I forget where I read this great tidbit on the Net, but I’m going to pass it along. I don’t do a lot of online shopping, but when I do, it’s almost always at Neiman Marcus. They send me great sale e-mails with deep discounts. I bought three fabulous designer dresses for $320.00 total. The original prices on these added up to $1,800.00. But what’s so cool is they also e-mail me “product codes” to use as discounts or free shipping.
I read that those boxes on websites that say “promo code” aren’t there just to look pretty–but almost at any time, you can Google a useable code to get a discount on that website. So today I’m looking at buying something on Frontgate. I did a Google search on it–sure enough, got a promo code for FREE shipping. I recently bought my daughter bedding on Macy’s. We’d been waiting for a sale and this was her Christmas gift. I found the product code WHITE and not only did I get free shipping, but an extra 10% off!
So happy post-holiday shopping and SAVE money! I love a bargain!!!
So it’s my dear husband’s birthday this Friday and I usually have fabulous ideas. But this year, so close after my “fabulous” Christmas gift ideas, I’m tapped out. I’ve gotten him a few things, but nothing to ”wow” like I try to do.
He’s mentioned wanting a dump truck. I know there are some on Craig’s List, but this would be a small feat even for me to manage to get a dump truck home to put a bow on it. And there’s just something “unromantic” about the whole thing.
I asked him what he wanted and he gave the stock, “Oh, I’m good. Just a card will do” answer. Which isn’t an answer. He’s requested I cook him a nice dinner as he said my cooking is better than the restaurants he enjoys. That was sweet of him, but it’s a no brainer to make him the fish and creme brulee that he wants.
If anyone has any great ideas, let me know.
I know my limits. Which is why I rarely bake anymore. When I lost quite a bit of weight, I did so by exercising more and eating less–and giving up fast food, candy and diet pop. For the most part, three years later and fairly maintaining that weight loss, I still have zero desire to eat fast food. I gave it up cold turkey. Now the thought of it turns my stomach. Once in a blue moon, a Taco Bell taco sounds good, but I don’t eat it. I believe I may have eaten a few Big Macs in the past three years, but never crave them. No diet pop. Gross. Candy . . . still my downfall. If I stumble, that’s where I stumble first. I don’t buy it–but I’ve got a husband who does bring sugar into the house.
At Christmas, I’ve usually baked cookies. This year I wasn’t going to. I knew I’d eat them. Well, I decided to make three types of cookies for my daughters. The peanutbutter Hershey kiss thumbprints, pecan snowballs, and roll out sugar with frosting. Okay, I admit it–I was like a monster unleashed eating all those cookies. I got rid of the extras around here and I’m back in control. I simply cannot be trusted around sweets.
Since it is Christmas, I will definitely indulge in holiday chow, er, cheer. As I think we all should. So with that in mind, here’s the recipe to those delish Pecan Snowball cookies.
1 cup butter
1/2 cup sugar
2 teaspoons vanilla
2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups finely chopped pecans (I put mine in the food processor)
1/2 cup confectioner’s sugar
Preheat oven to 325 degrees. Cream butter and sugar. Add vanilla, flour, salt and pecans and beat well. Form into one-inch balls and place them about one inch apart on a cookie sheet. Bake for 25 minutes. Let cool five inutes and roll in the powdered sugar. YUM YUM
For those of you who enjoy a movie you can cheer about–try SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE. It’s an indy worth your time to hunt down. Here in Boise it’s playing at the Flicks.
It’s the story of Jamal and his brother growing up in the slums of India. Interwoven with tales from their childhood and young adult lives is Jamal’s present situation–a contestant on India’s Who Wants To Be A Millionaire. The writing in this movie was great and the storyline uniquely clever. My husband gave it a thumbs up, too!
Go check it out and let me know what you think.
. . . that HE is the Sexiest Man Alive. Sorry PEOPLE, you got it wrong!
So I took my daughters to a charity screening of THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON in Boise last night. The producer (Frank Marshall) and his wife live in Boise and are best known for the Jason Bourne movies. Anyway, we all got to see an advance screening of his latest–15 days before those of you who live elsewhere. LOL.
This movie was amazing! The plotline is basic yet unusual. The hero, Benjamin, is born old and each day he lives, he grows younger and younger. He meets Daisy, and each day she grows older and older. Imagine if you will, a large X in your life, and in the middle, these two finally are about the same age after being so far apart when they first meet. But beyond that, as Ben gets younger and Daisy older, the two have hurdles to overcome.
On Christmas Day when this movie is released, go and enjoy. My daughters and I loved it!
So I was at the store this morning. I won’t say which one. It offers great prices, is a fav of mine, and very close to my house. I went to buy LOST Season 4 to watch on the treadmill. As I coasted down the aisles I thought–oh yeah, I need to send out Christmas cards. Actually, my husband volunteered to send them out since I’m on a deadline and I have no life until the end of January.
I found the rows of cards and I began my search. An enter aisle of cards . . . 90% said HAPPY HOLIDAYS. 10% said MERRY CHRISTMAS. I didn’t buy any. What is going on America? Why can’t we say Merry Christmas anymore? When did that became a bad thing? Back when I was a kid, we had Christmas Break, now it’s Winter Break. We have become so PC it is ridiculous.
Anyway, that’s my mini-rant for the day. Here’s a snap of our Christmas tree. Not our holiday tree, but our CHRISTMAS tree. The bells in the forefront hang over the entry door. P.S. That tree is a fourteen footer. To put the stuff on that bad-boy, hubby had to use two ladders. But worth it. So purdy!
I’m a confessed neat freak. I love cleaning and organization. This morning I spent a moment cleaning the craft room (ask me if I do crafts–lol), and cleaning off the countertops in there. I use the room for my sewing machine, ironing board, and catch all for stuff. Mostly, it’s neat as a pin. Cocoa, the Yorkie, sleeps in there and loves her spot by the heater register.
Some people get a “rush” from chocolate or some food or maybe exercise. While I enjoy that, I get a rush from a clean and neat environment. My office is never messy. You can always see my desk top. If I have a paper that needs to be filed, I file it. A letter that has to be answered, I answer it. I guess you could say I’m a textbook case on being a neat freak.
I pondered if I was always this way. I can’t recollect being excited about cleaning my room when I was little. I know when I lived in my own apartment, my place was always spit-spot. Living as an adult single woman, my home was immaculate and you could sleep on my garage floor. My tools were lined up nicely, my cars have always been parked in the garage.
I will concede, as I get older, that propensity to always be cleaning has “somewhat” subsided. I now have help to clean my home every other week. With six bathrooms, it’s rather nice to have that handled for me. But I do fuss over nit-picky things. If I see lint on the carpet, I pick it up. A spot on my kitchen floor, I wash the floor.
My husband says I’m obsessed . . . well, I love you dear, but I believe your “obsession” is the polar opposite of mine. Perhaps in our old age, we can meet in the middle. I’ll be more sloppy if you be more neat. And if you can’t, I’ll still love you anyway. I kind of like how your office is always a disaster. Makes me feel like I give you latitude. The old me would have had that baby sparkling every day. See–you can teach an old broad new tricks.