Back To School Challenge

Please excuse the language on the meme.. I couldn’t help myself!

Summer is halfway over and the stores are already having back to school sales.. 

And I love it.. 

I’m a bit of a geek.. I love getting new pencils and notepads.. I seriously loved back to school shopping as a kid. LOVED. Even after I graduated high school I had to stock up on things even if I didn’t NEED them… just to keep the back to school spirit alive.  I realize that it’s nothing more than another way to exploit consumers.. but I am a willing consumer who will spent $$$ even though I have plenty of decent pencils… NO SHAME HERE… 

When my kids started school I was excited because that meant I could pass on my fervor for back to school shopping….It would forever become a family tradition to get them geared up and excited for school!!!!

Then I found out that their school provides all their supplies excluding a backpack and lunch bag… 

<insert sad face yet happy wallet>

We went to the store the other day and we passed the back to school shopping sales. I seriously squealed like a kid at Christmas… 

But since we don’t NEED anything for school…I was conflicted……….

I decided to make a fun challenge out the experience along with getting to snag a few things. After all.. I am going back to school too.. I actually did need a few things! 

I told the kids they each had $15 they could spend for upcoming school supplies. I wouldn’t judge what they were, but that it should be practical because I wouldn’t be buying them any more supplies for school. 

Here’s how we made out:

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We did learn a few things in bartering too.. For instance.. I got erasable pens.. I traded two of them for half of my son’s note cards. My daughter gave my son one of her tiny spiral notebooks just for being nice to her…

So all in all we had fun and I got a back to school shopping fix.. Win/win! 

 If you have $15 (or equivalent currency) to spare and you want to join our back to school challenge..send a pic of your purchases to Ninjasinstitches@yahoo.com and I’ll feature you in a back to school post! 

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The D-Word

My husband is out to sea (shocker right?… it is after all what his job is)… 

We had some issues with family peeps violating OPSEC (my hands are clean… that’s all I’m saying) Someone mentioned the length of how long hubby was going to be gone on facebook and that it was a deployment… 

AGH! Thanks to my working nights and being glued to facebook I caught it and had the person take it down in less than 10 minutes (yes I know… nothing on facebook is ever really gone) 

But you know what REALLY bugged me about it?

The fact the person labeled it as a deployment…..

I am fully aware it is a weird thing to get all bent of out shape about.. but I spent less time explaining how the length of time was not to be disclosed and more time of how it’s not a deployment….

Then my husband’s sister called it a deployment too a few days later… 

Inwardly I wanted to cry. PLEASE DO NOT CALL IT A DEPLOYMENT! 

It caused me to wonder just why is calling it deployment instead of an underway? As the wife, other than a time difference, my role largely stays the same. The only thing I could think of is that deployments sound scary. <~ Which means I am little more than a coward! 

I usually have a deployment flash back period every May. My husband’s first deployments always began in May and I cry about the ordeal my family was put through. (which really…wasn’t that much of an ordeal… but if you haven’t noticed by now that I can be very dramatic sometimes: you’ve been made aware now) I think of missed moments and having to overcome issues on my own and it takes me a few days to rememeber that I’m a bad ass woman who can get through ANYTHING. 

The very idea of my husband being on a deployment causes me to panic. I had a minor panic attack while driving to work thinking of the sub today. Thinking about how subs go down.. but what if something happens and they just sink and don’t come back up?! What if they are never found and they all just die on the bottom of the ocean on either lack of air or starvation. I started thinking of every single poor smuck on that damn sub and how all of them have families like my own.. Then I think of my husband’s good friend on a different sub and if something happened to ANY of the subs in our area it would effect us. 

Ok Faithie take a chill pill…….

I have become one of the model submariner wives.. The cool woman who is as salty as her husband and just rolls with the punches with grace. I am strong and independant have no outwardly signs of weakness. I don’t lament about missing my husband and I don’t put it out there that I can’t sleep without him at home. Being this role model for especially the younger set of women, I’m highly aware that I play a small part in them getting through the day. (haha ok Faithie.. you’re not that important) So I have to stay strong…

But even the strongest of them have moments when they feel they’re going to falter…………

So yeah… please no more forcing my husband to deploy faster than he needs to.. Let’s all pretend that underways are happy vacations for the men and that they are safe and sound and out of harms way… Thanks in advance for never uttering the D-Word again. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Till Death….

You sure lost in the parent lottery, but glad you are making the best of it. Just keep on pushing forward. I know you will. ~ My Aunt Debbie in a conversation to me today. 

I don’t discuss my childhood often. Mostly beause I have this mentality that it wasn’t really that bad. There’s loads of people who probably had it way worse and I hold onto that like a lifeline when people start talking about when they were a kid. Sometimes, when I’m stupid and decide to go down memory lane………..

I wonder how I turned out being ok…..Seriously.. how did I turn into a fuctional human being?  

My parents hate each other. Like throwing knives and stealing money to make the other suffer kind of hate. One thing they’ve made clear, that their only goal relating to each other is to outlive the other. It’s the ONE thing they actually agree on.. When you mention one to the other.. that’s what they say.. Oh I’m gunna outlive him/her if it’s the last thing I do. 

My mother was hospitalized for congestive heart failure and a flare up of her COPD (which she didn’t even know she had because she hasn’t been to a doctor in 13 years). It’s why I’ve been working so much at the hotel.. because if I don’t work her shifts they’ll hire someone else to do it and she won’t have a job to go back to if she can. Now she’s strapped on oxygen and on top of working I have to take care of her like she’s another child. 

Then on Friday I received a call from my Aunt Debbie about my father. Apparently he has prostate cancer that was diagnosed months ago. But he not only didn’t tell anyone, but he has refused any kind of medical treatment. He is almost literally on his death bed… 

And rather than digest the information about my father dying… I laugh… I seriously laugh that they are at the point of racing each other to death……..