The Hunk got a wonderful little booklet of Target coupons. After clipping coupons out of three newspaper inserts last week, I have SO many coupons just waiting to be joined with a store coupon. Thankfully, I matched coupons today and many of the store coupons (SQ) The Hunk got matched wonderfully with the manufacturer coupons (MQ).
So off to Target I went today to stock up on household supplies. I saved ALMOST $30!!!
Ok, here's what went down. I learned a couple things from my first major couponing trip.
Diapers:
19.99
-2.00 catalina (this are the ones that print from the register)
-1.00 MQ
=17.99 (box of 86)
Glade cashmere woods air freshener (smells SO good)
$2.79
-1.00 SQ (is that the right abbreviation for store coupon?)
-1.00 MQ
=.78
Tide Stain Release
$5.99
-1.00 SQ
-.75 MQ
= 4.24 never used this product before, but Lil Bit has been very rough on her clothes as of late, and I'm hoping this stuff helps remove fingerpaint and ink....ugh.
Bounce Dryer bar
$5.99
-3.00 MQ
=2.99
Bertoli Frozen Dinner
$5.99
-1.50 MQ
=4.49 EASY dinner for a night when we're exhausted or for The Hunk and Lil Bit while I am in class
Axe Shower Jel
3.49 for 2 using BOGO MQ
Degree Clinical Stregnth Deodorant
6.89
-1.00 SQ
-2.00 MQ
=3.89
Schick Extreme 8ct
8.99
-1.00 SQ
-5.00 MQ !! this one was exciting lol
=2.99
Crest Pro Health Toothpaste
2.99
-1.00 SQ
=1.99
Should have gotten another dollar off but apparently it didn't actually scan....grrr......didn't catch it.
Ziploc Bags
2.33 x 2 boxes = 4.66
- .75
-.1.50
=2.41 or 1.20 per box
Total OOP $41.77
SAVED $29.36 using coupons and sales!!!
Then I went to the grocery store and got $75 worth of food for $53. All in all, a very good day! I have over $50 extra in the bank this week.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
MFW is going frugal.... Lesson 1: Stacking Coupons
Watch out, world! I've decided to learn the ways of "Couponing", and it totally just clicked in my brain!
I've tried in the past to use coupons, but I found that it really didn't save as much money as I'd hoped. However, I found a "Coupon Newbies" group on www.babycenter.com to show me the "proper" way to "coupon" so that you save the most money possible. At first, it was making my brain malfunction and I think I smelled a little bit of smoke. All of the sudden, though, I just got it!
Ok, here's the first secret I've learned. There's this wonderful thing in the coupon world called "stacking." Let's say your favorite store is Target. (It's definitely in my top 3.) On their website, there is a coupons link at the bottom of their home page. You go there, click the coupons you want, and presto - savings! But wait, there's more!
Depending on how the coupons print, you will get Target In-Store coupons and/or Manufacturer coupons. Unfortunately, you can't tell what they are until you actually print them. Pesky Target!
Let's say one of the coupons you print is a store coupon for $1 off your husband's and daughter's favorite brand of pretzels. So right there, you've saved a buck. It gets better! Now let's say you find a manufacturer coupon either online or in your newspaper insert for another $1 off. YOU CAN USE THEM BOTH!! That means you save $2 on the bag of pretzels your husband was going to put in the cart anyway! AND! Let's pretend for a moment that the bag of of pretzels have a retail price of $3.25 for the bag. If you get lucky, they'll be on sale for $2.50. If you use both of your coupons, you'll pay $0.50 for the bag and save $2.75! That's not a lot, but if you can figure out how to do that on most of your household products and packaged foods, that can add up quickly!
My next endeavor will be to learn the ways of getting stuff for free using CVS' Extra Care program.... I'll let you know when I figure that mess out....
Until next time,
Newly Frugal MFW
I've tried in the past to use coupons, but I found that it really didn't save as much money as I'd hoped. However, I found a "Coupon Newbies" group on www.babycenter.com to show me the "proper" way to "coupon" so that you save the most money possible. At first, it was making my brain malfunction and I think I smelled a little bit of smoke. All of the sudden, though, I just got it!
Ok, here's the first secret I've learned. There's this wonderful thing in the coupon world called "stacking." Let's say your favorite store is Target. (It's definitely in my top 3.) On their website, there is a coupons link at the bottom of their home page. You go there, click the coupons you want, and presto - savings! But wait, there's more!
Depending on how the coupons print, you will get Target In-Store coupons and/or Manufacturer coupons. Unfortunately, you can't tell what they are until you actually print them. Pesky Target!
Let's say one of the coupons you print is a store coupon for $1 off your husband's and daughter's favorite brand of pretzels. So right there, you've saved a buck. It gets better! Now let's say you find a manufacturer coupon either online or in your newspaper insert for another $1 off. YOU CAN USE THEM BOTH!! That means you save $2 on the bag of pretzels your husband was going to put in the cart anyway! AND! Let's pretend for a moment that the bag of of pretzels have a retail price of $3.25 for the bag. If you get lucky, they'll be on sale for $2.50. If you use both of your coupons, you'll pay $0.50 for the bag and save $2.75! That's not a lot, but if you can figure out how to do that on most of your household products and packaged foods, that can add up quickly!
My next endeavor will be to learn the ways of getting stuff for free using CVS' Extra Care program.... I'll let you know when I figure that mess out....
Until next time,
Newly Frugal MFW
Monday, August 9, 2010
Just a small town girl
On a recent trip to Chicago on business, I rediscovered the fact that I am very much a small town girl. Sure, I may live in a city now, but it is nothing compared to something like Chicago.
The town I grew up had a population of 225. Nope, I didn't forget any digits on that one. The nearest town offering a Walmart is roughly 15-20 minutes away. There are no malls, unless you count the tiny outlet mall, which I don't. The nearest REAL mall is about an hour away. The median household income in that town is about $28,000. I bring up these stats just to show that there really isn't a whole lot going on.
However, my uncles and I always managed to find something to keep us occupied. My uncles are 3 years and 5 years older than me, so we grew up as siblings. The younger of the two and I were especially close. We'd scour through the 90 acres of fields and woods, exploring and having adventures. My fear of snakes is rooted in those times, in fact. As you can imagine, there were many of them on my grandmother's property, and any time we'd spot one, Uncle J would yell, "RUN!! I'll kill it!" He was my protector from all things serpent-y. I shall forever thank him for that, despite the fact that I shudder every time I see a snake now, even at the zoo.
Even when my grandfather bought my uncles a Nintendo, Uncle J and I spent much of our time outdoors. We'd camp out near the pond and go fishing. Once he even made a fire and cooked one of the little fish speared over a stick that he'd whittled with his pocket knife. I did not eat it. He did. I can't remember if he got sick the next day or not.
When it rained, we'd go stomp in puddles outside or go play in the water that collected in the huge ditches along the gravel roads. Yes, that sounds gross to some of you out there, but we didn't think anything of it. What's a little mud? Some women pay to sit in mud. And on the off chance we couldn't play outside, we'd play hide and seek in the basement, in the pitch black darkness. I swear I almost broke my nose one time running into a door frame chasing after him.
Uncle M and I were much more studious. We'd play school. I think he's part of the reason I started school already knowing so much. He had all these old books and papers, and we even had a desk. It was awesome. Me? Nerd? Why, yes, thank you.
I tell you all of this to explain the experience I had in Chicago. You know, to set it up. I highly doubt kids raised in Chicago go fishing much or swim in ditches or even pick blackberries and get a stomachache from eating so many before even getting home.
I was only in Chicago overnight, and most of the time, we were working or driving, so I didn't even get to see much of the city. But it was enough for me to realize that it was wildly different than what I'm used to. Though I live in a city now with a population of 450,000 - 2 million in the metro area - it pales in comparison. It isn't so much about the number of people either. It's all in the attitude.
People in Chicago are far too busy to say hi to one another or even be polite drivers. IMMEDIATELY after the light turns green, people start honking. There is no opportunity to react before being honked at. And pedestrians and cars are equally important, both trying to make their destinations, neither one paying any attention to the other. So many people have so many near misses. Stop signs are optional. And it goes on and on and on all day and all night. Trust me, I stayed right downtown and didn't have the intelligence to think to turn on the fan to drown out all of this honking and sirens.
One thing I did appreciate and wish were more available where I live is the idea of mass transit. Sure, we have buses, but no one takes them. We definitely do not have a train, although The Hunk and others keep telling me "No, HB, you DON'T want to ride the train. It's a scary place." So, I guess it's just one of those things that sounds good in theory but in practice isn't so glamorous.
All this was basically to say that I came back to my mid-sized city, happy to have a little bit of both a small town feel with convenience, but I really feel sheltered. I long to travel. I could have spent days in Chicago, sitting in inconspicuous places, observing those that live there. But I'll never live in such a huge city. I like being a small town girl.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Now, THAT's talent...
As a multifaceted woman, one of my favorite things to do is to bake. The Hunk is probably laughing right now because every time I have a cake to make, I end up waiting until the very last possible minute. This causes me to stress out and proclaim that I'm never going to bake a cake again. It's as maddening for him as it is for me, I'm sure.
At any rate, last week, I made a cake for someone at work. It turned out fairly well.
However, those flowers are real.... I'd LOVE to learn how to do this:
Those flowers, my friends, are not real. They are delicately fabricated out of gumpaste. Amazing, immaculate, detailed, and probably even MORE maddening.
At any rate, last week, I made a cake for someone at work. It turned out fairly well.
However, those flowers are real.... I'd LOVE to learn how to do this:
Those flowers, my friends, are not real. They are delicately fabricated out of gumpaste. Amazing, immaculate, detailed, and probably even MORE maddening.
So, my birthday is tomorrow....
....and this is what I want.
And it is on sale! For $199 I could have the whole thing. Down from $731. Look at that discount! Sigh....so tempting.
The Hunk and I are always joking about how I'm going to be a hoarder once our kid(s) move out of the house in 20-some years, depending on when we decide to procreate a second time. I've decided he's right and that I'm going to hoard China. He better prepare himself. Stacks and stacks of plates, bowls, tea cups, and gravy boats are in his future
And it is on sale! For $199 I could have the whole thing. Down from $731. Look at that discount! Sigh....so tempting.
The Hunk and I are always joking about how I'm going to be a hoarder once our kid(s) move out of the house in 20-some years, depending on when we decide to procreate a second time. I've decided he's right and that I'm going to hoard China. He better prepare himself. Stacks and stacks of plates, bowls, tea cups, and gravy boats are in his future
Friday, May 21, 2010
The Crane and an Almost-Sprain
I finally got off my butt and started P90X all over again this week. It's such a buzz kill to know that I undid all of the progress I made by letting life get in the way of continuing my workouts in the first attempt. I'm trying to convince myself that the important thing is that I'm back on the horse, taking it one day at a time.
The first time I attempted P90X, I made it through the first month. I felt great, and I could already see some results. It was a half-hearted attempt, too. I only did the Yoga X one time. The rest of the time, I avoided it.
Prior to doing P90X, I'd never done yoga. I consider myself to have flexibility and balance, but yoga, particularly Yoga X, honestly makes me feel like a clumbsy fat kid. I powered through it the best that I could, tumbling quite often. It is uncomfortable, long, and just downright painful. But I did it because I was so sore from the first three days and was hoping for some relief from stretching....which I did get. I feel much better today.
Anyway, towards the end of the workout, there is a pose called the Crane. Tony Horton even says, "DO NOT DO THIS IF YOU ARE NOT READY OR YOU WILL FALL ON YOUR HEAD." Eh, what do you know, Mr. Horton?
Here's a picture of what the Crane looks like:
See? Piece of cake, right?
WRONG.
Guess what, kids? I fell on my head! No, seriously, I did. And then I fell over in an awkward motion on my arm. It really hurt! Luckily, it feels fine today. I was worried I was going to end up with a stupid sprain...all because of the stupid Crane.
Do you think this will keep me from trying it again? Heck no. I'll be back at it next week....
The first time I attempted P90X, I made it through the first month. I felt great, and I could already see some results. It was a half-hearted attempt, too. I only did the Yoga X one time. The rest of the time, I avoided it.
Prior to doing P90X, I'd never done yoga. I consider myself to have flexibility and balance, but yoga, particularly Yoga X, honestly makes me feel like a clumbsy fat kid. I powered through it the best that I could, tumbling quite often. It is uncomfortable, long, and just downright painful. But I did it because I was so sore from the first three days and was hoping for some relief from stretching....which I did get. I feel much better today.
Anyway, towards the end of the workout, there is a pose called the Crane. Tony Horton even says, "DO NOT DO THIS IF YOU ARE NOT READY OR YOU WILL FALL ON YOUR HEAD." Eh, what do you know, Mr. Horton?
Here's a picture of what the Crane looks like:
See? Piece of cake, right?
WRONG.
Guess what, kids? I fell on my head! No, seriously, I did. And then I fell over in an awkward motion on my arm. It really hurt! Luckily, it feels fine today. I was worried I was going to end up with a stupid sprain...all because of the stupid Crane.
Do you think this will keep me from trying it again? Heck no. I'll be back at it next week....
Friday, May 7, 2010
Grievances Over Green Grapes
When Aunty C and I were little, we used to go stay the night with Grandma Soup. Her name was really Sue, but Aunty C always added that "p" at the end, and thusly, she became Grandma Soup. It's especially ironic because I don't recall ever having seen her eat soup even once, but I digress.
There are several instances where I can recall sitting at her light oak kitchen table with the blue floral cushions, a bowl of fresh green grapes in front of me as I colored princess pictures, getting slightly out of the lines JUST because I could while Grandpa read "the pixie book" a half dozen times.
As I colored and ate bunches and bunches of green grapes, Grandma Soup oooohed and aahhhhed over my drawings, making me feel as if I was a Picasso in training. The truth is, I still color outside of the lines, but now it's because I just suck at art unless it is in the form of music, not because I'm pushing the boundaries of conformity without even knowing what it means. In fact, I'm so terrible at art that my dad has a paint-by-numbers that I painted and framed for him for Father's Day....not when I was nine but when I was NINETEEN.
I think about these times often, especially as I cut up green grapes into small little bites for my 'Lil Bit. I smile as she requests more because she, too, loves the green grapes. Red just won't do. And then I take a step back and swallow hard, trying to supress the giant lump forming in my throat, for I miss my Grandma Soup and I wish that she were here. Sometimes I consider throwing the grapes and never allowing them into the house again.
I can just picture my own daughter, sitting at that same table coloring princess pictures and eating green grapes carefully chosen, washed, and placed in a green plastic bowl. 'Lil Bit is just starting to "comer" (that's how she says "color"). Right now, she doesn't even know what lines really are, but someday she will. Whether or not she colors in the lines and the reasons she does or doesn't is no matter. Although she'll never know Grandma Soup, she'll know what it's like to feel like a Picasso in training. The green grapes will always be there as long as she likes them, and I will always oooh and aahhh over her drawings, no matter how great or how not great they may be.
There are several instances where I can recall sitting at her light oak kitchen table with the blue floral cushions, a bowl of fresh green grapes in front of me as I colored princess pictures, getting slightly out of the lines JUST because I could while Grandpa read "the pixie book" a half dozen times.
As I colored and ate bunches and bunches of green grapes, Grandma Soup oooohed and aahhhhed over my drawings, making me feel as if I was a Picasso in training. The truth is, I still color outside of the lines, but now it's because I just suck at art unless it is in the form of music, not because I'm pushing the boundaries of conformity without even knowing what it means. In fact, I'm so terrible at art that my dad has a paint-by-numbers that I painted and framed for him for Father's Day....not when I was nine but when I was NINETEEN.
I think about these times often, especially as I cut up green grapes into small little bites for my 'Lil Bit. I smile as she requests more because she, too, loves the green grapes. Red just won't do. And then I take a step back and swallow hard, trying to supress the giant lump forming in my throat, for I miss my Grandma Soup and I wish that she were here. Sometimes I consider throwing the grapes and never allowing them into the house again.
I can just picture my own daughter, sitting at that same table coloring princess pictures and eating green grapes carefully chosen, washed, and placed in a green plastic bowl. 'Lil Bit is just starting to "comer" (that's how she says "color"). Right now, she doesn't even know what lines really are, but someday she will. Whether or not she colors in the lines and the reasons she does or doesn't is no matter. Although she'll never know Grandma Soup, she'll know what it's like to feel like a Picasso in training. The green grapes will always be there as long as she likes them, and I will always oooh and aahhh over her drawings, no matter how great or how not great they may be.
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