Cheap Cheep

Our living sustainable and simply has led us to a new joy: raising chickens! Yes that’s right, we are urban farmers raising chickens for their eggs in our suburban backyard. How cool is that!

Chicks are super easy to own and take care of, plus the kids adore them! Basically all you need is a warm space for them to run around in, a nesting area, water and chicken feed. After doing a ton of research on the web (What kind of diseases do they carry? How long do they live? What do you need for them to produce eggs? Can you make money?) We went to the feed store to price it all out. Well, seeing the kids reaction to the “Little Birdies!” (Maddie) “Doggie!” (Christian) and the fact that they only cost $3 each, we went home with a box of 3 chickens, and their food stuff.

Four hours later Dustin had designed and built from supplies at Home Depot our “Rockin’ Roost”. We still have to set up their individual nesting rooms and I want to paint the outside to look like a barn but for the most part, we have an operating chicken farm.

We went ahead and named the chickens…even though Dustin wanted a nameless one for “hunting”. I think we’ll have to get a really ugly one for that purpose. They’d offered us a toe biting goose for free at the feed store that we could have used for “hunting”, but I don’t know if Dustin is REALLY ready to kill and prepare a goose or chicken yet. Maybe he is and I’m the one that’s not ready.

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Photo Friday

It’s taking me awhile to get the hang of a manual camera. I’m still working on lighting and focusing. It’s sooooo hard with moving kids! By the time I’ve figured out the right light setting and adjusted the focus, the kids are in a completely different room :)

(Sometimes you have to turn a blind eye in order to get things done)

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Blog Names

I loved, loved, loved reading through the responses y’all gave for ideas to name my blog. It was so fun seeing your perspective of me …. like Alejandro’s description…..”Like Seinfeld, wrapped in Little House on the Prairie, dipped in Blossom, then stuffed in Teletubbies.” ….oddly I get it, but you’re weird :)

Here are some of my favorites that didn’t make the cut: (eliminated for the shuddering effect of what kind of people would be coming to my blog after doing a google search for the following:)

Not so virgin Mary
Nookie Rookie
Bloody Mary
Sweet Cherry Mary

Eeek! Can you imagine the guy on the other side of the internet typing in those names? Thanks for the suggestions though :)

So, I’m wrapping this thing up and STILL need your help. I need you to vote on your favorite name. My favorite is my tagline: There’s spit up on my tattoo. But that leaves two questions: 1.) Would that be the name I use when commenting on other people’s blogs? 2.) That is an incredibly long domain name wwww.theresspituponmytattoo.com ; can I do that?

Please grace me with your vote on the names below and drop me your opinion on if I could use my tagline. Thanks!

The Finalists:

MamMARY Farm
My Mary Way
There’s Spit up on my tattoo
Marymeant

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Midwife update

I had my apt with the lovely, capable, refreshing Donna, CMNP on Monday. It was perfect. Her office is actually a house that’s been renovated to be an office, but still feels very much like a house. As soon as I walked into the familiar, non sterile atmosphere I knew I had made the right decision with going back to her.

She greeted me with a hug and said “What a surprise! Again?!!!”. We chatted about this pregnancy and my desires for delivery. She reassured me that I wasn’t the screaming wench I remember myself being during the last birth and then looked me in the eyes and said “We’re going to do this again and you’re going to be just as great!”. Awwwwww. I”m in love.

I finally feel pregnant. Somehow seeing Donna made everything real. I immediately went home and registered at Target online. (Did you know they are carrying slings and Hooter Hiders now? So cool!)

I love my midwife and am so excited to see this little girl in October!

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It’s been awhile since I bought an ounce

Dustin is such a fun guy to get to know. You can’t put him in a box at all! He contradicts any stereotypes and challenges what you think you know of him. That is part of what I love best about him. He has a half sleeve of tattoos but hates cussing. He’s super friendly but actually an introvert. He hates using Christian-ese words like “sanctified”, “quickened by the Holy Spirit”, “saved”, but has a diploma in theology. He drinks, but thinks that partying is stupid. He loves the fact that he has an old truck with no window, no AC and no tailgate, but takes pride in all of the “quality” purchases we’ve made. He drives a motorcycle, and yet there’s this part of Dustin that is an “Old Soul”. He loves nostalgia. He loves classic literature and the thought of being a grumpy old man, cooped up in his study.

So keeping with the grumpy old man theme, for Father’s Day I bought Dustin a pipe, some tobacco and the complete leather bound collection of Sherlock Holmes. You’d think I was the best wife ever! I haven’t seen him that smiley and chill for a looooong time. I kept wanting to check the bag to make sure that it was just pipe tobacco in there :)

Buying his gift was an experience all in itself. My journey into the realm of pipe buying reminded me of high school and certain pipes I may or may not have bought back then. Going back into smoke shops, walking past the hookas, bongs and other stuff all while pushing a double stroller, was a weird experience to say the least. I felt like I was doing something wrong. Something illegal. Somehow exposing my kids to the dark under belly of my youth.

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The guy that runs the shop was super nice and the other stoner, chain wearing hoodlums customers all melted and played with the kids, between their coughing spells. The kids loved it and clapped and sang for their rough but sweet audience. I think I’ll leave the buying of the tobacco up to Dustin now. He’s on his own. But it was a nice reminder of what God has brought me from and helped me to see the life that He has given me.

Now, I’m researching all sorts of stuff about tobacco smoke, because I love the smell of it. I like to be around Dustin when he’s smoking, but I’m not sure if it’s as harmful second hand as cigarettes.

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Giddy

Hooray! I found the midwife I used with Christian! I have an apt scheduled for Monday and I can’t wait to see her! She only delivers at one hospital, so I guess that cuts out having to choose one :)

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What God Has Done

I was just flossing my teeth and stopped, stared into the mirror and realized: “I am beautiful”. When a 5 month pregnant woman can see past the blood pouring from her enlarged gums and see beauty in the unshowered face….that HAS to be God. You know what else is God? Tons of stuff! During the vigorous flem removal, I realized God has done so much for me over the past year years and more often than not I’m blogging about what I need, what I want, angst, angst, angst. But then, who would ever want to follow Christ if all of the Christians are constantly complaining? Couldn’t they do just as well on their own if the Christians are so miserable? What kind of God is that?

It makes it seem like we serve a God that doesn’t come through, a God that’s happy to just hear our pitiful complaints and pat our spoiled little heads. How often does God answer our prayers going unrecognized? How often does God display himself in the Powerful All Mighty way rather than the watered down teddy bear version that is portrayed? I think all the time, and it’s sad that He doesn’t get Glory for it.

So I just want to recognize what He’s done for me lately.

  • Helped us sort through the mess of business and personal finances for taxes, and come out on top! We got a great tax return!
  • We were able to pay off FOUR forms of debt with our tax return!
  • We have a great house, in a great neighborhood and I finally feel like I’ve found “home” in Arizona.
  • Our marriage - Woah! That’s the biggest thing. We went from domestic violence (on my part with Dustin), jail time (again, my part), daily fighting, being separated for a total of almost 3 months in 2007 to….this amazing understanding of one another and our differences. Somehow (God) I’m just so in love with Dustin again. He makes me laugh, I sympathize with his struggles, I can have compassion on his weaknesses and I find myself waking up at two in the morning to find that at some point in the night one of us reached over and held the others hand and fell asleep that way. Just 9 months ago we were sleeping in separate rooms! Only God can provide healing and restoration like that!
  • Last week our $16 stretch fell short. With the last of the diapers on the kids, I called our life group leader at church and humbly (I was so embarrassed) asked if they could help us with diapers. Our church totally loved on us. They gave us $70 that night and I just got a call that more people wanted to give and there is even more for us to pick up today. I’m so overwhelmed with love. I know that it was their choice to sacrifice for us, but God was also at work on our behalf in their hearts.

Those are just some of the things that I have time for right now. But I just wanted to again thank God. He is so much more than a security blanket. He is worth serving. Worth sacrificing for. Worth praising.

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I know you’re supposed to be all powerful but….you’re fired

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I have no clue why I went with an OB this pregnancy rather than going the same route as the last two, and using a midwife. Perhaps it was the fact I was convinced that I wanted my epidural started in my first trimester. Perhaps it was just curiosity. Perhaps it was the sitcom like last name of the doctor. I don’t know, but man, this experience has been TOTALLY different!

I really like the doctor. She’s sweet, young, just had her own baby 7 months ago and I felt generally comfortable around her. The thing is, I’ve done this before. No actually, I’ve done this having a baby thing twice before. I’ve researched the ENTIRE spectrum of child birthing. I started wanting a home water birth, no interventions, no sonograms, just totally natural. Well that didn’t happen, so in the process I learned a ton about the common practice of c-sections, emergency c-sections, vaginal births after c-sections (VBAC), and all of the associated risks. As a nurse, I know about what’s normal and abnormal anyways and I’m familiar with the meds and the TRUE risks associated with them.

Soooooooo….. When Dr. cool name and I had the following conversation yesterday, I lost a lot of confidence in her and decided that a Dr. isn’t going to get me the birth I want.

Dr. Coolname - (finishing up her exam) So, looks like you are the perfect pregnant woman. No risks, right on schedule with uterine measurement and weight gain. Any questions?
Me: You sent me for a level 2 ultrasound last week because of the risk related to moms on Prozac. The Radiologist didn’t seem to know anything about that risk and had to research it before he could even consult with us at the apt. What did you find valuable from the U/S results?
Dr. Coolname - I wasn’t expecting anything abnormal ONE study showed that sometimes women on Prozac have babies that have a pulmonary problem at birth. Nothing more than that, no need to be alarmed.
Me: So in your opinion you feel it’s totally safe for me to continue on the drug? Because I couldn’t find ANY studies on it.
Dr. Coolname - Yes, you can continue on the med. I just have to cover all of my basis you know?
Me: I understand and appreciate that (Thinking- man it must suck to be a doctor and constantly have to order tests and procedures just out of fear of malpractice suits). This is my other thing; I’ve decided that I do want to VBAC naturally again this time. I don’t want an epidural.
Dr. Coolname - Hmmmm, I advise ALL my VBAC’s to get an epidural. Just in case. That way we have meds on board and are ready to go. There’s that risk of Uterine rupture and we just want to be safe.
Me: ( The “risk” is ridiculously small AND fatality or harm from it even smaller ). Aren’t I required legally to VBAC in a hospital because of the necessity of emergency equip?
Dr. Coolname - Yes, that’s right
Me: So wouldn’t an epidural be on stand by anyway?
Dr. Coolname - Yes, but it’s easier to have it through the labor anyways

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Just between you and me….that’s crap! An epidural takes like what, 3 minutes? And as a VBAC I’m required to have an anesthesiologist on stand by just for me, so there isn’t even a risk of delay. AND last time I VBAC with my midwife she told me that an epidural could slow things down and the risk of my need for another c-section goes up! So I felt like my OB was just feeding me crap info, knowing that it makes her job safer, but the procedures ARE NOT NECESSARY!!!!

Then I thought, well, maybe Dustin and I can just labor on our own, forget the OB’s desires. They usually only come in to catch anyways. But then I remembered scary nurse and how I was screaming for an epidural last time and the only reason I didn’t get one was because my midwife lied to me (thank you Donna!) and said it was on it’s way, when in fact they had never called for it!

Me: I really don’t want an epidural.
Dr. Coolname: Let’s talk about it again on labor day.
Me: (What the crap! You know I’ll give in then! That’s totally manipulation!)

Sooo…I’m going back to my midwife. Only problem is, she’s not at the same practice and I can’t find her!

(Ram-a-liar image courtesy of Wacky Packages)

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Name my baby and win!

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No, I’m not asking you to name that baby. I want you to name this baby, my blog!

Dustin and I started our website in 2001. It’s purpose was to update out of town family with all of our wedding details so that they could stay informed. Over the years it’s morphed into an actual blog. Year by year, our blogs have taken on their own personalities. His is more tech and theology focused, mine more mommy focused. Our domain name is up for renewal and now that we aren’t really blogging together anymore, “theyoungbostons” doesn’t quite fit. So, although we as a married coupled are getting closer, our blogs are going to be splitting ways.

So that means I get to have my very own name! What do you think it should be?

I’ve noticed people linking to me as:
Young Mary Boston
The Young Bostons
Mary Boston
Maremone

It’s all so confusing. I’d like to just get rid of the youngboston thing altogether. If my name were included in the title in a clever way I wouldn’t mind.

I’d like something sassy and mom related. Other blog names I heart are: Girl’s Gone Child and Whiskey in My Sippy Cup.

I like my tagline “There’s spit up on my tattoo” but can that be a blog name? I dunno. I need your help!

If I like your suggestion and use it, I’ll send you a Thistle Hill care package including two soaps and one of her soy candles. The owner raises her own goats and uses their milk to make all of her products. They’re totally natural and smell soooooo yummy. My mother in law gave me her stuff to try out on Christian since he had such bad Eczema and I’ve since fallen in love with the stuff and would love to share them with you. Check out her product descriptions at her etsy site.

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So hit me with your best shot…leave me a comment with your suggestion.

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$16 Stretch

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Before the kids I was a full time home health nurse. One of the main things I did was visit the homebound, assess them and set up their medications for two weeks. When I was first called to set up someone’s medication I thought, “Is this a joke? How hard can it be?”. I was envisioning how I take my two pills daily: Fish oil and a multi vitamin. Not the case with these folks!

I’d get to a home and find shelves of medication bottles, insulin and syringes. Many of the pills being the same drug but different dosages, conflicting meds, some of them expired! It was common for a single patient to take 8-12 pills a day! The sad thing is that only about three of them would be for the actual diagnosis and the rest would were to control the symptoms caused by the primary pills.

I’d get so frustrated with my patients because most of the diagnosis were treatable with diet change. High blood pressure and Diabetes were my most frequent calls. I felt like they wouldn’t need to be on any of that crap if they would just eat right. When I inspected their pantries and fridges I’d find fatty potato chips, pudding snacks, canned fruits in heavy syrup, sugary cereals in bulk, white bread and frozen dinners. I’d finish my medi-set, followed with a teaching on diet related to their disease process only to find hopeless looks on my patient’s faces. They’d explain that the food they have is all they can afford. I’d roll my eyes inwardly and think “Excuses, excuses. See ya in two weeks.”

This week, I finally understood them. Unfortunately, they don’t get to benefit from any sympathy that I now have, since I’m not seeing patients any more.

As I’ve blogged several times before, our finances our tight from the business start up last year. Our tax return is coming next week, and we’ve made a plan on the best way to put it to use. Until then, we are really tight. Starting last Saturday we had exactly $16 to make work until next Tuesday! $16 for 10 days! $16 for groceries, gas and diapers!

Dustin’s car pooling with the guys this week, so gas was taken care of. I then headed to Albertsons with a strict grocery list and the meager $16. We usually buy organic and whole grain foods for the family. When I priced what I normally would have got I realized I could only buy, cheese, bread, bananas and milk for that amount! How the heck is that going to feed us for 10 days? And it still didn’t leave me enough money for diapers.

What I found is, you can get 5 loaves of totally bleached, grain stripped white bread for $10. If you buy the fatty hormone laden chicken, you can get more for your money. If you buy the generic fruit in a can it’s cheaper than fresh (although drenched in syrup).

I left the store with three bags of groceries for $16 and appalled at what was contained within them. I’m thankful that we have enough to eat and that God provided the money, but it’s so unhealthy! That made me think of my former patients, living in subsidized housing and their only income being the $300 social security check they receive each month. No wonder their pantries were ffilled with that crap. “It’s all they could afford”. Even those that went to the food banks came back with the same stuff.

I’m so frustrated with the situation. They’re sick because they’re poor. They’re poor because they’re sick. What’s the solution?

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