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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Extreme Couponing

Move over Real Housewives of Everywhere, I have a new series linked obsession. Actually it's a bit sad, but I am hooked.

Extreme Couponing. 

It's pathetic and embarrassing and I love it.

If you have not yet had the pleasure, the show basically follows an "Extreme Couponer" as they prepare and execute a massive shopping trip armed with a folder or box crate full of neatly clipped and itemised coupons. The aim of the game is to get as much as they can, for very little out of pocket expense. It doesn't really go into how these people are able to amass such large numbers of coupons, although some have been known to climb into recyling waste bins...

You also get to see their personal "stock pile" of free or heavily discounted items lining the walls of their homes. Paper towel seems to be a popular item, as is deodarant, sports drinks, tooth paste and cereal. Obviously items with a long shelf life are the most desirable.

But its the suspense of the checkout that really has me sucked in, the whole process is rife with potential hiccups.

Did they count out exactly 700 toothbrushes?

Will all of their coupons scan correctly?

Is the checkout chick going to lose her shit at having to spend 3 hours serving 1 anxious, hyperventilating tightarse?

Edge of your seat stuff I tell you.

I find myself cheering for the reductions and marvelling at the savings. 

How on earth do they do it? 

How did they just buy $1,000 worth of groceries and the store owes them money?

What the hell are they going to do with 94 packets of croutons? 

Most importantly, why don't we have couponing in Australia? 

I think I would be good at it. I have couponing nerd written all over me. Nothing gets me more excited than a spreadsheet of promised savings. I have even put one together to track our spending before. Not to mention the meticulously labeled and ordered folders that you need to keep it all organised.

Yep, I was made for couponing. Get me in there!

As much as the show amuses me, if I let myself think about it too long it actually is a little bit depressing. I think it's great that families are able to recover from financial hardship using this system, but I can't help but worry about the sheer compulsive consumerism of a 16 year old boy proudly displaying his shelf of feminine hygiene products that he just had to get because they were free. The same kid that complained he had to go 5 weeks without couponing because his inconsiderate bastard family took him to Mexico for a holiday. 

And I don't care how good the sale was, I cannot see a reason why I would need a 50 year supply of the same crappy roll on deodarant sitting in my garage. Variety is the spice of life people!

Still, it kinda leaves our 2 Helga loaves for $6 for dead doesn't it?


Tuesday, 28 February 2012

The Honeymoon Is Over–TV In The Bedroom

I have long held the belief that having a TV in the bedroom signals the end of romance in a marriage. Since we are the masters of all thing romantic in this house (ahem) I have stuck by this belief for almost 12 years. When Mr Bond and I were both working long hours the only time we really had together through the week was spent watching TV together. Sure we didn’t always want to watch the same thing, but at the time we only had free-to-air channels, so options were limited and for me it was more important to at least be able to sit in the same room together, even if there was little conversation. Fortunately, Mr Bond had never seemed overly keen about the idea of a TV in the bedroom either.

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Fast forward 2 years and I have started coming around to the idea. It started while Mr Bond was working away last year. There was something unsettling to me about sitting up by myself in the lounge room watching hours of mindless programs. Since I have never lived on my own I hated going to bed alone, being able to fall asleep to the drone of a TV was appealing and I found myself scouring catalogues and investigating the cost of Foxtel multi-room (you can’t expect me to miss out on Real Housewives can you???).

Once Mr Bond was back home full time it was a struggle to have to share the remote. As if the constant Dora-thon wasn’t bad enough I had to share at night too! I had forgotten about all of the variations of wildest, deadliest, dirtiest, fishingest, trucker-builders that I was once again being subjected to. Thank God we have IQ and I could tape all of my preferred viewing trashiness.

Just when I thought we had it all figured out and I was working that Series Link like a MoFo I remembered something that had me diving back into the catalogues. Something so horrible that I can’t believe I had missed it, and it starts this Thursday.

Footy season.

As if it wasn’t bad enough when we only had free-to-air and Friday night’s and Sunday afternoon’s were all about trying to understand terms such as ‘double movement’ and ‘hospital pass’ and all the other random shouting at the screen, but NOW we get Super Saturday too! We never miss a game, ever.

It’s torture.

Even the eye candy is a little sparse, for every one of these you get.

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You get about 15 of these.

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I think I need an escape.

Do you have a TV in the bedroom? Does it save your marriage during Footy Season?

Since it’s Tuesday, you know you better pop over to Diary of a SAHM and check out all the other bloggers linking up this week. Especially since Jess has done another kick-ass vlog!

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Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Dora the Explorer AKA Toddler Crack

We have a bit of a dependency problem in our house right now and it’s far worse than any dummy issues we have had. Dora the Explorer has infiltrated my home and taken hold of my innocent little girl. At the moment, I am at a loss as to how to overcome the problem. Actually I don’t know how it even got to this point, it just kind of crept up on us and now we are dealing with a pretty serious addiction to the big-headed demon with the purple backpack.

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