I write for money. I'm broke a lot.

Also? Colin Firth could get it.


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Packing our lunches for a day out. Kiddo gets a train-shaped sandwich. Mommy gets bread crust and a GALLON OF COFFEE.

Packing our lunches for a day out. Kiddo gets a train-shaped sandwich. Mommy gets bread crust and a GALLON OF COFFEE.

Dawn and I were instructed to share our Cokes with each other.

We were missing a Heather :(

Dawn and I were instructed to share our Cokes with each other.

We were missing a Heather :(

As a reward for sticking with my running I bought myself these $100 running shoes. Also because my old shoes were falling apart.

Except, hello, I don’t have $100 to be spending on running shoes. So I had to get the ones on sale. The bright orange ones that nobody wants instead of the pretty pink ones I really wanted. These were 40% off. So a $100 pair of shoes became a $60 pair.

Then I used my Shopkick points to get $25 more off. Have you heard the Shopkick word? It’s an app for your iPhone. You get points for walking into Target and Old Navy and some other stores. Because I’m broke, I will spend a day at the mall just walking into stores, getting my points, then walking right back out. You also get points for scanning select items with your phone. You can then turn all these points into gift cards.

Listen, I have no pride. I will wear ugly running shoes for the sake of my plantar fascia and I will spend a day at Target scanning lip gloss with my phone so I can get a $100 pair of shoes for under $40.

And that’s how I ended up with fancy new shoes, y’all. That’s how I did it.

As a reward for sticking with my running I bought myself these $100 running shoes. Also because my old shoes were falling apart.

Except, hello, I don’t have $100 to be spending on running shoes. So I had to get the ones on sale. The bright orange ones that nobody wants instead of the pretty pink ones I really wanted. These were 40% off. So a $100 pair of shoes became a $60 pair.

Then I used my Shopkick points to get $25 more off. Have you heard the Shopkick word? It’s an app for your iPhone. You get points for walking into Target and Old Navy and some other stores. Because I’m broke, I will spend a day at the mall just walking into stores, getting my points, then walking right back out. You also get points for scanning select items with your phone. You can then turn all these points into gift cards.

Listen, I have no pride. I will wear ugly running shoes for the sake of my plantar fascia and I will spend a day at Target scanning lip gloss with my phone so I can get a $100 pair of shoes for under $40.

And that’s how I ended up with fancy new shoes, y’all. That’s how I did it.

throwback thursday...

ohhelloholly:

to the girl who HATED dodge ball and would turn away from the ball as it hurled itself towards my small face…

to the girl who could never master the ladder bars…let go?? are you kidding me??

to the girl who only played 8th grade softball to impress a boy…and then got left off…

Ditto

"Listen, we can’t be pulling our penis out in the middle of the living room."

Thus begins my day.

I love being a mom. I hate it sometimes, too. But even when I hate it, I love it.

Progress!

Last 5K goal: under 45 minutes
Actual time: 44:40

This 5K goal: under 40 minutes
Actual time: 39:29

And I know that’s still slow. I came in 63rd out of 70 in my age group. But it’s progress. And I ran the whole way. And I feel really good.

And I have muscles like whoa!

Brandon answered my phone today

Telemarketer: Um, hello…?

Brandon: I went to see trains.

Telemarketer: Hello?

Brandon: I went to see trains today.

Telemarketer: …

Brandon: Trains.

Telemarketer: *click*

"Magic in the Moonlight"

10 word movie review:

It just went on and on…

I had to pee.

Some Updates

Regarding my dad’s situation:

His hearing has been scheduled for September 8th. Hopefully it won’t get pushed back again. Hopefully his lawyer can finally present all the evidence and the case will get thrown out. Hopefully we can move forward. Hopefully, hopefully, hopefully…

In the meantime, my dad has found a job thanks to the help of some friends. It’s a repair job that requires him to be away from my mom for weeks at a time. It’s a job, and for that we are all grateful.

I want to thank everyone again for your thoughts, messages, and support. There is no perfect life, as far as I know. Everyone is faced with tough times. One thing I’ve learned is that hard times are made easier with the help of friends and good-hearted strangers.

I thought long and hard about saying the following. In the end I decided that it needed to be addressed, if for no other reason than my peace of mind. I’ve been alerted to some negative comments attached to some reblogs of my original post about my dad. I haven’t seen them myself. I don’t want to. But Ken gave me the gist (and even responded to one of them) and I wanted to say something and then let it die.

If you think that what happened to my dad is impossible, that it could never happen to you or your loved ones, that any judge would never have allowed someone innocent to be incarcerated in the first place, then God bless you for never having had the misfortune to learn how our justice system works first-hand. If you are accused of a crime, the police bring you in for questioning and you are subsequently arrested at their discretion. The cops that handled my dad’s case did not conduct an investigation, a fact that will (hopefully) come to light at my dad’s trial.

I was going to say more, but I think my family has done enough defending against false accusations and I’m frankly kind of done. I don’t want to focus on a handful of negative, hurtful, or spiteful comments. I would rather fill my heart and posts with gratitude. And friendship. And hope for what lies ahead.

I was trying to take a picture of my mom jeans but someone keeps head-butting me in the butt. Butt-butting me. With his head.

Whatever my mom jeans are the bomb.

I was trying to take a picture of my mom jeans but someone keeps head-butting me in the butt. Butt-butting me. With his head.

Whatever my mom jeans are the bomb.