Don’t Call Me Crazy

Don’t Call Me Crazy:
from Curvy Girl Guide

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On the back of an appointment card he scrawled a name and number in black ink. “Call and make an appointment,” he said. “I could write you a fourth prescription, but I think you need to see a specialist. Do it soon. Don’t wait.” He placed the card in my hand and left the room.

I thought about dropping the card into the waste bin on my way out, but instead shoved it into the cup holder of my car where it was partially submerged in tea from a forgotten fast food cup gone soggy and I liked that. I watched the moisture creep up the length of paper, causing the ink to bleed and blur. How dare he imply that I was beyond his help. I would show him.

I left it there for a week, but I didn’t once forget it. There were days in that week where I couldn’t get out of bed, where the window shades stayed drawn, where my children pounded at my bedroom door.

“Why does mommy nap so much, daddy?”

“Mommy is tired. Let her rest. She’ll come out later,” he told them. More often than not I made a liar of him, but he said it all the same. That week was not unlike the dozens that preceded it — the hopelessness, the pain, the despair — all without reason. It was this absence of a cause exactly that had immobilized me for what I am now willing to admit was years.

Say I was to dial the number on that card, that I made an appointment, that I showed up. Say I told this person, this psychiatrist, that I was in agony, that the first unbearable thing in a string of unbearable things each day was the fact that I woke that morning. Say I shared with this stranger the anguish that was simply existing for me. What if, after listening to every word it pained me to give voice to, they asked the question I had been asking myself for months and months now?

Why? Why do you feel this way? It was a question they would have every right to ask because surely someone in such devastating emotional pain must have suffered a loss, a life-altering event, some personal tragedy. I feared that question. I had no answer, no reason to give. How could I complain of this crushing sadness and then simply shrug my shoulders when asked about the cause?

Still, that card sat in my cup holder, an avenue unexplored. I couldn’t very well give up and make the honest claim that I had left no stone unturned before doing so while that card existed and I desperately wanted to give up. In the end, I called the number. I made the appointment and I said the words to her. It was all much easier than I imagined. They practically burst from me.

When I finally fell silent, I braced myself, but that question never came. She asked many, of course, but not once did she demand a justification. Then she did something that has made every day since that one bearable. She gave this thing — this mountain of melancholy — a name.

Suddenly, I knew what I was fighting against. It was a real thing. It was a condition that others suffered from even and, most importantly, it was treatable.

Alone in my car later, I googled the word she spoke to me in her office, and I cried as I read what could have been the character description in a book about my life. I swallowed the first pill of my new prescription that night feeling hopeful — an emotion I thought I was incapable of.

I am bipolar. I am not crazy. I am not broken. I’m also not ashamed of it. I will probably have to take medication for the rest of my life, but doing so has made it a life worth living.

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    Chocolate Covered Cherry Cookies

    From the genius that is

    The Funky Foodgasm

    Chocolate Covered Cherry Cookies: Ingredients
    1 (10 ounce) jar maraschino cherries
    1/2 cup butter, softened
    1 cup white sugar
    1/4 teaspoon baking powder
    1/4 teaspoon salt
    1 egg
    1 teaspoon almond extract
    2 cups all-purpose flour
    3 (1 ounce) squares bittersweet chocolate, chopped
    1/4 cup sweetened condensed milk

    Preheat an oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
    Drain the cherries and reserve about 2 tablespoons of the juice. Cut the cherries in half if large, and set aside.
    Beat the softened butter, sugar, and baking powder with an electric mixer until thoroughly creamed and fluffy, about 1 minute. Beat in the egg and almond extract, then add the flour gradually, and beat just until blended. Pinch off pieces of dough, roll into 1-inch balls, place the balls on an ungreased baking sheet, and press your thumb in the center of each cookie to make a dent. Place a cherry or cherry half in the indentation of each cookie.
    In a small saucepan over low heat, melt the chocolate with the condensed milk, and stir until smooth. Add 1 to 2 tablespoons of reserved cherry juice to the mixture, or as needed, to thin the frosting; frosting will be thick. Spoon about 1/2 teaspoon of frosting over each cherry, covering the cherry completely.
    Bake the cookies in the preheated oven until firm and slightly browned, about 12 minutes. Let cool on the baking sheet for about 1 minute before removing, then move to a wire rack to finish cooling.


    Remake Photo Project

    Who doesn't love a good art history parody for a good laugh!

    Remake Photo Project:

    Ohhh how I wish I would have seen this before the deadline passed... Oh well, it's still fun to look at. Here are some samples from Booooooom's Remake Project, that challenged young students from the UK to re-invent classic works of art through photography and win up to £10,000!

    Kids Science: How to Build A Huge iPhone Display On The Cheap

    Kids Science: How to Build A Huge iPhone Display On The Cheap:

    I love my iPhone, but I always felt that the 3.5 inch screen was a bit to small. Luckily, Instructabes user iamaledgend came up with a clever way to project the iPhone screen onto a wall.

    Kids Science: How to Build A Huge iPhone Display On The Cheap

    It takes very little to make this happen. All you need is a box of Nikes, some spare Lego parts for mounting and fixing the iPhone and a cheapo magnifiying glass as the projectors' lens.

    read more


    via CRAFT...........How-To: Popsicle Stick Cobra Weave For Giant Chain Reaction

    How-To: Popsicle Stick Cobra Weave For Giant Chain Reaction:



    I've always been fascinated with large-scale domino chain reaction set ups, but hadn't seen this take, using popsicle sticks, before. When Think Geek tweeted this massive 1,000 stick chain reaction, I was delighted and baffled. I did a little digging around to find out exactly how this popsicle stick chain reaction works, and this video from jayauldenparnell was the best, clearest tutorial I found. He shows you how to weave the sticks together and even how to "program" in places where you want the giant snake of sticks to turn. It looks like it could be a tedious project, but one that moves quickly once you get the rhythm down. It would be a perfect rainy day or cold winter day activity for kids. Just make sure they know before they start that they are on clean up duty afterwords.


    Unitasker Wednesday: Rice Cube

    borrowed from Unitasker Wednesday: Rice Cube:

    All Unitasker Wednesday posts are jokes — we don’t want you to buy these items, we want you to laugh at their ridiculousness. Enjoy!

    One of the cool things about making sushi rolls is that the method you use allows you to make numerous pieces of sushi at once. You get six pieces from just one roll. You set down a mat (and this step is even optional), put dried seaweed and rice on it, add your fillings, roll it all up, and then slice the tube into six pieces. [How to.]

    When using really good sushi rice, you don’t have to use a mat or seaweed. All you need are your hands to make the sushi into any shape you desire. If you want your sushi to look like something other than a circle, just mold it. A rabbit! An hourglass! A snake! A cube …

    … which brings us to today’s unitasker, the Rice Cube:

    Seeing as all you have to do is use your hands to form a cube of sushi, I’m not sure why you would need this special rice-constriction device. It only makes one piece of sushi at a time (as opposed to six), and it does exactly what your hands can do (the exact hands you have to use to operate the device). If you’re obsessed with being exact and having all of your cubes look identical, a clean ruler pressed against the sides of a sushi roll before cutting does the exact same thing. And, you likely already own a ruler. (Be sure to use a very sharp knife with a wet blade so your cubes don’t smash down as you apply pressure to slice.)

    After years of writing about unitaskers, I’m finding that most kitchen unitaskers aren’t about saving time, but rather about replacing basic skills. In this case, watching a free, eight-minute video on how to make sushi rolls could save you the $25 you might spend on this device.

    Thanks go to Jessica for sharing this unitasker with us.

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    Has it ALL been done before???

    "There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt." ~ Audre Lorde

    As a self-proclaimed movie buff, I really hate to see classics remade. Even worse, I hate to see a crappy movie redone! For years now, my kids and I have a running joke of adding "IN 3D!!!" at the end of cheesy looking movie previews. Unfortunately, it's not funny anymore because the film industry has decided that EVERYTHING needs to be in 3D these days. 

    So is it true? HAS it all been done before? Are there no new ideas? If this is true, then what is the point of continued existence? 

    Last night, my Girl Scouts were given the task of working together to create a "SitCom" skit. I guided them thru it, but only the mechanics, they had to do the creative work. I made some suggestions, but ultimately, THEY had to do the writing. Their skit turned out to be about three sisters who lived on an island and each had some sort of problem that the others helped them with. Was is brilliant? No, of course not! But did they work together to come up with something original that conveyed a message of teamwork? YES, THEY DID! 

    So if three nine-year old girls can come up with something new, why can't the entertainment industry? I will NOT be giving George Lucas any more of my money to see a movie redone in 3D that was crap the first time around! I know he can't be all tapped out of new ideas, so why is he recycling garbage! 

    Ok, I will put the soapbox away for now.


    The biggest challenge of all...

    Sticking out your tongue always helps
    This past weekend of camping was a lot of fun, chilly, but fun. The night time temps dropped below 40 and the daytime breeze was on the icy side. 
    Our District Council hosts an event called "Webelos Outdoor Challenge" at which boys who are Webelos ranked Cub Scouts get to join a Boy Scout Troop for the weekend and see how things are different between Cub and Boy Scout programs. They also are taught a few skills and then compete against other troops. 

    My scouts troop learned basic first aid and how to construct a primitive shelter with a tarp and ropes. They all did an excellent job and worked hard. The troop also came up with a skit and performed it at the campfire on Saturday night. They didn't come in first place, but then again, they didn't come in last either. 

    We went around and visited all of the troops who were there so that the Webelos could get a feel for what the troops do and what their focus is. It's a good thing we have two years to make a choice, because there are a LOT of really great troops in our district.

    So what, you may ask, was the "biggest challenge"...keeping that shirt clean!!! Whose brilliant idea was it to put 100 boys in WHITE for a camping weekend!!!


    How-To: Spiced Chai Concentrate

    How-To: Spiced Chai Concentrate:


    As fall settles in, I find myself moving from fruity drinks to spicy drinks. Chai is a favorite of mine, but buying it on a daily basis can get expensive. Making a concentrate at home that I can mix and drink as I please is very appealing to me. Get a recipe for making your own over on A Wooden Nest. [via Jessica Okui on Pinterest]

    QUIT?!?!?!? Are you crazy?!?!?!?

    Me and Doodle at Raingutter Regatta 2010 

    Last night was the first Den Meeting of the fall for our Cub Scout Pack. And it was exhausting! But there was a really good reason WHY it was so....NEW BOYS!!! With only two "veterans" (my son and the cubmasters son) in the pack, the new incoming scouts don't yet know what is expected of them and how they should behave in a den meeting.

    So last night wore me out trying to hold the attention of 11 Cub Scouts, 1 Girl Scout and 2 younger siblings, pretty much on my own. OF COURSE, there was another leader present, but he's just as new to it all as the boys are.

    I often post comments on Facebook about my pack or my own scouting activities, and I suppose since I don't really DO much else besides work and scouts, it may appear to some that I am spending too much time on this. Perhaps its the fact that I not only lead a Cub Scout pack, but also a Girl Scout Troop, it may seem that it really is all I ever do.

    Apparently, this has caused my grandmother to be concerned that I'm wearing myself out and she keeps telling me to quit.

    Well, Grandma, I probably won't quit for several reasons. Doodle has really gained a lot of experience and life skills from scouting, he gets to make new friends, and personally, I have a lot of fun showing the kids cool things to make from recyclables or doing fun science experiments, but that doesn't make it any less exhausting. Doodle has this year and next as a Cub Scout, then he'll cross over to Boy Scouts and I won't be going with him. I'll still participate, but I won't be a leader.

    What I really don't talk about is the reason it wears me out. For 1 hour, twice a week, I have to bury my depression very deep, plaster on that phony smile and crank up my "stage presence" to keep the attention of those kids for just that single hour. It is physically draining and after I leave, I crash.

    I don't remember exactly what stroke of insanity first prompted me to volunteer to be a leader, but when I commit to do something, I do it to the very best of my ability. How can I stand up in front of those kids and tell them to do their best, if I haven't done mine.

    I have taken all sorts of training classes, done hours and hours of research online finding new and exciting ideas to share with my scouts. And the pay-off???? Seeing those kids run up to mom or dad after a meeting saying "GUESS WHAT WE DID?!?!?!"

    I think the most important reason that I volunteer with scouting, is that as a parent who actually takes the time to enrich my son's life, I like to meet other parents who also care enough to put their kids in a program like scouts.



    Not really feeling the blogging spirit move me today. I've got a conference call in 10 minutes with the printer bidding on the job for the project I'm working on. Then I get to reformat a 600 page multi-document book! I go from no work for months, to OHMYFRICKINGAWDIAMGONNALOSEMYMIND in a matter of days.

    Tomorrow, I pack up our camping gear for the weekend to watch the boy participate in the Webelos Outdoor Challenge. One of the few events that I don't have to be "leading" and I can just enjoy being a parent of a Scout. The Boy Scout Troops not only conduct all of the activities, but they have to do all the cooking too!!! 

    Next weekend, the plan is to visit home. Mom is rehabilitating from knee replacement surgery and if it goes well, she should be getting home just before we get up there. It's also the annual fall festival weekend and a good chance to see all my friends. The drive from Tennessee to Indiana is always a pleasant one, but I'm hoping for the early signs of fall colors. 

    Ah well...time for the conference call! 


    Left behind

    I don't recall how exactly, but this morning I got hooked on a blog photo-documenting various haikyo. Haikyo (廃虚) is a word that means "ruins" in Japanese.  

    Some of the photos were of a school house that still had books on desks and it looked as if the kids would come bustling in at any moment. I have no explanation for why ruins fascinate me, but they do. Perhaps it's the moment, frozen in time, when someone decided to just walk away and never look back.

    This got me thinking, what places, in our own lives have we abandoned and never gave a second thought. Perhaps not physical places, but emotional ones or even intellectual ones. Did you ever jot down an idea with the intent of coming back to explore it more later, only to find the note years later tucked into a book with no recollection of what inspired the thought? 

    As long as I can remember, I've loved notebooks and use them all the time. Often, they are misplaced, victims of spills or commandeered by the boy (whose nickname is Doodle for a reason). When I do run across an especially old notebook, I can't help but flip thru it and see what ideas I may have thought were worthy of writing down. You never know, I may have once had a stroke of brilliance that could change the world...but probably not! :)


    To paint or not to paint?

    Still Life
    I can't recall a time in my life where I wasn't doing something creative. These days, it tends to be more "arts & crafts" with my Scouts, than "fine arts".

    I took my first real art class when I was about 4. I learned calligraphy with my mother at our favorite local art supply shop. I couldn't print very well, but I could write elegant letters with a pen and ink. Well, "elegant" for a four year old I suppose. I don't think any of my work survived. 

    Many years (and a few classes) later, I started college. Funny thing was, my mom had been attending classes at the same college since I was 12. All of the instructors knew me and mom pretty well and for some reason, they assumed that because mom knew what SHE was doing, that I must automatically know too. Perhaps it was my familiarity with the various mediums and technical terms, that made them think that, but after listening to mom "talk shop" for eight years, I picked up on a few things. That didn't mean I knew how to center a lump of clay or etch a steel printing plate. 

    I found myself reminding those instructors that "I'm not mom" when they expected more from me than I produced. I had to remind them that it was my first time taking a drawing class, despite the many hours that I sat for mom while she drew picture after picture of me...usually sleeping or laying my head down. Sitting for a drawing does NOT teach you how to draw, it teaches you how to sit still. To me it seemed that because my mother was a talented artist, I was expected to be as well. 

    So, do I consider myself an artist? No, not especially. I consider myself a person who has been taught to draw, paint, throw pots, make prints, etc. Can I paint? Sure, anyone CAN paint. Am I any good at it? I suppose so. 

    When people see the paintings I've done, I'm often asked why I'm not painting and selling my work. Well, that I can tell you...lack of purpose. I was taught to paint to fulfill an assignment. "Paint this bug" or "Paint this still life". I don't even know what MY "artistic style" is. When I was taking classes, I was always told exactly what I was expected to accomplish, and I did it. But on my own, what do I WANT to paint...I don't know! I have NO CLUE!!! If I'm going to create a painting to sell, I have no idea what someone might WANT to buy. I just can't imagine anyone but my mom or maybe my sister wanting to even hang one of my paintings. In fact, the only reason I hang them is because I don't know what else to DO with them. I don't see any of them as finished. As are most artists, I'm my own worst critic. 

    When will I start painting again? Hmmm, I suppose when I finally get to retire from Scouting, my house is all clean, when my "to read" list is all read, the good movies are all watched, after I've caught up with all my dear friends, when I've walked the dog and scooped the cat poop, when the stars align just so and when I finally have the confidence to put my heart and my work out there to be loved or hated for what it is. 


    Meet Radar...

    Radar found his way to us about 3 months ago. I don't know where he came from, but he appeared one day hanging about in the yard of a vacant apartment across the street. My next door neighbor had a female dog that I'm sure was his reason for hanging about. He wouldn't come near anyone and the kids down the street kept chasing him. 

    On the fourth day of his visit, I decided he was probably not going anywhere and he looked like he'd not eaten in quite some time, so I sat some food and water out for him and I went back inside to keep an eye on him, but give him his space.

    A few hours later, I went and sat outside in my chair and keep an eye on him. He trotted over and laid his head in my lap and looked up at me with the most beautiful golden eyes. Well, that cinched it, he'd adopted me!


    Good luck catching me!

    As a stay-at-home mom, you might think I have loads of time on my hands. You would be WRONG! Ok, well I do have plenty of time, but it seems that now that the fall Scouting season has begun, I have less and less of it. 

    This upcoming weekend my son will attend Webelos Outdoor Challenge and learn a lot of great new skills from some dedicated Boy Scouts. And I will spend 2 days sitting under a tree reading to my hearts content, letting Boy Scouts cook for me, and enjoying the wonderful deep sleep I get when I camp.

    Weekend after that is a brief, but long-awaited trip home to see the Teen and my momma who is recovering from knee replacement surgery.

    And then, the next weekend is Cub & Family Campout! This one won't be as lazy a camp out for me since I'm a leader, I'll be...well...LEADING! I suppose I need to get some activities planned and such. (The photo is from Jamboree last year. No matter where he may be, there's never a pen and paper far from his grasp) 

    So that's three consecutive weekends that I will not get to sleep in my own bed and I will be living out of a backpack. 

    Well those are just WEEKENDS, right?!?!!? Ha! Who do you think is going to do laundry and pack for those weekends??? Hmmmm??? Oh yeah, that would be ME! 

    In between all this camping and packing and laundry and packing and camping and driving and camping and laundry and packing...I have some projects to work on, both paid and volunteer. Even if it was necessary for me to go back to work, I don't know when I'd find the time to do it! I'm so glad I can be a stay at home mom for now. 

    (I need a housekeeper!)


    A Tender Heart ...OR...What's in a Name?

    Parents put a LOT of thought into naming their children. What was once a simple task of picking a biblical name or one of a grandfather, now seems to be a requirement to be as original as you possibly can. That was NOT my goal when naming boys. Nathaniel James just happened to get named when I was in a very literary phase of my life. His name came to me very easily. I don't even know the meaning without looking it up.

    Several years later when I was faced with the task of naming another boy child, I was at a loss. I wanted him to have a name with a good meaning and I was partial to Celtic names at that point. I came up with a list of about 5 first and 5 middle names that I liked, but couldn't choose from. I handed the list to my mother and said "Here YOU do it!" That was nine and a half years ago.

    So, what did we get? Torin Drake. Torin means chief or tender depending on the source. And Drake, well, that's dragon. You can't possibly begin to imagine how accurate that name has been.

    Last week, Torin's friend cut his foot on a piece of glass in our back yard. Torin was devastated! He felt so bad for his friend. I think he cried as much as the injured boy. He was so far beyond sympathy and deep into empathy at that point. While I was cleaning and bandaging the kids foot, it was all I could do not to reach out to my own son and comfort him and reassure him that his buddy would be ok. Torin even gave the boy the dollar he'd found on the ground earlier that afternoon. He would have done ANYTHING to take away the pain.

    I tell him all the time that I love his tender heart. But it doesn't always serve him well. He gets his feelings hurt easily. He misses his big brother something fierce! Torin loves with his whole heart. And that heart is very fragile. But would I want a child that is unfeeling, not compassionate, or distant? NO WAY! I'll take my Tender Dragon any day!

    Now for the "dragon" part. OY VEY!!! "Mood swing" doesn't even begin to describe! He has a ferocious temper and boy, oh boy can he be stubborn! And my mother passed on the name Aiden because it means firey! 

    I think Mister Destructo might have been a better name for him when he goes into a fury! But it generally doesn't take him long to calm down, apologize for his behavior and return to his tender sweetness. THANK GOODNESS!!!

    So I have to wonder, did his name determine his character? Or did mom and I just happen to do one heck of an accurate job picking his name?


    I think I forgot, but I can't remember

    "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense" ~ Emerson

    This quote has really had me thinking lately. Especially the part "forget them as soon as you can". For the past couple of years, I have felt that my memory is slipping away from me. The reason? I have some theories, perhaps it's depression, maybe something neurological. But regardless of the cause, the fact is, I'm not nearly as smart as I once was.

    There was once a time when I could recall hundreds of phone numbers, useless trivia tidbits, lyrics to songs I'd only heard once, peoples names! Now, most of those thing elude me. BUT, it occurs to me that I don't HAVE to remember all those things anymore, I can just look them up in my iPod or Google it! So perhaps my failing memory isn't from depression or a tumor...maybe it's the result of technology! As a movie buff, I no longer have to recall what movie "what's his name" starred in with "that blonde chick" where they went to that one place...I can just IMDB it! That great recipe for no-bake cookies...it's online too! And if I don't put a date on my Google Calendar, it's as if it doesn't even exist!


    Conflict, Social Media, and Decluttering

    One of the benefits of today's social media, is that it allows us to reconnect with people from our past. But what to do when you have reunited with someone and you discover that they are no longer someone you want to know? Do you "de-friend" them with no explanation? Or perhaps write them a long, heartfelt email explaining why they do not fit into your life? Maybe just ignore them and hope that, on their own, they will lose interest in being friends with you. 
    And what if that person becomes a source of conflict? We all know the saying "Opinions are like assholes. Everybody's got one and everyone thinks everyone else's stinks." Social media is the perfect format for everyone to publicly share those opinions and last I checked, they still have the right to do that. So if I say what I think, and you don't agree, somehow in your mind, that makes ME a bad person. 
    This isn't about being right or being wrong. It's about peacefully coexisting with others who do not share the same world view that you have, but at the same time allowing others to HAVE their own opinion without judgement. 



    I always thought that Bowie's lyrics were "Learn to face the strange, Changes". And that made perfect sense to me. Learn to face the strange? Sure why not!

    In forming my thoughts for this post, I was thinking that the past 2 years have been loaded with change. No, the past 5 years! No, wait, the past...ehhh, screw it! I'm pretty sure there has never been a time in my life that I felt things were "settled". Maybe when I was 7. Maybe!

    Suppose that nothing ever changed. That every day was just the same as the one before. That every meal was the same, every movie the same. How boring life would be! Change is GOOD! Even if it isn't a change we like at the moment, it IS something different. and it will be something different again, time after time after time. And I'm so glad that things are constantly changing. Life is an adventure!

    I love TV, I won't lie about it, I love it! And every year at this time, we are blasted with new shows. Some will stay and some won't make it past the first episode. Kinda like the people who enter our lives. We all have that person that is the "longest running soap opera", right? Someone who has been there forever and seen the ups and downs thru to the end with us. I've got mine. Then there's the sitcom that is really funny for awhile, then it turns all serious on you and isn't what you thought it was at the beginning. Or the crime drama! Never a dull moment with that person and lot of bloodshed, perhaps not literal (man, I HOPE not literal) but figurative blood...lots and lots of it.

    Ok, I've rambled long enough. My point, LEARN TO FACE THE STRANGE!


    Sandwich box made from Milk Jug – and a few more fun crafts

    Sandwich box made from Milk Jug – and a few more fun crafts:

    Even using coupons, the back to school supply lists can take a toll on your weekly grocery budget. I found a couple neat ideas on reusing items around the house for school lunch supplies and can’t wait to try them out! These look like items even a non-crafty person like myself could successfully create!

    This first idea is from Family Fun magazine. Don’t throw out those used milk jugs!

    With just a few snips, you can create a set of cool, eco-friendly, reusable snack and sandwich containers from juice cartons and milk jugs. They’re food-safe, easy to rinse clean, and absolutely free, so it’s no biggie if they get tossed accidentally. Let your kids decorate the boxes with stickers and permanent markers for an even more personalized look.


    How-To: Bleach Art Table Runners

    How-To: Bleach Art Table Runners:


    Dora from Show Tell Share created these lovely Bleach Art Table Runners. In her post, she shares ideas for designing and making your own, including some great tips on successfully using bleach pens to decorate woven fabrics.

    Natural Cold Kicker Remedy: Not for the Faint of Heart

    Natural Cold Kicker Remedy: Not for the Faint of Heart:

    You know the feeling, that itch in the back of your throat, the tingle in your sinuses that says you’ve got a cold coming on? It’s at this point that I start downing the Airborne from my stockpile in hopes that it will work some voodoo magic (which, honestly, I can’t swear to ever having happened). When I start to feel like I’m getting sick, or even that one of my kids is coming down with something, I’ll do almost anything to stop the illness from progressing. This feeling of desperation begs the question, What would I do to avoid it? Well, here’s one (hard core!) krazy couponer’s strategy for staying healthy all school year.