Deals and Steals

Okay. One day I want to become one of those super ladies who does all that crazy couponing where you get a million dollars worth of groceries for a buck. As long as there is reality t.v. however, I do not have time. I do like to find good deals though, so I thought I'd share.
Today at Randall's (I went to the one on 359.) there are navel oranges (ripe, perfect) for .59 cents a lb. I got a whole bag for two dollars. Also, a bunch of cereals (Cheerios, Trix, Cocoa Puffs..you know, the healthy ones) are only $1.50 a box if you buy four and you can mix and match and there is no limit. When I checked out they handed me TWO coupons for a 10-pack of Capri-Sun absolutley FREE, no purchase necessary AND a coupon for $2.00 off the cereal I had just purchased for $1.50 a box (must buy 5) so tonight I'll run back to Randall's (most of you have already decided this is too much work but I live 2 min. away) and for $12.00 I'll get 2 boxes of Capri-Sun, 8 boxes of cereal and another big bag of oranges!!! Now back to the Real Housewives!

Anniversary in San Antonio

Well, the J-Dawg and I have been married for a million years so to celebrate, we drove to San Antonio before my mom could realize what she'd gotten herself into with our quarrelsome brood at home. We stopped at a Bucee's on the way down. I don't know if Bucee's is just a southern thing, or if they are international or what, but lemme tell ya! This was quite an experience for me, who had never been! This is the Taj Mahal of gas stations my friends. I had to get some buccee nuggets (glorified corn pops, but worth the whopping 200 calories a handful) and Jared tried rock candy for the first time. His exact words were "Rock candy is damn good!" (Repeated about 10 times!)We also stopped at the outlets in San Marcos (voted best in the country!) on the way down and I spent way too much at my favorite stores, while Jared cheered me on as usual....no one keeping us on financial track in this marriage! Well, there's Faith. Anyway, we stayed at a nice hotel, saw two movies IN A ROW (just because we could!) and also went to Fiesta Texas and rode every roller coaster about 5 times. It was so FUN! Jared spent $30.00 shooting hoops to win me this high quality stuffed whale.
On the way home we took a detour to stop at this crazy place called Snake Farm. It was disgusting, yet very fascinating. They had over 500 live animals to look at, mostly snakes and crocs.
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They had a petting zoo which Jared was all about but for those of you who know me I abstain from touching most animals. These three little pigs did make me miss Faith, Ethan and Harris though. But still, nooo touch-y!! And Jared INSISTED on stroking this goats beard


It was a great trip. Here's to the next dozen years, J. There's no one I'd rather spend them with. I love you.

This morning while getting ready, Harris looked over at Ethan who was combing his hair and said,

"Ethan, it's not Bad Hair Day."

I hate you Hawaiian Roll!

Okay, I am not presently depressed. That feels good to say. I did, however, buy some Hawaiian rolls at Wal-mart the other day and had a bad feeling gnawing at my gut as I put that bright orange package into my cart. Why? Where was this feeling coming from? As all good mentally-ill people do, I stopped and took stock. Why was I having an aversion to these rolls? And then I remembered. The last time I bought those rolls was the last time I was depressed. My kids tend to treat these rolls like little cakes that they cannot keep their hands off of and consequently sneak them from the fridge every few minutes until they're all gone...within an hour....seriously. And so, last time I bought them, and they did this, one of my children (that one named "not me") dropped one on the floor, and left it there. Well, myself, being in the deepest of depressions, could not bend over and pick it up. (If this baffles you, you do not have depression, no need to get tested.) I also was not able to do the work of finding out which of my kids did it so they could pick it up. (Remember it was that "not me" guy) So, that freakin' Hawaiian roll sat in that spot on my floor for days and days and days. And every time I would open my fridge I would look at it. And I would feel irritated. And I would know that I was still depressed because there was no way I was pickin' it up. (Let's not even get started on the wreckage that surrounded the roll!) Finally, after my pesky chemicals began to balance out, I bent over and stuck that stupid thing in the trash! Take from that story what you wish.

p.s-Doesn't that crease in the roll kinda look like a stethoscope? Hmmm....a sign perhaps that a doctor is needed if you have a roll on your floor for two weeks?