to a scrunchy, like so....

 I wasn't planning on blogging about this, so I didn't take pictures of the actual process, but google it and I'm sure it can be found.   Essentially I...
1. Put my hair into a ponytail (I used a little kid plastic pony tail then cut it out after the sock was all the way on to prevent "the crease."  You ladies know what I'm talking about...).
2. Strung all of my hair through the center of the sock.
3. Pulled the sock to the very ends of my hair (that was rather difficult as I have layers), with just a tiny bit feeding through the ends.
4. Rolled the sock down, making all my hair roll under the sock.  It looked like an interesting bun in the end. (I know, that was way confusing.  This is where pictures would be really helpful.)

The actual instructions tell you to dampen your hair -- I didn't do this.  Why?  Because I was too lazy.  However, even without dampening, I was blown away at my hair when I pulled the sock out.

Ta-da!

Okay, I obviously don't have enough experience taking self-portraits because it took me for.e.ver. to figure out how to get a picture of the back of my head.  But I managed.  

I put a little smoothing serum into my hair (my hair is frizzzzz-y).  My personal favorite is the Grapeseed Glossing Serum from The Body Shop because it's not heavy and I like the smell of it.  =)

It took me all of 5 minutes (at the very most) to "install" the sock, remove it the next morning, and de-frizz my hair.  Brilliant.

Perhaps...

The the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.
"What if Valentines doesn't come from the store?
What if love, perhaps, means a little bit more?"


Love waits without complaining. 
Love is always kind to others.
Love doesn't want other people's toys or money or clothes.
Love never brags about what it has or what it can do.
Love doesn't think it is better than other people.
Love uses its best manners, always and with everyone. 
Love says 'you first' instead of 'me first.'
Love doesn't throw fits.
Love doesn't tattle, nor does it laugh when others are sad.
Love always forgives.  
Love doesn't think it's fun or funny to break the rules. 
Love never, ever lies.  
Love always hopes in God. Love believes that God is good, no matter what happens.
Love is a true friend, no matter what happens. 
Love lasts forever and ever.


1 Corinthians 13:4-7.  Put simply.  


Paraphrase of 1 Corinthians borrowed from http://itsalmostnaptime.blogspot.com/.

In Defense of Valentines

It happens every year at this time.  The cards and hearts come out and usher in the bashing of Valentine's Day.

It's just another Hallmark holiday AKA Singles Awareness Day or if you actually loved someone, you would show it all the time.  

Whatever.  I actually like Valentines Day.  Especially the chocolate.  And yes, as with most things, I have my opinions about the bashing.

Obviously if you're single and not content to be so, this day is going to bug you.  But if your reason for being irritated has everything to do with your lack of companionship (and by that I mean, if you plan on enjoying this day when you have found someone special to share it with), then the issue might be you and not the actual day.  Take this as a challenge to celebrate your family and friends.  Especially me.  With some chocolate.  Or just celebrate you.  There's no rule that says you can't buy yourself a little treat.

Or if you're of the type that says its a Hallmark holiday...then avoid the Hallmark store.  Personally, I would propose that ALL holidays are Hallmark holidays, and nearly all of us tend to give in to the retail giants during "acceptable" celebrations.  Just remember though, when it comes to celebrating any holiday, no purchase is actually necessary.  But a scotchmallow from See's never hurt anybody.

Just saying.

And the biggest argument of them all:  if you love someone, you'll let them know all year long.  I absolutely agree.  I believe showing our loved ones we care about them is important and that doing so should be a regular, if not daily, occurrence.  I'd go even further and tell you it is so important that we shouldn't just stop there.  No, we ought to go all-out on occasion (I say a minimum one day a year) with at least a love note.  And maybe a lemon truffle.  Maybe.

Final thoughts:  honestly, we would never dream of missing the celebration of Mother's Day because that could be downright offensive.  I mean, it's your mother.  But somehow we justify away the festivities of Valentine's Day because, well, "I told him I loved him yesterday."  Isn't that enough?  No, no it isn't.

Unless you also shared some chocolate butter creams.