Sunday Night Calm

Sunday night has to be my favorite night of the week.
I can look forward to a new week, with new things to accomplish and I have usually set the last week straight and have cleaned the house somewhat to have a nice start to the new week. It just makes me happy to have that order and calm.

I've also found a new love. I love fountain pens. They write beautifully and make you feel like your words are elegant and beautiful and worth writing down. I have bought five of them this week on ebay:) for less than one that I would buy at Office Depot. I admit it, I am a nostalgia buff too. It tickles me to think that my pen could have written words of love to a child or a husband. I can't wait to get them in the mail.

Not too much creating this week, just a coupon notebook, a very sad sourdough bread, and a shopping list to go along with my monthly shopping. I grocery shop once a month for my family. This time I had 65 bucks worth of coupons, woot! Last time was 45, so I am increasing my savings every month. And no, I don't buy stuff just because I have a coupon for it. I only bought things that we would normally use and it had to be a good price to begin with. For example, I passed on the 55 cent off of the pringles in a bag, 6 for 3.99 (youch!). Instead, I bought the pringles in a can (4 of them) for 99 cents each and used the buck off coupon. I got way more pringles for my money. I left the other coupon on the pringles packet for someone else to use.
I am only learning to be a couponer, but so far in two months, I have saved over 150 bucks. Not bad!

I am going to teach my students to oil pastel their mother's days gifts this week. I have been messing around with gesso and painting everything cardboard that I can get my hands on, toilet paper tubes, the thing that the paints came in, and little itty bitty frames. Too cute! I love gesso, it is a new friend of mine.

And on a last sad note, last week a student at our rival high school lost his life in a car accident. His name was Noah. At the time of the accident, I was sitting on the couch with my own Noah, watching a movie. The thought that that poor Noah's mom would give anything to trade places with me, has been haunting me all week. That poor mama, that poor family. It makes you grateful and want to hug your kids a lot more, even if they are teenagers and you can't stand them right now.

Ok, off to clean my face with the olive oil mix and get to bed. Hubby is coming home tomorrow after being gone for three weeks. Yeah!