Brownsville, can I be honest? We love our food. We also enjoy our pachangas. If we were ever forced to (gasp!) choose between the two, I am fairly certain we would keep our delectable treats.
Chain restaurants and taco stands are sprinkled throughout our city. In recent years, we have taken charge of our health, creating bike pathways that run throughout our municipality, adding exercise equipment to local parks, forming running clubs and bringing in healthier dining options. Enter: Tropical Smoothie Cafe.
With an “Eat Better, Feel Better” slogan, the cafe is everything it claims to be. My husband and I enjoyed a rare date with the option to choose any two items on the menu (each). I chose the Chicken Pesto on flatbread with tomatoes, and a Kale Apple Slaw on the side. The Cranberry Truffle Smoothie was the perfect choice to balance my taste buds.
The moment I opened my slaw, the strong and delicious smell of kale confirmed I made the right choice. Each bite was also flavored with green apples, carrots and honey dijon. A super fan of strawberry banana smoothies, I have no regrets over trying the seasonal Cranberry Truffle. Just sweet enough, each sip left an essence of white chocolate in my mouth.
My husband opted for the Chicken Apple Club on flatbread with the same side, and a Pomegranate Plunge to drink (read: a superfood smoothie packed with pomegranate, bananas, strawberries and cranberries). When asked about his meal, he remarked, “It tastes fresh and healthy, and it’s filling.” Especially fond of the kale slaw, he added, “It has a good kick.”
My daughters and I attended the grand opening of the new Tropical Smoothie Cafe located at 2715 Boca Chica Blvd (Suite 1), in Brownsville (in the plaza in front of Wal-Mart, next to KFC). It was encouraging to hear that the commitment to wellness is something many of our city leaders share.
To celebrate, the cafe will sell 99¢ smoothies all day, in store and at the drive-thru. “We strongly believe that with simple, high quality ingredients you can eat healthy, and it’s something you enjoy. We have something for everyone,” shared Marketing Director, Luis Gutierrez. He continued, “We have 25 different smoothies on the menu; all of them are gluten-free and vegetarian-friendly.”
To access the menu and order online, follow this link.
Tuesday, October 17th, is National Pasta Day– as if most of us need an excuse to celebrate the noodle and its bff, marinara sauce! To encourage a carb-induced coma, I endorse Russo’s New York Pizzeria as your venue.
My husband and I enjoyed a rare treat this weekend. We went on a double-date with some dear friends that had just renewed their vows after 15 years of marriage. What better way to celebrate than at the best Italian place in town?
Quality of Service
Our server, Laura Patricia Padilla, made us feel like royalty. Our complimentary bread (or focaccia) basket was filled until we were content. The oil we dipped it in was sprinkled with crushed red pepper, a surprise detail I enjoyed.
I ate slowly, savoring every bite, taking in the ambiance of the warm bistro. All around me people chatted. I relished every part of the meal, especially grateful that littles hands were not clamoring for my attention (or my plate).
At Laura’s suggestion, I ordered the Shrimp Fra Diavolo (read: shrimp served with spaghetti and spicy marinara sauce). The shrimp added just the right amount of crunch to balance the soft pasta. My hubby opted for the New York Village Pizza (think meat and veggie lovers all in one). When asked about it, he remarked, “It was delicious.”
Padilla prides herself in matching dishes with the perfect wine, while listening to the needs and desires of her guests. When asked why locals should choose Russo’s for National Pasta Day, she said (in Spanish), “We make the pasta from scratch—it does not come prepackaged or frozen. Each sauce is made fresh to order, and each plate is individually cooked based on the preferences of each person. I am committed and trust the products we have here.” An avid traveler well-versed in eateries, she loves serving people.
Eat at Russo’s
All week (Monday, the 16th-Friday, the 20th), Russo’s will celebrate National Pasta Day with a Buy One Get One Free on Classic and Specialty Pastas. Check their Facebook page for details. If you like to plan ahead, here is their online menu for your viewing pleasure.
“Tuesday is going to be a special day at Russo’s,” Padilla concluded, “and we invite you to come taste. It’s always going to be a pleasure for me to serve you here at Russo’s.”
Ask for Laura Padilla when you go, and tell her I (Giana) sent you.
I live in a land where children are worshipped. We Latinos are a fruitful people, and we enjoy any excuse to throw a good party! Now the mother of three children, huge pachangas where my husband and I shell out anywhere between $500-$1,000 (not exaggerating, this is the norm here) are not feasible. (And truly, not necessary in our books).
It seems every corner in our city has either a taqueria (taco stand) or a party place. They seldom run out of business. Below, I have compiled a list of some of my favorite ways we have celebrated our tots’ birthdays without breaking our budget!
The cultural norm is to host a monumental party for a little one’s first birthday. While I enjoy an introductory fiesta as much as the next person, my perspective is this: they are not going to remember. The celebration is more for the family and to preserve memories than it is for the actual child.
For my firstborn’s first birthday (Jack), we decided on family photos, a cake and only immediate family members. Our children have five grandparents that all live in the same city we do (they are extra blessed!), so we had them celebrate the occasion with us. They wrote letters to Jack with their favorite memories of him from that first year. It was special, and looking back on the photos and letters warms my heart. We also had family members come in shifts, so as not to overwhelm our little tike, and it helped us plan around his nap time.
2. 3 is a Big Deal!
Because Jack is the oldest, he sets the precedent, in many ways, for his younger sisters. Thus, 3rd birthday celebrations are huge in our house. We invite extended family members and friends. The idea is that this is a celebration they will remember. If not, there are plenty of pictures. Our theory has been proven true with our two oldest kids. Ceci still talks about her Princess Party we hosted back in March!
3. Keep Them Busy As a former elementary school teacher, this is my motto when working with little ones. With parties we host, I often implement stations to keep them entertained (on their own). Favorites include: sidewalk chalk, lego building centers, nail painting stations, Play-doh and coloring areas, and a cookie decorating table. Most of these call for supplies we already have in our home (score!) and require little to no prep and maintenance (bonus!).
Plus, it’s fairly easy finding that older child or younger relative that doesn’t mind manning said areas to make sure things don’t get out of hand.
4. Age=Number of Invited Friends
This is one of the best pieces of advice on birthday milestones I received from a dear friend. She suggested that the number of friends a child invite be equal to the age they are turning. For example, when our son turned 5, he invited 5 classmates to his social gathering. Of course, we had more than 5 guests total, but it was a great strategy. He insists on doing this for his 6th birthday celebration this year, too! (This does not include their big 3rd birthday social gatherings).
5. Pick a Theme and Stick to It!
This is my favorite thing to do in the way of planning. With one son and two daughters, we
have had quite the array of party themes: Thomas the Train, Princesses, Voltron (I blame my husband) and coming up: Ninjago! Pinterest has been a lifesaver when looking for creative ideas on a budget.
You can dress up, bake, order, and plan games and activities all around the main idea.
And there you have it, folks! No need to break the bank in order to make special memories with your children. What are some
ways you celebrate your little ones?
Today officially marks the beginning of my third week with VIPKID, and I absolutely LOVE working for this company (more on this soon)! Today is also the last Monday we have off together as a family, as our two oldest children start school in exactly one week. While it may have been ideal to sleep in with everyone else, I have grown fond of my internal alarm clock that now goes off between 4:30 and 5:00 a.m. (I know, I know, those of you that are closely acquainted with me are gasping in disbelief!).
This day will also be an important one for the history books, as many of us in America experience the once-in-a-lifetime Solar Eclipse. In an attempt to make this Monday extra special, I have compiled a list of activities you can do together as a family to ensure it is a memorable one.
Discuss what a Solar Eclipse is, and whether you will experience it in totality, or partially. Either way, since this only occurs every 375 years, it is imperative that your children know how monumental this is.
Make Your Own Pinhole Camera or Projector. You will need a cereal box (or similar object), some foil and tape. TADA! The Great American Eclipse will be ready for your viewing pleasure even if you do not have fancy eclipse glasses. Or eclipse glasses period.
During reflection time, have your child fill out this worksheet, or do it with them. This is a good one to save for the scrapbook. Or, if you are like us, to store away in a labeled manila folder with other important documents from 2017.
Finally, every good lesson should be internalized. What better way to do that than to bake and eat?! Whether you create Moon Pies, Galaxy Cookie Bars, or simply make Star-Shaped Cookies and decorate them (not going to lie, this is probably what we will end up doing), filling your tummies will increase the chances of this being a magical, savory and unforgettable moment! Happy Learning!
I intentionally took time this week to reflect on what made this summer with our children extra special and memorable. I had to laugh, because I immediately made the connection that this is the first summer in a while that I am not pregnant, nursing, or potty-training any little ones. Woo-hoo! That in itself is cause for celebration at our house.
Prior to the spring semester, I had never heard of unschooling (read: an educational method and philosophy that advocates learner-chosen activities as a primary means for learning). After some research, I discovered that we were already doing this as a family, outside of the time our firstborn son, Jack, spends at a traditional brick and mortar school.
A planner by nature, I made printable calendars for June and July and stuck them to the fridge with a magnet. I highlighted summer weeks that the children had their respective camps, and wrote, once a week, that we would have reading, piano, music and math lessons. Fridays were reserved for field trips to the Children’s Museum and Gladys Porter Zoo. At the suggestion of one of our pastors, Rich, who delivered a wonderful sermon about making lasting memories as a family, I also had the children make a Summer Wish List.
To summarize, we focused more on the items our littles came up with and less on my schedule. Learning and structure still occurred, but it was nicely balanced with free-time and play. Below, you will find our 2017 Summer Highlights. Our children have grown much, and we could not be more pleased with the results.
Jack has amazed me this summer (all bias aside). He will be entering 1st grade in a few weeks and is 5 years old. Standout moments include: being named the MVP (Most Valuable Player) of his small group at his first church camp, earning his junior yellow belt in Taekwondo, helping lead a Walk for Alzheimer’s and learning how to swim (see video above). For my typically reserved, oldest child, all these things were really big deals, and I am blessed to have witnessed them.
He spends his days drawing and creating comic books, writing, recording and directing short films (with our help, of course), and most recently, designing and building hotels out of Legos. Now that he is a big boy, he also showers on his own. He shares all sorts of ideas of what he wants to be and study when he grows up, but this summer, I overheard him tell one of his sisters, “When I grow up, I want to be a Dad.”
I got a preview into what being a Dance Mom is all about last month, thanks to my Cecily Fe. She tried ballet and tap for the first time, and went back and forth between which she preferred. My free-spirited and independent child, I was surprised at how attentive she was in class, wanting to get each step just right. She is a natural little caregiver and encourager. It’s not uncommon to catch her saying things like, “Good job, Jack!”
With an expansive vocabulary, pretend play is her absolute favorite. From playing with her dolls and dollhouse with her siblings, to hosting tea parties with us and her stuffed animals, and whipping something up in her kitchen, she lacks no imagination! We are all excited for her to start 3-k preschool this fall (her teacher will be my sister-in-love), of which she has said, “There will be two teachers: me and Mrs. Garay!” Still a bodily kinesthetic learner, she also enjoyed gymnastics camp and looks forward to continuing in the fall.
Rounding out our family is our bundle of joy and love, Felicity Belle. Observers often comment on her huge, infectious smile, plump lips, freakishly long eyelashes and beauty mark that sits on her right eyebrow. Or, her “Cutie Mark,” as our children affectionately refer to it. She says, “Mama,” “Dada,” “Dog,” “Yeah,” and a few other words we have yet to discern. Her current favorite: Jack. It’s the first word she says when she wakes up each morning.
At 13 months, she is entering my favorite developmental stage: being a toddler! I look forward to the one-on-one time I will spend with her when her siblings are in school. Her personality is starting to show and evolve, with a sweet spirit that demands attention if she does not have it. With two older siblings to contend with, we will sometimes hear her say, “Ahhhhhhhhh!!!” while looking at us all during suppertime.
Beau and I will celebrate 8 years of marriage next week on August 9th. The more time goes on, the more I cherish him! When we first married, I did not realize all the bonuses he came with: mad editing skills, excellent techie abilities, superb listening skills and patience, and a willingness to learn (to name a few).
Summer is our family’s new favorite season, with extra opportunities for the hubby and I to enjoy dates (even weekly at times!). We love being outside and active together, eating great food and being on or near the water.
Together, we hosted a Summer Play and Pray Small Group through our church, where we meet at a different playground with a splash pad every week (local favorites are: Cascade Park, Browne/Pete Benavides Park and the splash pad at Sam’s Pool). The children have especially enjoyed getting wet and playing together with other kids.
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We live in an era where many are considered Mini-Celebrities via their social media accounts. I had a love/hate relationship with MySpace (remember that?!) and then Facebook when I first joined, and it has continued. While I believe in living a transparent life, it has become so easy to overshare information.
Having an online existence can be fun and make you feel connected, but we must also safeguard moments that are sacred—meant just for us and our families.
Below I have listed my Top 5 Tips for posting to your favorite accounts (be it Instagram, Twitter or others) and protecting the sacred. Or, not divulging too many details about yourself (and/or) your family’s private life. (By the way, I have ideas to share because, like most, I have made mistakes.)
1. Ask yourself, “What is my intention in posting this?” My newsfeed has been full of summer vacation photos recently. They bring a smile to my face, and I genuinely enjoy them. Occasionally I think, “I’d love to visit that area, too!”
My family and I have thoroughly savored this season with a healthy mix of rest, recharge and play. It’s perfectly natural to have the time of our lives doing something and want to share it with someone else. Isn’t that one of the main points of living, after all? Checking my intentions has helped me before tapping that magical “Post” button.
Am I wanting to communicate with close family and friends across the miles? Am I showing off, or trying to Keep Up with the Joneses, if you will? I must THINK (Is it True, Helpful, Inspiring, Necessary, Kind?) before listing. Once something is in cyberspace, it’s there for-e-ver (The Sandlot, anyone?).
2. When sharing photos of your children, other family members, or friends, ask for permission first. This is something most of us take for granted. Everybody has a Facebook account, after all.
This is one area I want to be better in. Though I have strict privacy settings on familial announcements, and my children are only 5, 3 and 1-year old; I hope to get into the habit of asking them before divulging. Another small, but significant, question that has helped: “Will this be something that embarrasses them when they are older?”
It can be argued that everything will embarrass them at a certain age, but I don’t want to add fuel to their adolescent fire.
3. If you are making a big announcement, be sure that you have notified those closest to you first. It is hurtful for a person to stumble across major news on your status update if they have not heard it directly from you. Use your own discretion for this.
I have been in friendships where I found out more about the person via their social updates than my interactions with them. Perhaps it’s the way the world is going, but I refuse to conform. Plus, it’s awkward.
4. It is possible to enjoy events and moments without sharing them with the world. An acquaintance once joked, “If it’s not on Facebook, did it really happen?!”
We hosted a big princess party earlier this year for my oldest daughter who turned 3. And there was nothing about it on our Facebook or Instagram accounts. Did we like the party? Yes, it was fabulous and everyone had a wonderful time. Most importantly, our girl felt like a true princess that day!
We did not make a conscious decision to not share, but it simply did not happen. I would argue that it was because we were present in the moment. And too tired to share anything afterwards!
Some of the greatest times I have experienced with family and friends are not documented. We were too busy savoring our time together.
5. I am for sharing helpful information. If there is a political candidate, idea or party you are especially passionate about, articles and ways to help are impactful. However, oversharing also applies in this area.
I sometimes find myself rolling my eyes and thinking, “Yes, we all know how you feel,” as I mindlessly scroll on my phone. Worst yet, during the 2016 Election, there were many I had to unfollow (on both sides of the aisle). If you truly want to make a difference, get off of Facebook and go do something. Call your senators, write a letter, organize a rally or peaceful protest… but please, stop telling the rest of us how we should feel.
And for the love of all that is good and holy, can we stop with the “Honk if you love Jesus,” Memes? (That was a freebie.)
So that is my challenge to you. Keep posting about the big and important moments in your lives, but not if it means ignoring the person next to you.
I soared through academics throughout my elementary and middle school years, and seldom had to try hard to get straight A’s. That is, until I met Geometry my freshman year of high school. Naturally, it was an AP (Advanced Placement) class. My teacher was Mr. Zuniga, a man in his mid-forties with a salt and pepper flat top. Thin-framed, he wore glasses, slacks and a tie most days.
An intelligent man, he loved math and all things numbers. He also loved the sound of his own voice. It sounded factual, with an air of, “I’m God’s gift to integers.” Something would happen when he began his lectures (which usually lasted the whole class period). My mind was magically transported to a place where I knew and recognized nothing. He literally sounded like he was speaking a foreign language.
This continued for the rest of the semester. Each week, I stayed after school for tutoring (also led by him) at least three times. I took notes diligently and missed nothing that came out of his mouth. My grade fluctuated every marking period from passing to not, and it tormented me. I didn’t get it. The end of the year arrived and I eagerly anticipated what my final Geometry average was.
Progress report in hand, I glanced over all the numbers solely searching for one. And there it was. 69. My end of the year average is a 69?! Indignant, I never understood why he didn’t give me the last point I needed. “Can’t he see I’ve worked my tail off?!” I fumed.
Ultimately, Mr. Zuniga and I ended on good terms. I wrote him a reflective letter on how I was thankful for having been in his class, and the invaluable lessons I learned through failing. Which, looking back, was quite mature for my 14-year-old self. My attempt at turning the other cheek.
Thus began my mental block with math. I would go on to take courses up through Pre-Calculus in high school and do fine, but things were never the same. I loathed mathematics, and I would never be good at it.
The Christmas Piano Recital is an event my students and their parents look forward to all year. It is also one of my highlights. I get especially excited for my four and five-year-old students to play a song by memory in front of an audience for the very first time. It is not an easy feat.
The fall semester of 2016 was going along like most, except that I now had three young children under the age of 5. Between keeping up with all of them, my husband, and our home; teaching piano sometimes felt overwhelming. Still, I powered through because I love my students and appreciate the extra income.
For the big show, we found a venue that already had a baby grand, and I jumped at the chance to book it! Most years we find a recital hall and rent the instrument separately. This was more cost efficient for our families and easier for us, too.
The afternoon of the performance arrived and everyone was looking and playing their best. And then it happened. One of my precious, most hardworking little girls choked at the piano. I watched her from a small distance as she began to cry. I went to sit next to her on the bench, solely for comfort, and placed my hand gently on her back. Choking back tears, she finished her songs and finished them well. But she was crushed, and my heart hurt for her.
The four students that followed also had trouble playing, even towards the beginning of their songs, with difficulty finding their hand positions—concepts we had covered time and time again—something they had never struggled with at recitals before. I kept my composure on the outside, but on the inside, my heart raced. 5 of my 15 students had made major mistakes, and I was baffled as to why.
During these annual presentations, I often feel like a chicken with its head cut off. I try my best to be a gracious hostess, doting piano teacher and mother (because I also teach my own children), and master of ceremonies. It was not until the end of our time together that I realized there were stickers on keys C, D, E, F, and G on the baby grand, exactly one octave lower than where Middle C is located. I keep one sticker to mark Middle C on my piano for the younger children. For all you non-musicians reading this, some of the students placed their hands where the stickers were on the instrument the day of the performance, instead of where they belonged. Confusion ensued, and thus, the results.
I felt like a complete failure. Nothing anyone said (or didn’t say) consoled me. As an educator of many years, I have always felt that my students’ success was my success, and their failure, my failure. I had overcommitted myself once again, and it was painfully apparent (to me).
As an ambitious firstborn, I did not like the idea of doing anything I wasn’t good at for a prolonged amount of time. As I have grown older, and hopefully wiser, I realize that failure is a necessary part of life and an excellent teacher.
My mathematical mental block lasted for many years. It remained so until the second semester of my senior year of college when I took Teaching Mathematics for Elementary School Students.“How hard can it be?” I thought. While it was certainly not Rocket Science, it was also not as easy as I anticipated. I found myself attending every tutoring session offered, constantly practicing and reviewing my notes. I would pass the class with a hard-earned high C.
Numbers and I are friends now. Thanks to my husband’s influence, I enjoy creating a budget and sticking to it. I have been contacted twice in the last couple of years to write for financial institutions (read those entries here and here) as a result of crunching figures.
I often see myself in my students, too. I remember the little girl and adolescent that feared failure, and did her best to avoid it. Recognizing it is inevitable has helped me fail forward—the idea that our perception and response to failure is key to success (a concept made popular by John C. Maxwell).
Remembering the little feet and eyes that follow closely behind has also inspired me to shift my perspective. Here’s to fully embracing future inadequacies, learning from them and moving forward.
I originally thought about titling this post, “Preparing to Die,” but reconsidered. (Think Inigo Montoya from The Princess Bride – anyone?) The truth is, each one of us will pass on. There is a 100% chance that we will not live to see forever on Earth. While many fear death and spend most of their days avoiding it, I say it is imperative to think about it and prepare for it– not in a way that is morbid, but practical, considerate and wise. Below you will find my Top 4 ways to make as clean an exit as possible, in no particular order (since none of us really knows how or when it will happen).
1. Get out of Debt
My husband and I have been living debt-free for about 6 years now. We have a mortgage, yes, but it is on a house that belongs to us. For the story on how we got rid of roughly $14,000 worth of baggage our first couple of years of marriage, read my original entry here.
If you pass away and have a large amount of debt (or any), your spouse may be responsible for paying it off (depending on the situation, whether you co-signed on the credit, and state you live in). If you are not married, the burden will fall to your estate. In some cases, when the money owed is steep, heirs must sell items in order to pay it back.
If they are unable to cover it, the creditors are eventually forced to write it off. Still, don’t do this to those you love. Because nothing says I love you like “Here is $50,000 worth of credit I didn’t have time to take care of before kicking the bucket.”
2. Prepare a Will
There are a plethora of online sites that can help you create and print, or order a will. We used legalzoom, and paid about $70. I know people that have simply written something out on a sheet of paper before venturing on a big trip or new move. Something is better than nothing.
In it you will dictate who inherits your home, belongings and assets. My husband and I have had difficult discussions over “What if…?” situations before. The most challenging was conversing over this worst-case scenario: What if we died at the same time? What would become of our children? We have specified that in the official document. We pray that it never comes to this, but you simply don’t know.
It is necessary to contact said parties and make sure all are in agreement with the arrangement, too. These talks are not easy to have, but they are of utmost importance. Other relevant questions deal with life support and emergency situations, and burial and cremation preferences. Also, are you an organ donor, and does it specify that on your driver’s license?
We have what’s called a Last Will and Testament, and are at liberty to modify parts of it at anytime. Every now and again we revisit it (like when we recently traveled abroad) to make sure our hopes and wishes are the same. If they are not, we change it.
Emotions and tensions are at an all-time high when a loved one perishes. I have heard horror stories over feelings that were hurt and falling-outs that occurred because there was not a will, and expectations were not made clear. This can happen even when there is one.
3. Invest in Life Insurance
It is best to invest in a life insurance policy that is three times your annual salary. First, you find a life insurance agent. We found one through USAA, because it supplies many of our insurance and banking needs. You apply for it and they send someone to your home to give you a physical.
If everything checks out fine, it takes about 6-8 weeks for documents to be filed and your insurance to begin. I am thankful that my husband has taken care of this, should anything happen to him. We will work on getting mine next. The point of life insurance is to cover those you leave behind. Funeral expenses can also be included in this.
4. Make things right
I would argue that this is the most important. Believe me when I say there is deep regret when it is too late. Too late for that conversation, thank you, hug, kiss, word of encouragement, offer of forgiveness, etc. So, have that awkward but needed talk. Send that letter. Make things right so that you are at peace when your loved ones pass, and they are at peace when you do.
There is no correct way to make such a grand exit, especially since most of us have no control over when or how it will occur. Thinking of those we leave behind, their well-being and our legacy are the real treasures, not the material goods they will inherit. As for me, I want to make sure things are right in my heart with the Lord, too. (Feel free to comment or message me if you have questions about this.)
What are some steps you have taken to prepare for no longer being here one day?
I was using the restroom in the London Heathrow Airport when I was reminded of just how loud my two older children can get when playing together. About 20 yards away sat two soft playgrounds, adjacent to one another.
The one on the left was for littles aged 0-2 years old, the one on the right for ages 3-10. Both were filled with bright, primary colored toys, slides and ladders. It was a welcome respite after walking through London that day and finding no play areas, and having three more hours of our layover left before heading to Germany.
We had already experienced British customs twice with our three offspring, ages 5 and under, in tow. It was eerily quiet in the 30-minute (at the very least) line upon entering and exiting the country. It was blatantly obvious, to me, that we are not British. (Our children actually did a spectacular job of “keeping it down” during this part of the journey).
“Ahhhhhh, here comes the bad guy!!!” I heard my son and daughter alternatively yelling, their voices echoing down to where I was washing my hands. My heart raced inside my chest. My two oldest children were surrounded by a handful of tykes from around the world. “Oh no, who are they calling ‘bad guy’?!” my mind raced, feeling mom-guilt over not teaching them enough about diversity. Our city of residence, Brownsville, is about 96% Latino, and we are in the majority.
I walked by and saw that the roles had been reversed. I saw the most precious, little African girl running from my tots. “Oh no, the bad guys!” she screamed, while my two ran towards her, also chasing a couple of Arabic boys, all squealing in delight. I smiled and laughed (while simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief). It was a vision I won’t soon forget. “What happens to us when we become adults?” I was left pondering.
I have been blessed with deep friendships and relationships over the course of my lifetime. There was a season when the thought of intimacy with other people freaked me out. They were just so… messy. Now, it’s how I choose to live my life, with others.
I enjoy going there with folks. Not in ways that are inappropriate, but in ways in which our souls connect and we share things that are important. In fact, though I hesitate to write this, friendships where the realness is not reciprocated do not last in my book. While one can have many acquaintances, they can only have so many friends.
So here’s to those that have walked with me thus far and will continue to, and new allies I will meet in the future. Here’s to not jumping ship when they demand much of me, inconvenience me and drive me batty. Here’s to unconditional love, unwavering support, occasional discomfort and plenty of fun!
Perhaps one day I will have the privilege of loving people the whole world over. Until then, I’m going to practice loving my part of the world well.
I’m not sure if I’m alone in this, but when I watch epic movies (read: Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter) I find myself, as a strong female, relating more to the male characters. Swept up in the battles between good and evil, I envision myself as Aragorn (also know as Strider), a fierce and fearless, yet humble, leader. I once took a Which Harry Potter Character Are You? quiz and got Mrs. Weasley as my result. I was severely disappointed. Nevermind that, though.
I went into Wonder Woman with an open mind. I had heard and read fantastic peer reviews over it. Truthfully, I was blown away. It is an excellent movie. At the end of the film, I left triumphant, thinking, “Finally, a heroine I want to be.” I was particularly surprised by the spiritual parallels (which I love) that stood out to me.
Wonder Woman’s main quest is to find Ares (the God of War) and kill him. In her mind, once she does this, it will end all wars between mankind. While she succeeds in her goal, she finds the result is not what she expected. Towards the end of the movie, her love, Steve Trevor, sacrifices himself for the greater good. Shortly after, in the final showdown between her and Ares, their conversation is as follows:
Ares (also known as Sir Patrick) to Wonder Woman: Destroy her, Diana (referring to Dr. Poison, the inventor of a poisonous gas that has killed many). You know that she deserves it. They all do.
Diana (also known as Wonder Woman) to Ares: They’re everything you say, but so much more… You’re wrong about them. Ultimately, she does not kill Dr. Poison.
And this final gem, at the conclusion: It’s not about what you deserve. It’s about what you believe, and I believe in love. I used to want to save the world…to bring peace. I learned within them [humans] there was both [light and dark], a choice. And now I know that only love can truly change the world. So, I stay, I fight and I give.
Couponing seems to be everywhere. Whether you follow The Krazy Coupon Ladyor enjoy shows like Extreme Couponing, one needs not look far to find examples of people saving thousands of dollars on goods. I originally took an interest in downsizing my grocery bill for the sheer challenge of seeing if I could do it.
Ever a diligent student, I met with a couple of other women who were further down the line, organized and experts in their economizing fields. One had a binder full of vouchers, categorized with individual, labeled dividers. I listened intently to her words, eager to get started on slashing my grocery bill in half.
The following is an account of my three-month process, the top three steps that save me money at the grocery store, and why I decided to stop cutting coupons out of the newspaper and other media.
1. The Bargain Book is your friend.
Our Bargain Book is delivered every Tuesday morning, and contains specials that are good for that week. My favorite grocery store is H-E-B, and there are ads that specifically showcase their discounted meat, produce and Combo Locos (Spanish for “Crazy Combos”-ex: buy seasoned fajitas and receive rice, beans and a 2-liter coke for FREE).
I plan my meals for the upcoming week around which cold cuts are on sale. While we tend to stay away from red meat (save for the occasional lasagna, spaghetti and barbecue meals), we consume our share of chicken and fish. The Combo Locos featured in the promotion have yellow, corresponding coupons you pick as you shop.
The meat, vegetables, fruit and other items marked down will have the sale price listed. There is also an H-E-B app you can download to check off discounted items (with digital vouchers) as you go, and other money-saving, smart-phone apps likeIbotta.
2. Purchase only what you will consume.
This may seem like a no-brainer, but the biggest problem I had with couponing was that the discounts were not for products my family and I regularly consume. I would purchase the The Brownsville Herald’s Sunday Newspaper for $1.25, and it was full of specials. I gradually began cutting out useful vouchers for products we could use, and started an envelope system to keep them organized. I knew getting the hang of saving money in this way would take time.
Eager to learn new things, I set aside different coupons for each trip to the store that corresponded with items on our list. The majority of the discounts were for name-brand items, and ended up being more expensive than buying the generic label. Strike one.
On certain occasions, I ended up spending more with my magical, marked-down tickets because I began buying things out of convenience. Both granola bars and Eggo, frozen pancakes fell into this category. We never snacked on store-bought granola before, and then it became a staple in our home because it was on sale. I had not tried anything made by Eggo before, but the convenience of heating up the pancakes once a week in the microwave became common place. While neither of these products tasted terrible, I could easily make them both from scratch and save more in the end. Strike two.
We also enjoy breakfast for supper once a week, on average (another way to save). Our children love French Toast and Eggs.
While I did find good deals on toiletries and children’s medicine, I shaved a total of $25.00 off our monthly grocery bill (and this was once I got the hang of things). I began to question if the time I was investing in the endeavor was worth the results. Strike three!
3. You can’t be a snob if you want to save.
Truly. Once upon a time, I was a Wal-Mart snob. I preferred stores like Target for my essentials. And then I had three children, and poof, no more being a snob!
While H-E-B will always be my favorite, if I need to buy necessary items outside of food, Wal-Mart is where I go. The six months following the birth of our third baby, I thrived because of their online, grocery pick-up system. I wrote a blog post on that experience here, For the Love of Convenience.
I also know other moms who swear by Target, and enjoy their vouchers and apps. That is what works for them. Ultimately, I decided to throw the towel in on couponing because it was not working for me, and I was already saving money without it.
What are special things you do when shopping for groceries or toiletries, that have proven to be gentle on your wallet? Most of the best ideas I have followed I received from friends, so do share!