How do you save money at the grocery store?

February 12, 2014 § Leave a comment

That is the question I get the most on Tumblr {I tried posting it there but it did not allow me to post for some reason. Maybe because of all the links}. And it is always right after I post something about saving money at Whole Foods.

So.. how do I save money? By frequenting websites like Growing Up Natural, The Greenbacks Gal, All Natural Savings, Organic Deals, Hopster, Common Kindness, Mambo Sprouts and since we eat a lot of berries Driscolls. Also, Stonyfield (yogurt brand) has printable coupons if you sign up on their site. If you are interested in tips and other places to get coupons from Food Babe compiled a great list on tips and tricks on eating healthy on a budget.

  • Try to shop on Wednesdays, as those are double-ad days on most stores and honor the sales flyers from the week before and week of.
  • Pay attention to your favorite store’s coupon match-ups. Most stores let you stack one of their store coupon with a manufacturer’s coupon. Get acquainted with your store’s coupon policy.
  • Stores like Kroger and Tom Thumb have coupons you can load right into your loyalty card for convenience.
  • Don’t forget about Target’s Cartwheel app (not just for food). You can save even more by using printable Target coupons that you can use WITH a manufacturer’s coupon.
  • Odds are you already subscribe via email to your favorite brands. Sometimes they send out coupons in their newsletter, like Organic Girl.
  • If you’re on facebook, most brands have a coupon tab on their page, like Dream products and So Delicious.
  • Whole Foods, Sprouts Market, and Earth Fare all have their own coupons that you can stack with a manufacturer’s coupon. {Check your store first}
  • If your favorite brands aren’t on facebook or don’t offer coupons on their site, don’t hesitate to send them an email asking (nicely) for them!

I hope this post helps you save money on your next grocery trip!


April 17, 2013 § Leave a comment

I totally forgot this blog existed.


I promise to write more.

God knows I need to, at least to keep the shred of sanity left.


Having two kids is hard hard work.

Neville: A Birth Story

June 12, 2012 § 2 Comments

brand new

brand new

Three weeks late, I know…

Monday the 21st started out like any other day. I got up and went to the restroom to pee… And that’s when I noticed that’s when I started spotting. No big deal, I thought. It’s totally normal at the end of your pregnancy. Didn’t think any of it until I came home after I dropped off the preschooler and having minor discomfort. Ten am rolls around and the contractions are twelve minutes apart.

At eleven after picking up Nattie, I start to panic because OMG I DIDN’T EVEN FINISH PACKING THE DAMN BAGA ND WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO!? And I still had Natalie’s bag to pack. My husband got home at noon and we dropped off Natalie at my aunt’s house and end up staying there for around five hours timing contractions and such.

My husband decides that it’s time to go to the hospital since the contractions are five minutes apart, even though I tell him it’s not time yet. So we make the almost half hour trip only to find out I’m only two cm dilated. They monitor my contractions for two hours and I only dilate ONE SINGLE CM so I was given the option to go home (eat) or stay, so we leave to go get burgers and head to my aunt’s house to wait out the contractions.

Ten pm rolls by and contractions are painful but I’m not in tears yet. The tears don’t come until two am because SON OF A BASILISK these contractions are breaking my bones apart and SHUT THE FRONT DOOR OF MORDOR is this what the Cruciatus Curse feels like? My husband is trying to be uber supportive by giving me back massages and asking me what he can do and all I picture myself doing is strangling him and blaming rage blackouts. The only place that is comfortable at this point is the cold bare floor and clawing my aunt’s cushions, rocking back and forth on my knees and crying my eyes out.

Right after two am is when my husband is losing his mind because he’s probably a mind reader and saw what I was doing to him in my head.

We get to the hospital at 2:40 or something (I’m not entirely sure because I was no longer tweeting) where I’m told that I’m 8cm dilated and if I had waited a bit more, I would probably have had a home birth and twenty minutes later at 3:03, Neville Andrew is born, 6 pounds and 9 ounces of pure cuteness, but not before MY WATER BREAKS AND IT ALL LANDS ON MY POOR HUSBAND’S FACE, HAIR, AND SHIRT.

And then we went from a family of three to a family of four and my heart swelled two times bigger.


May 18, 2012 § 1 Comment

My dearest Natalie,

Today you are five. It may not seem to be a huge deal to some people but to your daddy and I… it is a very big deal.

We remember the day you came into this world, the day we brought you home from the hospital, and the day your first laugh melted our hearts.

You never cease to amaze us with your kind, generous, loving, activist ways. The way you try and save animals. The way you get sad when you see a dying tree. You astound us with your love for all the things that grow.

There aren’t words to express how much you have changed our lives, the unconditional love we have for you, and how proud we are of each and every one of your accomplishments.

We love you so very much.

Happy birthday, sweet darling.

Teen Week 2012 – Words That Heal: You ARE Perfect #teenweek

March 27, 2012 § 6 Comments

I wanted to start off by saying something like “When I was a teenager, things were different. I was not bullied, or had body issues, and everyone was so very nice to me.” But I would have been wrong. Oh, so wrong. That’s why when my friend mentioned something about teen week on Twitter, I knew I had to link up with Mara from Medicinal Marzipan for Teen Week: Words That Heal.

I was a quirky kooky awkward teenager. And a really thin one, that wore double zero jeans. “Oh I wish my hips were like yours. I bet you have no trouble finding jeans that fit you.” is something I heard often. They were so wrong. If I didn’t find jeans in my size, I had to have them tailored. When people saw me eat in the cafeteria, they just assumed I would puke it out later. I was thin and I hated it. I loathed how thin I was. No matter how much I ate, I wouldn’t gain much. I hated it because I was constantly self-conscious people were staring at me to find yet another one of my flaws.

So you want to know where I started to eat my lunch? In the restroom. In the library, my home away from home. Outside by the art class I loved. Anywhere that people wouldn’t stare at me. I hated being stared at because I didn’t feel pretty. I felt ugly because of my “lack of curves”. Because I didn’t have a boyfriend when it seemed like the entire world did. You can’t let things that people say to you bring you down. You can’t let remarks like the ones that cut so very deeply, get to you. Because you’re stronger than that. Stop second guessing yourself, because guess what? You’re perfectly beautiful the way you are. Yes, even if you think you have the smallest boobs in your class. Yes, even if you have braces or a chipped tooth. Even with a few pimples. Even if your pants don’t fit you just so. Even with the scars you try to hide. Celebrate your body because every little part of you makes you YOU.

Body issues weren’t my only issues, unfortunately. I started to pull my hair. I had bald spots because I had Trichotillomania {a type of psychological condition that involves strong urges to pull hair} and didn’t know it yet. I was pulling from stress about everything going on with me. But not just for that reason. I also noticed that some of the hairs in my head weren’t perfect, just like I thought I wasn’t. The hairs that weren’t perceived beautiful and pretty and perfect by me? Were instantly pulled out. The little flaws I thought my hair had, were punished by being pulled out. This is something I still struggle with, even today. But I’m working on it, just like I’m working on loving myself more and more, because I am enough. I am perfectly beautiful just the way I am, I just wish someone had told me that when I was younger.

My advice? Smile at yourself in the mirror. Yes, even if you have to fake it at first. Because then? You’ll actually believe it. You’ll believe that you are perfect the way you are. Stop talking bad about yourself. Stop saying “I’m too fat. I hate my boobs. I don’t like my nose. I’m too ____.” Stop bullying yourself. Have the courage. You’re beautiful. Write notes to yourself and leave them in random places in your room, books, mirror. Own your quirkyness and kookyness. Listen to Pink’s Perfect, because she’s right, oh my god, so right. Or have Kurt and Blaine (from Glee) sing it to you. And play it over and over until it implants in your brain, if you don’t believe it just yet.

You’ll make it, I promise.

2 + 1 =

September 16, 2011 § 5 Comments


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Another One About #Trichotillomania

August 12, 2011 § 7 Comments

I’m going to get serious here for a little bit.

Self-harm comes up a lot in articles I’ve read about TTM (hair loss from compulsive pulling or twisting of the hair until it breaks off). WikiHow says “Trichotillomania can be considered a form of self-harm – even though it isn’t as talked about as other forms of self-injury. Like all forms of self-harm, Trichotillomania can become an addictive behavior“. I disagree because I am not doing it to harm myself, at least it’s not my intention to cause harm to myself. I’m not even aware that I’m pulling my hair out half of the time. I get that it’s a relief and sort of soothing when I pull, but it is so different. Like this post says “…But with hair pulling, yes I get a sort of build up of emotion but the hair pulling is done subconsciously.” and that’s what I’m trying to get at.We’re not pulling our hair because we want to harm ourselves, intentionally.

I suppose it may, I said MAY, be a mild case of self-harm for some people since sometimes I have bled pulling some hairs out. But that is usually, when I have bled, when I almost literally have to sit on my hands. I do not pull to see blood. I can see why people say that it is self-harm since I feel almost relieved after I pull. It also feels good. And some of my friends who have cut have told me that it feels good sometimes and they do it to release tension.

In my head, inside my brain, something goes off when my hand slides down hair strands and feels a coarse, thick, broken, or curly hair. My mind instantly tells my hand to pull it because it doesn’t belong there, sort of like a game of what doesn’t belong. Even on happy days, when I’m not feeling the least bit of depressed or almost no anxiety, I pull. But like this post says “There’s no denying that pulling out one’s hair is harmful to the body. It is indeed self-destructive. It can cause balding, bleeding, ingrown hairs, and worse. But that’s not why we do it.” And of course, TTM does cause that, which leads to me picking the ingrown hairs and scabs in my scalp that form. But then again, experts may not be so experts in this disorder and they just group it with whatever else. Since I’m not a licenced professional nor a psychiatrist, I cannot say. But that’s my take on it.

If you pull your hair or pick your skin, are you doing it because you want to harm yourself or because your brain tells you that something (a hair that I described above or a scab) doesn’t belong there?

Also, during the month of September and October I will be participating in something called a Hands Down-A-Thon to raise money for the Trichotillomania Learning Center. I created a fundraising group in hope that other bloggers out there who have Trichotillomania or Dermatillomania (and even if you don’t and just want to raise money with us!) can come together to raise money for a cause that is important. If you would like to support us, you can donate here. Feel free to spread the word through facebook, tumblr, twitter, email or whatever you want, I would appreciate it so much.

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