Scattered Sundays and Meal Plan for January 16th-22nd
I had an experience last week. A matter of two inches could have changed my life. Two little inches, and there is a good chance I would never recover from shock and the subsequent freak out.
Let’s set the scene: It was Monday morning, and the temps were in the mid-teens. It was freezing outside, and the sun had just risen over the horizon. It was a gorgeous and crisp morning, and I could see my breath as I hauled the chicken food and waterer out to the coop. I rounded the corner, and saw a huge crispy leaf on the ground right in front of the door to the yard leading to the coop. I was wearing my chicken boots, aka, my three-year old filthy and comfy Boggs, and was about to step down on the leaf when I paused. Everyone loves to step on a crispy leaf and hear the crunch, right? I awkwardly did a little skip jump to avoid the leaf, and as my foot came down two inches from it, I noticed it had a tail. The leaf had a tail.
The. Leaf. Was. A. Rat. It was a petrified, leathery, mummified dead rat. Dead. Dead. Dead rat.
Why was a petrified rat in the middle of the walkway? It clearly hadn’t recently died, so it’s not like it just wandered there and gave up the goods. I came
screeching walking calmly in to the house and told Troy he had a task to attend to outside. He said “where did it come from” and I said “I’m not sure, I didn’t quite catch his backstory while we were chatting”.
It was not ok, and I will never step on another leaf in my life. I may even take to carrying a leaf blower with me at all times and sweeping the ground in front of me while I walk.
Do they even make floss without wax anymore? I can’t see any benefit to it at all. “Hey, throw me the floss. No, not the good stuff that works well, I want to the floss that shreds and gets stuck in-between my teeth. Yeah, the unwaxed stuff. Thanks”. I’m sure one of you must know why unwaxed floss still is a thing. What use does it have to keep it around while there is much more efficient floss on the market?
A friend of mine recently created her first ever budget. It was such a proud moment for me to see her working out the kinks and setting priorities. As she was asking our group text crew for help identifying categories and reoccurring expenses, it struck me how so much about budgeting is really getting down to the nitty gritty, adjusting, and eventually just becoming comfortable with the routine of it all. The idea of building the foundation for the first step of drafting a lasting budget gave me an idea. Combined with the desire to do a No Spend challenge for February, sparked the idea for a month-long series.
So, coming at you next month will be back to basics throwback jams on starting a frugal journey from scratch. A bit of a revisit to why I started this blog way back in the day, and how we have lived for years. With that in mind, I’d love to hear anything you’d like to read more about during the month. Any burning questions you’d like answered that might help you find the missing piece of your financial puzzle? Any focus you’d like to read about? Would love suggestions left in the comments to help me sketch out the posts for next month.
This coming week finds me starting a project for Bennett’s birthday present. I won’t give away the details until it is done, but I will say it is updating something that was handmade by my maternal grandfather. It has been used by two generations of my family, and Bennett will become lucky number three. I’m very excited about it, and will share it with you all very soon!
As many of you know, I have dedicated my life to ending a tragic condition that is sweeping this country. The chronic camel toe exposure has reach pandemic levels. The surge of yoga and workout pants being worn has led to a more comfortable population, but once that has caused me to dedicate time and energy in to finding a pair of pants that are less um, crotch focused. While discussing this pressing issue with some friends, one recommended that I buy longer shirts. I informed her that “buy longer shirts” is crap that short people say.
We had a breakthrough in our crotch-o-flauging research two weeks ago, and I have finally found a pair of running (ha ha, I’m so not running in these) pants that I am not horrified to wear during my long walks. These Motorunning pants are thermal lined, which means they are warm enough to wear when it was 28 degrees the other day. The sizing seemed to run small, so I ordered a size larger, and I am glad I did. And nary a camel toe will be seen.
Or, don’t get the pants. You can always go to the extreme to hide your crotch that this poor woman did. Apparently, she also couldn’t find long shirts, so she just went ahead and removed her rectum and vagina to solve the problem. That’s thinking outside the box… 🙂
until baseball starts in March. Basketball, unlike baseball and soccer, means I always get to sit in a heated gym and never have to pack gloves, coats, an umbrella, and a folding chair. But the games are soooo late some weeks.
Monday:: Paninis, roasted sweet potatoes, and salad.
Tuesday:: Organic hot dogs, roasted broccoli, and leftover sweet potatoes
Wednesdayr: Pasta, mixed greens with roasted beets/goat cheese/hazelnuts/vinaigrette. I’m kinda obsessed with it lately.
Thursday:: Frittata, fruit, biscuits, and bacon
Friday:: Popcorn and movie night
Saturday:: Leftovers, or out depending on the state of the fridge
Sunday:: Family dinner
What are you having this week?