Meal Plan Monday–21 October, 2013

Hey guys, welcome to a new week!  I have been so busy working on moving my website over from www.bunnycates.com to www.wearewordnerds.com that I really haven’t even thought about posting on this blog!  The move is done though, so now it is time to work out “kinks” and get myself on some type of posting schedule.  See, I even bought a date planner.  All official like.

Hopefully, I can get onto a good posting schedule for this blog.  I am thinking Mon, Wed, and Fri… We’ll just have to see what happens. If there are any fun “weekly memes out there that you LOVE, let me know in the comments, please!   If you are into books and reading and all that, make sure you subscribe to www.wearewordnerds.com  That is my book site/blog.

As for this Monday, welp, how about my meal plan for the week.  I’m going to try to start getting my grocery shopping DONE on Sunday, that way I can include a “what it costs” section to my plan, but I feel like poop today so that isn’t going to happen this week.  I can tell you what I plan on cooking though!

Monday

• Beef stew (recipe on MarthaStewart.com)
• Rolls

Tuesday (Jesse is cooking)

Jesse keeps telling me how amazing of a cook he is.  This week, I have decided to test that statement.  He is beaming at the thought of me trying his “home made mac-n-cheese” because he *hates* “the boxed stuff”.  Ok, Sir.  Here is your chance, wow me.

• Pork Chops
• Black eyed peas
• Mashed Potatoes
• Home made Mac-n-cheese
• Rolls

Wednesday

• Frugal Chili (My Recipe here)

Thursday *new recipe night!*

One of the *perks* of getting divorced….  Getting to try new recipes!  I found this one online, and am dying to try it!  I love penne and I love LOVE spinach, so…

• Beefy Spinach Penne (Recipe on JoyfulHomemaking.com)
• Garlic Mozerella Toast

Friday

• Fend fo’ yo’self

Saturday

I have no idea what to cook this weekend.  We’ve been being so busy on the weekends lately, that even planning for Fri & Sat at all seems like a waste of time.  So I think this weekend, we’ll just be winging it and seeing what happens.

• UNDECIDED (wing it)

Sunday

Breakfast for dinner!

• Biscuits

• Sausage Gravy

• Scrambled Eggs

• Bacon

My grocery budget for this week is $180. I hope I can hit it because literally, that is all the money I have. LOL….  I am desperately trying to figure out how to get my weekly total DOWN, because my funds are so limited ATM.  So if you have any tips, please share them!

Thanks for reading, guys.
~B

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Throw back Thursday and being 40

Yesterday, I turned 40.

As for the day itself, it really just felt like any other day.  I got TWO birthday cards this year. Yep, just two.  And one of them was from Marlboro with cigarette coupons in it.  I’m not a smoker.  I felt like they were saying “Go ahead and smoke, Bunny. You’re so old now that you’ll be long gone before the cancer can take ya.”

Thanks Marlboro.

I blame facebook.  Everyone says HAPPY BIRTHDAY on facebook, so they don’t have to put any thought into picking out a card that actually SAYS SOMETHING.  I got a ton of Happy Birthday messages on the facebook and twitter.  But that is all they said “Happy Birthday!”, Im sure that was copy and pasted to all the other birthday people listed on the friends list.  So I just copied and pasted “THANK YOU!” in return. 

It felt lonely.

I don’t think I look 40, but I definitely feel it.  I feel old and run down.  I imagine this is how crack heads or drunks feel.  I feel dirty and like I haven’t had more than a few hours sleep in weeks. I have to stop moving to concentrate on anything.  Rethink things to make sure I am thinking about them the right way.  Reel myself in, when I start “blowing things out of proportion” or letting my imagination “fill in the blanks” to give me “worst case scenario”.  I have serious trust issues and a whole slew of complicated things I can’t talk to anyone about yet.

No, I’m not going crazy.  I am just tired.  I’m officially OLD.  And I am depressed. 

My divorce STILL isn’t finalized.  My ex, bless his heart, is such a douche. It disgusts me.  I’m not even disgusted with HIM, I am disgusted with myself.  How in the HELL did I convince myself he was a good man? How did I ever let myself live such a “lie”?  It is really kind of sad.  Now that I am out of that relationship, I can see how bad it was.  When I was IN IT, though… That is just the “way it is” and it was acceptable- How it was “supposed” to be.

*sigh*

The day I filed for food stamps – my ex messaged me to tell me he was buying a house with the woman he cheated on me with.  Really?  I ate my pride and filed for food stamps, because without them- we cant get by….and he gets to buy a HOUSE with his girlfriend?  REALLY?

That didn’t rub salt enough, I guess, because I got my first food stamps on Oct 8th.  ($111 for the month for a family of 3, yeah….) On October 11th, he shorted me $110 in child support.  Yep, that just happened.  Apparently, food stamps aren’t to help us get by, they are to lessen the amount he pays. 

I can’t wait to have this divorce DONE and all down in PAPERWORK, all nice and legal like. Binding.

Yesterday,my 40th birthday, was the first time in my LIFE that I wasn’t awoken between 6 – 7 am, by my Granny calling to wish me Happy Birthday. 

Up until today, when I awoke and realized my Granny didn’t call me on my birthday, I felt like she wasn’t really sick with the Alz. 

But Granny missed my birthday. 

If you knew anything about my Gran, you would know she NEVER misses her babies birthdays. NEVER. It is just a given that if you are in our family – on your birthday, that annoying ass phone will ring LONG before you are ready to get up.  And you will answer it, because you know it is Granny.  Calling to tell you she loved you and didn’t forget your birthday.  You will sit and talk on the phone for an hour.  WIth your eyes closed, because you are so tired and not ready to get up.  But that is Granny and you will not deny her being the first one to wish you happy birthday.

Yesterday, my phone didn’t ring.  Not once.

Today, I know that the Alz is real. And as I type this with tears rolling down my cheeks, I miss my Granny more than anything.  And I worry that someday, my kids or grandkids will be typing this exact same kind of post on a blog or whatever people do then, about me.

Happy birthday, Me.  You are 40.  You are now a grown up.  And it sucks.