Posts Tagged ‘R.J’

Did you know that coupons are, like, free money?

Yeah. Apparently you can get them online, in newspapers, and when you hand them to the cashier at Publix they’re all “You saved $16 and bought fantastic red hair dye.”

This is almost as exciting as that time I discovered Wal-Mart.

I’ve led a very sheltered life. Don’t judge.

Seriously though, R.J and I have been prepping to take the plunge (No, not that plunge. The lets-sign-a-lease-together plunge) and trying to figure out how to afford rent and food. Coupons happen to be quite an excellent solution that dilemma.

I’ve been using www.familysave.com to get my coupons for right now. They have a big directory and then they mail them to you– Which is a good thing, because I tend to rip the barcode every time I pull them out of the Sunday section.

I’m most excited about the foundation I got the other day. The store was having a 2-for-1 special and I had two $2 off coupons. Which means that I got two bottles of foundation for the price of one, and on that price I got $4 off. INCREDIBLE. I’M WOWED—ARE YOU WOWED? Well, I’m wowed. Maybe coupons aren’t your kink, but they’re certainly my new thing.

I even bought a snazzy organizer. To be snazzy and also organized in a money-saving fashion.

Man. I’m going to be the coupon saving girl.

And when we’re all moved in, our friends will visit us at our new apartment and they’ll be all—WOW! How did you afford that giant flat screen TV and fancy, but useless four option toaster? And I’ll be all like, “Our food bill this month was like negative zero dollars.” And they’ll be all, “Gosh, that’s why you’re so thin! Let us take you out to dinner, you stylish-yet-destitute child!”

Yeah. This is going to be great. I can feel it in my $0.50 off Lactaid milk.

Today was a significantly better day. Both in work and life.  I don’t think I ever want to give specifics on who I work for on this blog, just for privacy from crazy Canadian stalkers. I think its pretty harmless though to say that mostly, I work from home. I do a lot of emailing. Some research. Some catapulting. Bake a few cookies. Paint a few teapots. Later, I take temperatures and stare thoughtfully at periodic tables.

Well, I do some of those things. Sort of.

What I’m trying to say is that work is going well.

And more personally, I found out that I’m going to be doing a guest blog on www.stephbowe.com, for the fabulous Steph. This ridiculously awesome sixteen year old has a publishing contract with some major companies.

Sometimes when mesmerized people mention people worth being mesmerized over they say things like, “WHAT A TRIUMPH.” Or in the case of a book being mesmerizing, they will simply call it “A TRIUMPH” I feel like calling Steph “A TRIUMPH.” You’re a triumph, Steph. Plain and simple.

And I’m only 32% saying this because I’ve never been invited to guest blog before. The other 68% is all genuine.

I hope that was still flattering.

In other news it was date night. This usually consists of R.J and I pushing each other in the shoulder and saying, “What do you want to do?”, “No, what do YOU want to do.” And then giving each other the eyebrows, and then deciding to go to Outback.

Where we usually order the blooming onion and two loaves of bread and have a feast on $6.99 because we’re in college and don’t spend $14.99 on date night unless it’s a truly special occasion.

Usually after eating the bloomin onion we both sit back and wipe our greasy hands and say, “Why did we do that? What ever inspired us to do that?” And the sensation of just having downed a hot mug of oil pours over us. Then we go home, scrub our hands, face, and any other surface the greasy oil fry may have encountered, in the sink.

Tonight though, I wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t want to be sick. I didn’t want to feel overly oily. I just didn’t want to go there. So I had coconut shrimp (Which for those of you who aren’t familiar, It, like the onion, is battered and deep fried.) However, as I justified to R.J –“It has protein. See that shrimp? Protein. Healthy.” And the love, he just nodded and smiled.

We still had to scrub the oil off of us before laying down.

Lately we’ve discovered that we love Ricky Gervais and everything he puts his small British hands on. I’m a big Office fan, and we recently saw The Invention of Lying (and rolled around laughing from start to finish) and tonight we watched Ghost Town. It was a triumph.

Later we decided to pay a visit to R.J’s Uncle who was in town staying with his grandmother. I’d been meaning to stop by for the past two weeks but we couldn’t quite make it work. Tonight was spontaneous.

I love R.J’s family. There hasn’t been a person yet in his clan that I haven’t loved. His Mom already calls me her daughter-in-law, his sister is great. I’ve met cousins and Aunts and Uncles and Grandma.  After tonight the only one I STILL haven’t met is his father!  (Who lives in a different state, otherwise, yes. We would have met by now!)

I love going to his Grandmother’s because she immediately whips out the photo albums and lets me rifle through them until I find embarrassing baby pictures of R.J to lord ov—To, uh, cherish, and compliment.

Tonight was no different, except I had the help of his Uncle and his Uncle’s girlfriend to help find these embarr—Er…Adorable pictures of him.

Unsurprisingly, they were a wonderful couple. The Uncle has been going through college for a very long time earning degree after degree. His girlfriend is also very well educated and had just graduated with a degree in psychology and art expression.  We were sat and talked until half past eleven before we finally had to force ourselves to go.

I don’t know. There is something about being with people who have known the person you’re going to love the rest of your life, for their entire life.

But, aw, how could you not immediately love anyone who came from the same clan as this guy?