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A Bracelet, A TV, and Freebies

It’s Saturday, and I feel like being random, so that’s what this post is going to be about today.

First off, let’s talk about the bracelet…

Rooster came home yesterday from a two-week mission trip to a Navajo reservation in New Mexico.  He went with my church’s youth group.

He bought souvenirs for the family, and the bracelet was my gift.  It is hand-made.

The crew took the scenic route, giving them time to visit Arizona, Utah, and Nevada.

Rooster sent me these pictures from the Grand Canyon…

He took two cameras’ worth of film, which I will be getting developed on a CD (once I can find a good coupon code, of course), so I’ll share more pictures later.

While he was gone, Chicky was enjoying being an only child.

Actually, I hardly ever saw her because she is working six days a week…juggling two jobs.

Her goal?

Make enough money for this…

Sorry for the clutter of the animal print towel (her’s, by the way), but this is my nice dining room table, and I am trying my best to keep it from getting scratched.

A funny store about the TV purchase.

She had planned on buying it at Sam’s, and I had to go because I am the one with the Sam’s card.

Of course, the Mr. went.  He’s actually been doing most of the shopping with Chicky as she buys things for college.  I cannot stand to shop (yeah, I know it’s hard to believe given my love for couponing).  So, he was there too.

The Mr. had planned to pay for the TV so he could get rewards points.  Chicky was going to transfer the money from her bank account to his so he could send in the payment right away.

But, Sam’s doesn’t take Visa credit cards…only Visa Debits, MasterCard and AmEx.  So, Chicky and the Mr. were trying to figure out what to do.

She, being the very responsible girl that I’ve raised her to be (sorry…I need to pat myself on the back every now and then), offered to pay for it with her debit card.

Well, the cashier looked at her incredulously and told her there was no way she had a card since she was 12 years old.

Poor Chicky.  She gets this a lot because she is so petite and does look young.

She informed the girl that yes she does have her own account, thank you very much, and that she is, in fact, 18 years old.

Meanwhile, the Mr. wanted his reward points.

Then the cashier said something about her parents paying for the TV.

Chicky stood up straight and informed the gal that she had worked very hard this summer and had been saving for this item.

I think Chicky taught that girl a lesson about not making assumptions.

As for me, I was very proud of her.

She’s not only been working like a fiend, but three mornings a week, while Your’s Truly is comfortably tucked in bed, she’s been rising at the crack of dawn to work out with an athletic trainer who is helping her prepare for her college soccer season.

Ok…enough about how wonderful my Chicky is.

But before I change topics again, take a look at one corner of Chicky’s room…

Mary, go ahead and laugh at the coffee creamer.  heehee

All summer long, we’ve been adding things to that corner.  She’s got enough laundry detergent to get her through most of the first year.  She’s got shampoo and conditioner galore, along with medicine, bandaids, and other stuff from all of my couponing.

Ok, so on to the freebies portion of this post.

One of things I love most about couponing is the free stuff I get.  I spend a lot of time reading couponing blogs and signing up for freebies.  It’s become an adventure when checking the mail.  Here are some of the things I received this week…

The Kellogg’s coupon came within a few days of a phone call I made when I discovered one of my boxes of cereal was involved with the recall recently announced on the news.  The coupon has a long expiration date, so I’m going to save it for a B1G1 sale and score two free items!!

So, that’s the randomness for the day.  It feels good to be a little less organized than usual!

The Dry Spell is Over

Yesterday, I was finally able to pull this out of its box…

What is it?

Well, it’s the name plate that my sister gave me after I graduated from college.

It’s taken me months to feel like I had the right to display it.

Never once during the two years of subbing did I ever take it out of the box…not even during the month-long subbing assignments I was fortunate to obtain.  I never felt it was my place because those classrooms belonged to other people.

However, things changed on Wednesday.

That was the day I had an interview that resulted in me being offered a job…

On the spot!

Please join me in doing the Happy Dance…

Let me share with you how all of this came about because it is quite clear to me that God orchestrated this event.

The Mr. works with a guy who was diagnosed with cancer a couple of months ago.  This gentleman’s wife happens to be our dental hygienist.  Remember, I live in Podunk, USA, where everyone seems to be connected to everyone.

A couple of weeks ago, we were attending a luncheon fundraiser for the family.  The wife, “H”, and I began chatting.  During our conversation, I mentioned my search for a job.  She asked if I would be interested in working at such-and-such school.

This is a small, private school that I do not know much about, but I told her I was willing to consider it.

She offered to pass my name along to the dentist’s wife, who is very involved with the school.

I thanked her but also asked her to take care of her husband.  That is her main priority right now…not helping me find a job.

However, a couple of weeks later, my phone rang, and it was my friend.  She told me she’d just had a conversation with the dentist’s wife, and she wanted me to send her my resume.

Oh you guys…I had that resume, cover letter, and my teaching certification emailed to her before she could get home from the office.

Needles to say, I am a woman of action.

Less than an hour later, my phone rang again.

It was the dentist’s wife, and she was excited about my resume and eager to set up an interview.  Could I go in the next day, she wanted to know.

Ha!  My schedule pretty much consists of sleeping late, showering late, and job hunting.

Of course I was available!

So, I met with the principal and the dentist’s wife the next day (Wednesday).  I had printed off my resume, along with a list of references.

And then I sat.

It was a little unnerving watching the principal read over my resume.  I’ve never had someone do that in front of me before.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering if I’d used the proper punctuation!

And then we began the interview.

I could sense that things were going well.

I had a list of questions…all prepared, you know.

Near the end of the interview, I was asked to get my fingerprints taken for a background check.

No problem.

But still, I had no idea if I was getting the job.

And then the topic of salary came up.

That’s when I started thinking I might be getting the job.

And then I heard it…the words I’d longed to hear for two years…

“Consider yourself hired.  You do not need to look for another job.”

What can I say?

It felt surreal.

I’ve never been offered a job on the spot before.

I signed my contract yesterday.

It is done.

I am so excited!

Although money will still be very tight as private schools do not pay like the public school system, the opportunity to finally have classes of my own is, well, what can I say but…

Oh my gosh!

Plus, teachers do not get into the business with the goal of joining the Future Millionaires of America Club.

We do it because we see the potential that lies inside of every student.

The dry spell is over.

God saw me through it, just as He will see me through this new phase of my life.

Aubie Feels Left Out

As you know, three furry babies reside in Chez AuburnChick.

I posted pictures of Molly and Pele in yesterday’s post.

Well, Aubie was none too happy because she did not get any face time on the blog.

She was, in fact, downright sad…

Yeah, I know.  I felt bad…just the response she was looking for.

As I snapped photos, I quickly realized that using a flash is NOT the way to go sometimes…

She’s really a sweet girl, despite the demon-possessed eyes in the above picture.

With Chicky loving on her, and me promising to post the pictures on the blog, Aubie quickly forgave me and seemed her normal, happy self…

Lesson learned.  Never post pictures unless you have included everyone.  Dogs have feelings too!

Blog With a Substance Award

Oh my, but my friend, Mary, just bestowed A Blog With a Substance Award on little ole me!

Thank you, my friend.

So, what does this blog award stand for?

Well, I’m thinking that it means that my internet diary is the stuff that is going to bring about world peace and solve all of life’s great mysteries.

heehee

Who am I kidding.

I am well aware that my prose is not worthy of a Pulitzer; however, I would like to think that some of the stuff I write hits home with some of you who willingly put yourselves through the torture of reading it.

I started writing my blog simply because I saw a spot for a blog URL on Ravelry.

Little things, people.  That’s all it takes to get me going on some wild tangent.

Anyhoo…

I always had stories that I wanted to tell.

My poor sister, friends, and co-workers…always being forced to listen.

I needed an outlet.

Thus, the blog was born.

Blogs are interesting creatures.  They develop over time, with authors taking time to find their voices.

I think I have found mine.

I hope that my blog has real substance.  I strive to present myself exactly as I am in real life…warts and all.

And, ever the teacher, I hope that I am imparting practical how-to information.

Having substance means leaving an impression, much as my hiney leaves an impression on my couch after I’ve been sitting there.

heehee

So, thanks, Mary, for nominating me.  I consider an honor that you thought of me.

I now bestow this award on the following people…gals who are very real…gals who you could meet in a store or on the street and instantly feel a kindred spirit to:

Rebecca
Dustina
Taylor
Kari
Julie

Go visit their blogs.  They make for awesome reads!

Oh To Be a Dog

Oh, the life of a dog.

You sleep…where you want if you’re cute enough…


You wake up when you want…

You go potty and people clean up after you (no pictures of this, mercifully).

You eat, and then you potty again.

Feeling really good at this point, you play…

You nap in the middle of the morning…

Then you wake up again…potty…and generally look cute…

Oh…the life of a dog…it’s not too shabby at all!

Shopping Shenanigans

I know it’s been awhile since I talked about shopping.  Honestly, I really have not gone on many trips lately.

In my effort to save money, In my laziness, I’ve tried to stay out of the stores.   Thankfully, we’ve had my stockpile to eat from.

Well, one look at my fridge this weekend, and I realized it was time to get my coupon folders out…

The freezer did not look a whole lot better…

Even though the current Publix sales flyer is not that great, I still picked up a few things…

I spent $18.58 for the above items, saving $47.87, for a grand savings of 72%.

I thought it would be an eye-opener to list each of my favorite deals, the final prices I paid, along with the regular prices in parentheses beside them.  This will give you a good idea of how much money you can save by combining sales with coupons…

Mustard – $.45 each (regular $1.89)
Pasta
– $.15 each (regular $1.29)
Boxed Potatoes
– $.40 each (regular $1.79)
Salad Dressing
– $.64 each (regular $3.27)
Tornados
– $.50 each (regular $2.50)
Snuggle Fabric Softener – $2 each (regular $6.99)
Breyers Ice Cream
– $1.15 each (regular $4.29)

Even though I didn’t have coupons on the red potatoes, salad, and cheese, those items were on sale as well.

I divided my groceries into two batches because I had two Family Dollar coupons ($5 off of $25 and $5 off of $20).  My Publix will only allow customers to use one of these per transaction (no more stacking like the good old days).

So yes, I was the weird shopper who calculated everything as I shopped and used the toilet paper in my next transaction as the divider in my cart.

I’m so weird.

Here was round #2:

I spent $15.10, saved $35.82, for a grand savings of 70%.

Here are the deals, sales prices, and regular prices…just to compare…

Reynolds Wrap – $.90 each (regular $4.29)
Carvel Ice Cream Cake
– $1.99 each (regular $9.99)

I did not have a coupon for the olive oil, but it was B1G1, and we go through worlds of this in my house, so I consider it a good deal.  The toilet paper is my weekly purchase.  Even though it rings up at $6.15, I had a $.25 coupon.  Every little bit helps!

Today, I headed back out for more shopping after reading up on additional deals that were too good to pass up.

My free items of the week were these…

Publix has them B1G1, and there was a $1 coupon in the 6/27 SmartSource.  Publix has a store coupon in its current yellow Advantage Buy paper for $1. 

After matching one set per bottle, I actually MADE $2.01!!!!

So, I couldn’t let the overage go to waste.  I picked up the cheapest ($2.45) bowl of watermelon I could find…

Grand total?

$.44.

Yep.  Floridians do not pay taxes on essential grocery items, and all of these are considered non-junky.

I saved $5.99 on that one transaction, making for a 93% savings on those three items.

Next, I headed over to CVS.

The first thing I did was scan my ECB card at the price checker scanner located by the cashier.

The machine was overly generous today, spitting out a long length of paper with several coupons printed on it.  At the very bottom was an ECB for $1.50!!

Remember that Extra Care Bucks (ECBs) are as good as money.  You take the amount of your ECB off the total of your bill.  Simple as that!

So, I was starting ahead of the game.

My first transaction was the following…

The deal was that you got a $1 ECB after buying the deodorant, which is on sale for $7.99 (after being marked down $2).  Inside the box was a package of coupons, among which I found a $1/1 deodorant coupon.

Cha-Ching!

I paid $7.47 and got my ECB.

My second transaction included the following items…

I used another $1 coupon on the deodorant.  I had $.25 coupons on the detergent, which is on sale for $.99 ($1 cheaper than the regular price).

The Pantene was on a clearance shelf for half off ($2.50).  I had a $2 coupon, so I got it for $.50.

For this transaction, I used the $1.50 ECB I’d gotten when I walked in along with the $1 ECB that printed after my first purchase.  After paying, I got another $1 ECB from buying the deodorant.  I will probably use this during my next Publix trip.

Total paid was $7.12.  I saved a little over $12.  It wasn’t the greatest percentage of savings (almost 50%), but every little bit helps, and seeing as I am trying to get Chicky stocked up for college, I did what I could.

So, have you been shopping lately? Taken advantage of any good deals?

A Diary of a Lawn in Progress

June 11, 2010

Dear Diary,

I don’t know what happened, but over the last three years, my owners have seen fit to let me go.

Oh sure, I realize I am out of that baby stage, but was it really fair to expect me to have to take care of myself?

Once upon a time, I was lush and green.  I was the envy of those who drove past.

Great care was taken of my back side too…

Now, I hang my head in shame as walkers cross the street to avoid looking me in the eye.

I feel so exposed with my roots laid bare for all to see.

Woe is me.


June 18, 2010

Dear Diary,

Glory, hallelujah!  My owners seem to have taken pity on me.

Well, the truth is, they were shamed into doing something about me.

You see, one afternoon, AuburnChick was doing her thing, which doesn’t seem to be a whole lot other than job hunting and watching World Cup, when her doorbell rang.

Some guy in a lawn care uniform was standing there scratching his head.

Because they stood outside, I was able to overhear the conversation…

“Ma’am, do you mind me asking what happened here?” he asked while waving his hand over me.

“Yeah, well, for starters, let’s blame the economy.  I’ve been looking for a job for almost two years, and, well, subbing doesn’t pay a whole lot, so I’ve had to let some things go.”

“Well, Ma’am, it’s really a shame.  See, I’m from TruGreen, and I’m out here doing quality control…”

[I know AuburnChick well, and she braced herself for a sales pitch.]

“…and it’s obvious to me that your yard is experiencing severe drought stress.”

Yes, yes.  You get her, I thought to myself.

“Yeah, I’m really ashamed, but it was already on its way out, so I figured why spend money on watering when there’s really no point.  After I find a job, I am going to start all over and put sod down.”

“Well, Ma’am, I think you can still save your grass, without having to sod.”

[I know AuburnChick well, and when she smells savings, she starts circling like a hungry wolf.]

“Oh really?”

They proceeded to talk lawn medicine while I prayed.

The next day, the heavens opened up, and water came down like manna from heaven.

And it came down and came down.

I remember the man telling AuburnChick that she would have to water each zone for 45-60 minutes.  I know she gasped when she pictured the water bill, but her mind was on the bottom line…saving hundreds by not having to resod me.

Wouldn’t you know it, but my thirst got quenched every other day that week.

In the meantime, a nice young man came and gave me treats…food to make me grow.

Lord have mercy, but I was a happy yard!

Look at the difference in just a week…

There’s green in there!

Hope reigns alive!


July 5, 2010

Dear Diary,

Things are really looking up around here.

First of all, my owner, AuburnChick, has been thanking the good Lord for His provision of bountiful rain.  She only watered one day in the last two weeks, and that was by mistake because her new droid phone weather app said it wasn’t going to rain, but it did.

Not only has it been raining, but AuburnChick actually got herself off of the couch and edged and mowed!

My back side was in sore need of a trim…

She got a good little blister on her hand thanks to the two hours of work it required to clean me up…

I laughed because she got what she deserved…having delayed taking care of me for so long.

For a few minutes, I even sported a mohawk…

She worked and worked, clearing out the vines that had crept up the poor little pine tree that resides within my domain.

She even got out the ladder and cut off the vines that had encroached from the back neighbor’s yard.  She collected quite a pile, let me tell you…

She smiled the satisfied smile of a cat that has just beaten her prey.  See, that pile on the left?  Well, it’s her’s.  The one on the right is the neighbor’s.

Ever the competitive one, that’s for sure.

She kept on smiling until she spotted something on the bottom of her shoe.

Dog poop.

She thought she’d been smelling something foul while she worked.

She didn’t realized she’d stepped in it, unnoticed, while out working.

Serves her right for ignoring me for so long.

The Beat of the Drums

Happy 4th of July!

I really like when this holiday falls on a Sunday.  It is a good reminder that it is by God’s grace that we live in a great country like the United States.  This country was founded on Christian principles (despite what some people may say), and it is God who deserves the glory for the blessings we enjoy in this land.

When I entered the sanctuary, I had no idea that I would be in for a treat.

I attend the contemporary service.  This service does not have a formal choir.  Instead, the music is led by a worship team and band.

This morning, however, there were quite a few people standing on the bleachers behind the band.  We sometimes use this area as overflow seating, but this was not something we needed today as a lot of people were missing…out of town visiting family, I suspect.

Among the group, I also spotted three guys from the high school band.

Interesting, I thought to myself.  They must be playing in the band too.  It isn’t uncommon to see new faces now and then.

The service began in its fairly regular way.

Everyone stood and said the Pledge of Allegiance, to acknowledge this special holiday.

We sang several praise songs, passed around the attendance binders, and took up tithes.

And then the surprise…

The band, the extra people in stands (I quickly realized they are the members of the regular choir, which sings at the traditional service), and the three guys from the high school band stood up.

The guys had strapped on their drums.

One was playing tenors (which is what Rooster will be playing this fall)…

Another guy was holding a snare drum…

The third gentleman had strapped on the very large bass drum…

The guys were wearing black shirts, and their drums were held with white straps similar to these…

They looked like they were wearing uniforms, and the picture was striking.

The lights were down in the church, and the choir began singing.

The boys stood at attention.

They looked a little like the following picture, which was taking during the Civil War…

One by one, the boys lifted their drums sticks as their instruments entered the musical piece.

As they began to play, all eyes focused on them.

We just couldn’t help it.

We were mesmerized.

Chills traveled through my body.

As the tempo picked up and the song reached its crescendo, tears began rolling down my face.

Chicky looked over at me and, in a voice barely above a whisper, asked why I was crying.

I couldn’t explain…not yet anyhow.

You see, as I watched those boys play, and I listened to the words of the song, my heart was moved in a powerful way.

My nerdy brain that thrives on history saw those boys as representative of others who, many, many years ago, served in our military.

Music played a very important part in military life way back when.  Music signified the beginning of a soldier’s day, meal times, drills, and even pay day.

The musical selection Taps originally began as a song that ended the day.

Drum cadences were used to help men march in time, unified, as they were about to face an opposing army.  Commanders relied on drum signals to convey commands across the field of battle.

All of these things were going through my mind as I sat there this morning.

Those boys…one just graduated, one to graduate next year, and the other the year after with Rooster – they could easily have been in our nation’s earliest battles for freedom as most of the soldiers were quite young back then.

This holiday is a day when people barbecue…thank their lucky stars that they have an extra day off.

For me, the morning’s music was a time to reflect and give thanks, both to God and to those who were brave enough to take a stand for freedom.

Tiny Pinchers

First of all, I want to thank you all for your kind words about my little froggy surprise.  I thought I should clarify that I do not dislike frogs.  I do, however, dislike not being informed beforehand when they are going to take up residence in my clothing.  It would seem the courteous thing to do.

That said, let’s move on to the point of this post.

I had to laugh at woolandchocolate’s comment that at least it wasn’t a spider or anything that stings.

Why laugh?

Well…because I’m AuburnChick, and…well…the stinging thing…

Well, it had happened earlier that day.

See, while I was out doing my mom thing (the same time that I was also wallowing in the mud of jealousy), I was actually running back and forth between Chicky’s pool (where she’s lifeguarding) and the school, which just happen to be at the same locale but of which I drove around the building to get to each respective place because it was pouring down rain and I wasn’t about to get all wet.

Anyhoo…

One of the things I had to get from her was her drivers license.  I couldn’t request her transcript without a copy of it.

After filling out my paperwork and such, I returned to the pool to give her license back to her so she could be all legal when she drove home.

She was sitting in the lifeguarding chair, watching her charges in the pool, but her boss was standing behind the fence that encircles the pool.  Rather than make me walk around to the pool, he offered to take it through the hole in the chain link fence.

Being lazy, I said okay.

As I handed it over, we chatted a moment.

And then I felt it.

Stinging.

Oh

My

Gosh.

I looked down only to see my right foot square in the middle of a huge fire ant pile.  My left foot was halfway in as well.

There were ants crawling all over my feet…especially the right one.

I shook my feet as hard as I could to get them off; however, because I was wearing flip flops, a lot of the ants were trapped under the thonged strap.

Not good – for me, anyhow.  I don’t think the ants minded one little bit.

The feeling reminded me of the time I cleared the drain under my kitchen sink and got acid all over my freshly shaven legs.

Painful.

Chicky’s boss instructed me to come into the pool area and stick my feet in the chlorine water, which I happily did.

The water took some of the sting away, but not all of it.

I kept thinking, “Great.  Chicky is probably mad at me for infringing in ‘her’ space.”

When I explained what had happened, she understood and seemed empathetic.  She’d recently gotten stung by some of the same ants when they circled her chair.

By the time I got home, the stinging feeling had gone away, and I almost forgot about them.

Folks, if you’ve ever been bitten by fire ants, you know that the bad day is not Day #1.

It’s Day #2 – the Day After.

Oh

My

Gosh.

When I got in the shower, it felt like my feet were on fire.

The bites were raised with gook inside.

Ever the dedicated blogger, I took pictures later in the morning (after I did you the favor of painting my unattractive toes)…

You can’t see much in the picture above, but press on…

My right foot...notice all of the bites?

Some of my toes are almost completely covered in bites…

One area on my foot was particularly hard-hit…

That, my friends, is a nasty knot under my skin.  I tried to drain it, but I had little luck.  It makes walking a little uncomfortable.

Painful…and itchy.

I did some research to find out what I could do to alleviate the discomfort, and in the process, I learned some interesting things about fire ant bites:

  • Fire ants actually sting, but first they bite you with their tiny pinchers to get a hold of your skin.
  • Once they’ve got a firm grip of you, they sting you with their abdomens.  The alkaloid venom is called solenopsin.
  • Each welt can consist of at least ten stings.
  • Fire ants are relentless.  Once they get a hold of you, they turn in a circle, stinging you repeatedly.
  • Fire ants are repeat offenders, often traveling to a different area on your skin and repeating the process.

I know that God created every living thing with a purpose, but I fail to see the purpose of fire ants.  Guess that’s another thing I’ll have to trust Him about.

So, there you have it.

It was after getting stung by the ants, that I stuck my foot into my froggy shoe house.

Perhaps it is a little easier to understand why I freaked out so badly, even though the picture of said frog is cute (and he’s still there, by the way).

I am so thankful that it wasn’t a small snake, which I had a run in once a few years ago.

That’s another story for another time.

A Bug-Eyed Surprise

Yesterday evening, I went outside to sweep my porch.  The dogs have managed to dig up almost every blade of grass in the back yard, so they track in dirt on a daily basis, requiring a good sweeping several times a week.

Because I don’t like the feel of grainy dirt on my feet, and because I am a tad lazy, I put these shoes on the porch as a matter of convenience…just so I’d have them handy…

Now, I know they’re not the prettiest, but in their heyday, they were my favorites, and they are still really comfortable.

Anyhoo…

I slipped my feet in to get busy, and all of sudden I jerked back.

My right foot had encountered an obstacle when sliding into my shoe.

I screamed and flipped the shoes off.

I fearfully took a peek inside and screamed like a girl (hey, what can I say?  I am a girl!).

I did the heebie-jeebie dance, flinging my hands and arms around like someone who’s just been grossed out.

The Mr. raised his eyebrow.  He’s used to my antics.

I do this when I see spiders and cockroaches too.

However, being the dedicated blogger that I am, I grabbed the camera and faced my fear.

Look at what was inside my shoe…

Yep.  That’s a frog.

It has been raining buckets around here lately, and I suspect that little guy came in for a reprieve.  The Mr. suspects that the critter also found it warm and cozy, although I fail to see how the smell of my stinky feet would be comforting to anyone, but hey, what do I know?  I am not the Frog Whisperer.

So, the shoes are still on my porch.  I refuse to touch them.  I am afraid that little froggy is going to jump out and scare the bejeepers out of me again.

Hello, my name is AuburnChick, and I am a sissy.