Sunday, January 15, 2012

"coupon buzz"

Lately, due to popularity of the TLC show "Extreme Couponing" it seems everyone is trying their hands at what it must feel like to buy carts full of groceries for little to no cost!! I mean what better feeling to leave a grocery store having spent less than 5% on your entire purchase--- EXCEPT-- how about leaving a grocery store knowing that you are providing the absolute best possible nutrition for you and your family not worried about the total at the register but about the lifelong cost and impact you are no doubtibly going to encounter due to your feeding your body complete and total GARBAGE!!! This show absolutely kills me. I have watched two episodes, and have seen numerous commercials, and I can say that I am utterly disgusted at these people---let's just start off by calling them what they really are, organized hoarders. I mean really, that's what it is--- they are so totally out of control with their disorders that they could care less about what they are buying, but only care that they are buying it for no monetary cost. Case in point... One of the two episodes I watched featured a lady that already had enough "food" in the house to last months, but because of her hoarding disease and sought after, thrill-induced high, she just had to go buy more so called food. At one point in the store, she began filling her cart with boxes and boxes of instant potatoes--- really? Because let's face it, everyone needs to fill their bodies, arteries, internal organs, and other important vessels with instant potatoes. Have you ever thought what exactly boxed potatoes are and what is done to them to allow them to be instant? Let me enlighten you-- among other things, instant potatoes contain a chemical called BHA which is a carcinogen(heard of those before?) Also, did you know that a home remedy for killing or getting rid of mice is to use instant potatoeS? Now, I promise that I know almost nothing about medical testing and drug trials and things like that, but don't we use mice to test medicines and such for later-on human use? So, am I correct to say that it could be probable that a substance used for killing mice just might cause some harm to the human body. It's just a bit of common reasoning. Also, have you ever made instant potatoes? I have not, but I watched them being made once before, and observed that if you do not continually stir these at a fast and steady rate, they will harden to a cement like substance. Isn't it likely that these could harden to cement inside your body? Anyways, I just hate all of these "easy" foods out there! Take a minute aNd mash some real potatoes people! Seriously! You have no idea how this boils my blood, and even worse is that the lady from the show has children she planned to feed this crap to! After seeing this, I seriously considered mailing her money to go buy her poor children a real potato with instructions on how to clean, boil, and mash it! It may seem like they are doing a great and miraculous thing by getting groceries for no money, but they are not! Food is not something you cut the budget for. How about cutting out cable tv or that extra gym membership you use twice a year. Now those are things worth cutting out, but not the life support of your future--- food is important!!!

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Look who's back at it...

I realized when I first started this little foresight into my personal thoughts and notable occurrences, that I would never keep up with it like all other good "bloggers" do. It's just not an easy task for me to sit and type on a computer for long periods if time. I have several other practical excuses like my lack of a computer due to it being dropped on the floor and cracked and my lack of any personal time due to me taking a job---yes, that's right, I've entered into the job world, which is a post in and of itself. Any how, my life has since become a manic juggling act that finds itself torn in twenty-five thousand different directions. Unfortunately, I feel that some areas are lacking, and that I am unable to devote myself 100% to anything, but as long as I am able to maintain some sort of constant flow and a tiny peice of sanity, then I'm doing what needs to be done. I have a ton on my mind lately and hope to get it all typed out on this lovely little public journal.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Turns out school work makes for good blog posts!!

 
 
 
Monicah Brumfield​​​​​​​​    April 3, 2011
Silent Treatment Daily Routine​​​​           ​        Sign 2- T/Th 4:00
Can the use of ear plugs allow me to sympathize with a deaf person?  Truth is that I, being of complete and total hearing capabilities, will never be able to fully understand or internalize what a deaf individual experiences in his or her daily life.  I can hear.  I have been able to my whole life.  My baby’s laughs, the church bells at 3:00 every afternoon from my front porch, and even Sara Remirez’s rendition of “Running on Sunshine” on last week’s Grey’s Anatomy are all things that I enjoy hearing.  I have no way of fully encompassing the loss of this miraculous ability to hear.  Saying that I now have an understanding after participating in an experiment would be completely false.  I can say, however, that what I do understand from the experience is that this notion of feeling sorry for people who what we consider to be “disabled” simply because they are deaf is complete and total crap(can I even say “crap” in a college paper).  Deaf people are not to be felt sorry for.  They live.  They communicate.  They are strong individuals who do not want or need our sympathy.  Hearing is an amazing blessing that I am thankful for every day; however, being deaf does not mean that one’s life is any less blessed.
​My experience began when I arrived at drop-off at my children’s preschool.  I inserted the ear plugs and began to carry on with my normal rituals.  Lunch boxes, backpacks, and children in hand, I entered the building as normal.  Something that was on my mind throughout the walk inside, was the fact that I was not able to weigh the level of my own voice.  Since I never, ever want to cause attention to myself and whispering or shouting would most definitely do so, I chose to speak very little.  I could at this point see why a deaf person would choose not to speak that often.  A deaf person cannot hear himself speak, and he cannot judge the strength of his own voice.  To keep from shouting at everyone inappropriately, I would just prefer not to speak at all.  
 I continued on to my next stop, only to be smiled at once, which I assumed was reaction to noticing the ear plugs in my ears and that person thinking it was silly.  My next thought, as it related to the deaf community, was, “how do deaf people feel about being smiled at or stared at?”  I have to be honest, when I see people signing with one another, I do stare.  Mostly I stare to see if I am able to notice what they are saying, but I do stare nonetheless.  I mentioned before that I do not like bringing attention to myself, so being stared at is something I would never get used to.  
​My last and probably most memorable thought was in regards to everyone apologizing for having to repeat themselves.  These people have done no wrong, why are they constantly telling me they are sorry?  This made me think of the world’s desire to be “sorry” for things they know nothing about.  This is something I have witnessed from professionals diagnosing a deaf child by telling the parents, “I am so sorry, but your child is deaf,” or from friends telling other friends after hearing of their child being diagnosed with a hearing impairment, “I am so sorry.  Is there anything I can do?”  Why are we all sorry for deafness?  If nothing else, this experience has opened my eyes to how one simple phrase can forever change the perception of what it means to be deaf.  As a future professional in the speech and hearing sciences field, I vow to never tell the parents of a deaf child that I am sorry but to encourage them to embrace the diagnosis and grow in knowledge in every way possible.  

Monday, March 28, 2011

I will "Rock" the minivan!

I began the search for a new vehicle almost two months ago when I decided that my current vehicle is just too big for someone of my tiny stature.  This has taken longer than usual for two very distinctive reasons, one being the fact that we NEVER buy brand new vehicles because of the immediate loss in value the very second it is moved off the lot--I will let someone else take that hit and proudly drive a practically new, one-year-old vehicle, and the other reason being my expensive, precise, and never-satisfied taste---I know that there is something out there that I will love, and when I find it, I will know!  Which leads me to my latest finds.  After tedious and time consuming research, I found a few vehicles that I really love, that are within budget, and meet all of my requirements of satisfaction.  So being merely satisfied with the narrowing down of my choices, imagine my surprise that when I was driving down the highway and spotted a very interesting vehicle for sale, I pulled over to check it out.  Now, I don't know whether it was the extremely shiny veneer, or the sporty body shape that lured me in, but wow, was I ever shocked that I was actually taking sweet, precious time to stop and look at a--yes folks---a minivan!!  Now, no offense to anyone who drives one, it is just one of those things that I swore, "I would never do," which, since motherhood has consumed me, is slowly becoming a smaller and smaller list!  So as I step out of my obnoxiously high vehicle, I begin walking towards this incredibly shiny, black minivan and immediately see that it is not too old and definitely within the price range.  I cup my hands around my eyes and push my head to the window and check out the inside---sunroof, beautiful leather, rear entertainment, and a whole variety of features that are a "must" on my list.  I step back and thoroughly examine the outside, all the while thinking, "can I really see myself in this?"  And that's when I notice the most incredible feature of all, this is so completely easy to get in and out of with my kiddies...they can easily step right into it, as can I.  This minivan is awesome and I will totally "rock it out!"  I haven't made my decision yet, but there is something to be said when designer shoes and sports cars are replaced with designer strollers and minivans:)

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Can I please just shave my legs?

There are few luxuries in life when you are mom to two little ones and in school full time fighting for a spot in graduate school, and by luxuries of course I mean instances such enough time to actually get your hair washed in a three day period or when you finally find the time to go and pee because, like a four-year-old that is too busy playing, you haven't taken the time to go relieve yourself of excess bodily fluids, and you would actually find toilet paper on the perfectly coordinated rubbed bronze paper holder and not across the room on the floor and you wouldn't have to to yell, "can someone please get me the toilet paper?"  Ah, yes, luxuries.  Today it seemed that I would get to experience the luxury of having shaved legs so that I may wear my cute little shorts as apposed to jogging pants, again. So,  I go into the bathroom and prop my leg onto the sink and begin the simple yet tedious act that every fourteen year old girl partakes in on a daily basis.  Just as I began to think that maybe I would make it through the entire process, there it comes, that pitter-patter of tiny running feet that starts off as a distant rumble but quickly turns into an obnoxious roar and then bursts through the bathroom door.  Doing everything I can to keep from falling and trying to maintain my sanity while being consumed with running, chasing, shouting, pulling, and "mommy whatcha doing," I finally exclaimed, "can I please just shave my legs!?"  Finally, Matt makes it in to take the kids into the other room so that I may finish, and it hits me--shaving legs is something else to add to shelf of "has to wait to kids are asleep." Truth is I would have rather been chasing and running around with the kids than trying to rush through shaving my legs.  Just another metaphoric look into the frazzledness of our lives...no time for simple luxuries, just time for living!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

HCG, P90X, and the countdown to the beach season!

Once January rolls around, we all start sweating those added pounds the holidays brings us, and begin looking to the future of sunshine, coconut oil, and poolside margaritas, well at least I do anyways! I love winter season, don't get me wrong, but once the holidays are over, I am ready to break out the shorts and strapless bra.  This is around the time that I start off my tanning and introduce some sort of exercise routine.  Last year I was especially proud of my "abs" that I worked so vigorously on, and this year I can only hope to get back to that point.  I am also hoping to do something with my legs and tone up my arms a bit, which leads me to P90X.  I think I may be able to squeeze in a night time routine at home, and I know that if I can just stick to it for a few days I will be hooked.  Of course I have been planning all of this out for weeks now, as I do with everything.  I had everything figured out--when I needed to start to be finished in time, what time of day I would do each activity, and, not surprisingly, I researched the heck out of it to make sure it was worth my time!  All of this talk of exercise and "hot bathing suit bodies" made Matt start thinking of how he was going to look standing next to me and sparked a fire under him as well.  He decided that he wanted to lose a few pounds before we started the P90X, thus leading him to the HCG diet.  He had a great experience with this diet last year and knew that he could drop twenty or more pounds in a mere six weeks if he followed the protocol correctly.  If you have not heard of this diet, I am here to enlighten you.  I first heard of this diet several years ago, but I simply did not pay it much attention.  Then my friend Kelly started speaking of the diet that her husband tried and had success with, and it didn't take me long to begin my own research of it.  It was invented, or discovered rather, by a doctor by the name of Dr. A. Simeons in 1954, and then later discussed by Kevin Trudeau in one of his books.  I read both books before Matt began this diet last year, and honestly the reasoning is just plain brilliant!  To sum it up, our bodies need calories for survival, right?  If our bodies are deprived of sufficient amounts of calories, we go into "starvation mode," which tells our bodies to turn to our stored fat supply.  Our bodies ultimately absorb the excess fat that our body has stored up, thus making us lose weight.  It is honestly like instant lipo!  The HCG, a potent hormone produced during pregnancy, is the extra little shot to the metabolism that allows one to maintain sanity while on a very low calorie diet plan, 500 calories a day to be exact.  Now before you say, "well of course you lose weight by only consuming 500 cal a day, anyone will do that, you are starving yourself," I will tell you this, with the help of the HCG, you are not starving yourself, you are actually living off close to 2000 or more cal a day, you just are not eating them.  Every time your body absorbs the fat you have stored, you are receiving all of those calories, vitamins, and minerals, just as if you had eaten them!!!  Genius, right!  I mean Dr. Simeons seriously believed it to be the "cure" for obesity, as do I.  After the third week of the diet, your body's metabolic function readjusts and you are set for life, assuming that you followed his protocol exactly.  It is a pretty tedious diet; you have to weigh your food exactly and only have about ten options to choose from, but it seriously is only six weeks and you are done!  I mean who can't stick with something for six weeks, seriously?  Matt has been doing it for three weeks and has almost reached his goal of thirty pounds.  Once he is there, he can finish up the last phase early, and then it's on to P90X!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Baby boys will melt your hearts

Everyone knows that I love everything about having a little girl, I love huge hair bows, smocked bishops, ballet lessons, cheerleading, princess movies, and the list can seriously go on forever!  I love that my first baby was a little girl and honestly, I hope that my next baby is a little girl as well.  When I found out that I was pregnant for the second time, I knew that I wanted to wait and hear those exciting little words, "It's a boy(or girl)!"  There are so few surprises in life and why not enjoy one of the greatest surprises ever!  What an amazing ending-- to deliver my baby and pull him up to discover that he was in fact a little boy.  It is now, that my little Shep-man is approaching two years old that I know how heart-warming it is to be the mother of a little boy.  There is just something so meaningful behind every little moment with this little guy.  He is rougher and tougher than Chrimson ever was.  He runs, jumps, climbs, shouts, throws anything that remotely looks like a ball, and is--pardon the cliche--"all boy!"  But, when I am holding this wonderfully smushy little angel-puff, and he reaches up and puckers those little, tiny, baby lips up and plants a sweetly moistened baby smooch on me, I just melt!  He and I have invented this little game that only we can play:  I say, "give me a kiss," and he says as he swats his hand, "unhhh(which is kind of like a grunted no sound)." We repeat this process several times until sporadically he grabs my cheeks and finally gives me a kiss and huge hug.  It is a surprise for me every time!!  I LOVE this game.  I have big plans for this little guy, and I hope to teach him everything that he needs to know to grow into a wonderful young man.