There are several things that I tend to be private about - or at least touch only the tip of the iceberg about.  One of those subjects is my weight.  I've blogged about various products that I've used, about my trips to the gym and about my serious snack habits but seldom do I lay it all on the line.  It's not something I'm happy about - in general.  Despite going to the gym regularly for the past several years, my weight never really dropped.  Mainly because I eat too much.

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Reading Facebook can be pretty entertaining sometimes.  A friend, Audrey, announced that her son was searching their pantry for Box Tops so his class could win the pizza party.  I think it was originally posted as a warning that soon he would be calling grandma for her stash.  What resulted was a slew of comments noting the role that the Box Top program plays in our lives.  One of my favorite comments was when a woman said that their dog sitter stole all their Box Tops while they were gone. I wasn't quite sure whether to laugh at the simple hilarity of the situation or be sad for the child that had all his cardboard cash stolen. Box Tops are serious business for kids!  If you have school-aged kids... or grandkids... you can totally relate, I'm sure!

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When I was 4, my folks uprooted us from our small home in the small city and transplanted us right into rural Iowa. We lived in a housing development that consisted of 10 acre non-farm properties. The school that I attended was itty-bitty and covered families from miles away. They, on the other hand, we're mostly farm families.

I have fond grade-school memories of spending the night at my best friend's house. Liz lived on a farm which meant work was required of every family member and ATC's were tools of the trade and not recreational toys. It wasn't always that way... remember being in second grade and participating in a coloring contest in class. I colored my farm animal the wrong color, according to Liz. They aren't that color in real life. I learned a lot about farm life from Liz.

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This is a recap of my week beginning with Hanukkah and my mission for Little Miss A to have some Tyson Mini Chicken Sandwiches.

On the first night of Hanukkah my true love gave to me…nothing. Because I am not Jewish!!!!! J But….I do have to buy that frame to put little Miss A’s pre-school picture in it to give to my husband tonight who celebrates this Festival of Lights. I have to have this done before he comes home form work! I also have to dig out the menorah. Find the candles. Make sure my husband knows I haven’t forgotten about Hanukkah. My mission today is to go to Walmart and buy: applesauce, bananas, Cheerios, Tyson Mini Chicken Sandwiches, Spray N’Wash, Fabric Softener, an 8x10 frame (for the picture), and pick up a picture from the Photo Center at Walmart. With my list, I lug my two kids to Walmart on this cool 34 degree day.

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When I was a kid, I remember the first generic item we purchased. It was a bag of wanna-be Doritos. They came in a yellow bag and we got them at Eagle. Generics were a new thing back then and we weren't sure what to expect. Surprisingly, those generic wanna-be Doritos were very good.

DH also vividly recalls his early experience with generic products. Green beans in white cans with black writing that simply said "Green Beans". His mom used to purchase them (and other generic foods) at an Aldi store in the nearby larger town. They regularly carpooled to it with a family friend to stock up.

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Know what I'm doing right now? Typing my blog post on my iPad. Before that, I was playing a game on it and before that I entered something in my nutrition tracking app. A little while ago, I was wondering how much a video game was worth so I looked it up on eBay. After my laptop got fried, DH decided to get me an iPad... I figured I would use it here or there. I had no idea I would use it as much as I do.

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Last year, as part of a discussion in the Collective Bias community, we decided to go a step beyond the traditional gift exchange.  As I explained last year, I'm not a fan of exchanging things just for the sake of exchanging.  Yes, it's only $5 but when you're talking about here, there and everywhere, $5 adds up.  Besides, it's about the thought, not about the gift.  So while some members of the community decided to exchange ornaments or do a Secret Santa or something, I wanted to share something more valuable to me.  My space.

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When we first moved to California, DH and I spent a lot of time just soaking up the new environment. There was so much to see and do. So much to take in. So much culture.

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A few years ago, I sat in the dentist office.  My daughters were sitting nearby patiently waiting for their turn to get their teeth checked and cleaned.  There was another mom there who commented - in total awe and amazement - about the fact that my girls weren't freaking out.  They didn't seem to be upset at all that they were at the dentist office.  She said she just didn't understand.

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If you're anything like me, the scale has always been a thing to hate.  No matter what weight I've been at, I've never been happy.  After getting engaged, my dad agreed to go to Weight Watchers with me so I would be at a happier weight for my big day.  On my birthday in 1993, he (and my mom) bought me a Health O Meter Doctor's Scale.

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