Tag Archives: Shopping

The Best Medicine

3 Mar

Of course we’ve all heard the saying “Laughter is the best medicine”. Studies have shown that laughter does indeed reduce the level of stress hormones such as cortisol, epinephrine and dopamine as well as increasing the levels of good hormones such as endorphins as well as antibody-producing cells and makes your T-cells more effective. It’s also a pretty nice physical workout. When you laugh it causes you to excercise your diaphram and contract your abdominal muscles. It’s good for the heart in both the physical sense and the spiritual sense.

As nice as that is, in my case I don’t agree that it’s the best medicine. For me, there is no better medicine than a new pair of shoes.

A gift from my fantastic husband

My dosage this time has 4-inch heels and leopard print. Just what the doctor ordered.


Blog FAIL!

23 Mar

Wow I can’t believe the superior amount of failure that I’ve exhibited on this blog lately. I’d love to tell you that the reason for no updates is that my life has been so full and exciting and busy…but that’s just not the case.

There’s been nothing worth blogging about.

Really. It’s been horribly boring here. I didn’t want to come here and bore you all with my whining about lack of sleep, headaches, sinus troubles and backaches. I’ve been sticking pretty close to home because until this past week our weather has been wretched and going outside is the bottom of my priority list.

Last week the weather took did a full 180…it’s SPRING here in Central Newfoundland now! Snow is melting at a crazy rate, the sun is shining, the temperatures are climbing and green grass is starting to sprout. I’ve been living for this ever since the first snowfall. I am NOT a winter person.

I did manage to get the boys out to get haircuts. Allow me to show you before and after.


My little sheepdogs trying to stop Daddy from going to work.

Yeah, yeah I know. It was pretty bad.


What is UP with those expressions?!

Much much better! Who knew they had eyes under all that hair?!

We also bought a couple of things for the little Bumblebee that is still as of yet gender-unknown to us. I feel awful that I haven’t done more, but it’s so hard to shop for a baby whose sex is a mystery. The selection of gender-neutral stuff in this town is terrible. So this is what we’ve come up with so far.

We LOVE to read at this house.

“Guess How Much I Love You?” is a book that we’re already reading to the baby. I’m sure Bumblebee knows already how much we and his or her brothers love them.

Daddy chose this one

I sure hope that (s)he inherits Daddy’s artistic talent instead of Mommy’s if this is the case. Mommy’s only artistic forté is drawing stick people in compromising situations. (Long story. Maybe I’ll tell you someday, but don’t hold your breath.)

My next purchase for this baby is a Guns N Roses onesie, I swear. Gotta start them early!

Look for a post on Thursday, March 25. We finally get an ultrasound and I’m sure I’ll be full of blog-ness on that day! Maybe I’ll even reveal my secret project!

The Tale of a (Grocery) Shopaholic

26 Sep

Johnny and I have had to budget much more carefully since moving into our new house. It’s significantly more expensive than our rent at the downstairs apartment that we lived in before, so some things have had to be put on the back burner and others have to be higher priority. We’ve also had to be much more careful about our grocery expenses.

Now here’s the thing. I love grocery shopping. Most people I know hate it. My sister Linda, for example, would rather be attacked by a pack of rabid wolves than have to make a supermarket excursion. I adore it. I can spend far more time perusing the spice section than shopping for new shoes. (That may also explain why I buy new sneakers about once every four years…) I like grocery shopping and trying new recipes and I have an awful time sticking to a budget when it comes to food. I’ll go into the supermarket with a $200 limit and walk out with $280 worth of groceries. I’m just terrible.

So today my parents are in town and my daddy offers to watch Hayden (Aka: The Child Who Wants…) while Mom and I take Silas and James shopping with us. Before Johnny leaves for work he gives me The Look and says “There’s a $200 cheque on top of the refrigerator.”


So off I go to the supermarket…and I find sales. Sales are good, right? No. For me, sales are BAD. Sales mean I buy way more than I need in the name of maybe saving 20 cents next month. Meat is on sale! It was like…Meat Christmas! Chicken! Pork! Beef! All on sale! So I started loading up my cart. Oh look! Cheese is on sale too! And cereal! And yogurt!

I headed to the checkout with a sinking feeling. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

When I was given my final total, my jaw practically hit the floor. I’d spent roughly $125. So $75 came home in my wallet! And our freezer is half full…there’s enough meat for next month too!

I’m pretty darn proud. Maybe I have learned something about this budgeting thing after all…and maybe sales aren’t so bad after all!