Notecards are not something I thought I’d ever be a fan of. Do you know what I love? Dollar tree, the target dollar spot and pretty much anything on clearance. I spent years shopping the clearance sections just to get a little *hit* of my drug of choice. Spending money. This compulsion of mine could probably be stretched out into years of blog posts, but for now I’ll just leave with this. Money, easy come, easy spend. Fun right?
Do you want to know something I never bought? During all of those reckless, and not so reckless spending sprees? Notecards. Why would I buy them? I don’t use them, I don’t scrapbook. If I wanted to say something to someone I could just drop them a quick text message ‘hey, thinking of you!’ If my Poppa sent me birthday money. Which he always did. I would just email him ‘Thanks for the money, I bought such and so with it. I really appreciate it.’ And boom, done.
I think some of you are with me and some of you may be cringing and others are like ‘uh, why are you writing this? Why am I reading this?’ Yeah, those of you who are cringing, you guys know where in going with this. I think I could have used a few lessons on being human by Miss Manners
My Poppa passed away when I was 9 months pregnant with my youngest child. I was sitting in the car dealership waiting to get my car repaired when I found out. My mom, she didn’t text me. She called. It was a rough time. I couldn’t travel, I couldn’t really do much for my mom either.
Do you know what my regrets are? Not sending my Poppa a card, every single year, thanking him. Maybe popping a quick photo of me and later the kids in there but mostly, I regret not hand writing him a thank you, hunting down a stamp, texting my mom for his address and sending him a card.
I personally hate cards, they are clutter and I toss them when I get home.
Guess what?! What I like, doesn’t freaking matter in a relationship. You can’t always do what you like, especially when you’re trying to let someone know you care. The easy road, isn’t always the best road.
When I was first starting to sell LuLaRoe I polled my VIP group.
**Which is basically Facebook group that you’re the center of attention of. It’s lovely, and a huge responsibility and relationships in that type of group, especially when there are 90,000 other people doing exactly what I do, are extremely important.**
These people, these relationships I was trying to build, these friends of mine. They overwhelmingly told me that as nice as the sticky notes, the pens, the hair ties and the free leggings were. They appreciated a note, thanking them for their purchase, more than anything else.
So I started buying notecards. Not for me, not because I like them, not because I am a hoarder. Not because they were on clearance or because they were the perfect color. I bought them, because people are important. I bought cards with cats on them, pretty cards, floral and geometrical designs. Christmas themes (can you guess how much I love Christmas decor, I refer to it as Xmas barf to give you a clue) and plain solid colors. Printed with a message or blank. Gold, black, inspiring, religious and some are even naughty.
People, people are the reason I buy and go through so many note cards. Because sometimes, text messages or an email are the easiest path, but they aren’t right.
If you want to start a notecard collection click the link above, it is an affiliate link, I may make a few cents off of your purchase. Other places I love to pick up pretty notecards include Dollar Tree, Dollar General, the check outline at the grocery store (seriously papyrus you guys are killing it!), and pretty much every book store I’ve ever lived in visited.
You go to Costco, you’ve made sure you have a ton of money in the bank, the kids have all been fed so they won’t be too sad if all the samples are gone before we go through the aisles.
You have a list (that you left in the car) but you can mostly remember what was on it. I mean how hard is it to remember you need ground beef and chicken. Really? Then you take the littlest girl to the bathroom while your husband wanders electronics with the baby and big kids.
Then is starts. You go down the kitchen tools aisle, and don’t pick up a air fryer OR those gorgeous bowls that perfectly match your current decor. You get through automotive and storage without blowing half your budget on a new closet system. Alcohol is easy since you’ve had 2 bottles of whiskey in the freezer for over a year and haven’t had anyone who drinks visit in even longer than that.
Next is the bakery. Oh boy. Bagels, muffins, a cake. I want it all. You settle for bagels since those are a great midnight snack for your husband. Once you hit the meat you get your chicken and ground beef. They have samplers of chicken skewers and hummus. OMG that’s good, lets get that. Instead of just procuitto like you have on your list you get a antipasto pack. It will be perfect for after school snacks. Plus you’re doing that whole keto thing. You can wrap it around cheese sticks for a quick snack. Yum. Goats cheese, a wedge of Parmesan bigger than the babies head, roast beef (woo sugar free, perfect for keto)
You’re on to fruit and veggies. Gotta get tomatoes even though you have a garden full. Asparagus, salad, peaches, oranges, a fruit bowl for the drive home.
Your cart doesn’t even have the bottom covered. You must be doing well. Woo, 300 Dixie cups for $10. On to frozen foods. Then canned foods the carts starting to get full let’s pass on clothes and snacks. Everything’s looking good it’s time to check out.
Uhh ohh the checker comments on how much we have. It’s still half your budget so you must be doing well. You start to fill up your ice chest with the cold and frozen stuff. You brought the giant ice chest this time. It doesn’t all fit. Plus you have 2 more giant boxes to stuff in your mini van trunk.
The first sign that you may have bought too much. But hey it’s loaded. Let’s go home. You stop and get gas (Woohoo it’s $.20 cheaper than home) the kids are thirsty from all the samples so we get drinks and French fries. And start the 3 hour drive home.
You get there and the kids are exhausted, need showers etc. you hustle them inside and your husband carries the boxes up. Your kitchen table is packed. Uhh ohh. You start to put stuff in the fridge. You used to kick butt at Tetris so this should be fun.
We have a deep freezer it will be OK.
Yeah your Tetris skills aren’t helping.
Finally it’s all stored. You’re not putting the tomatoes or fruit in the fridge. It’s OK the kids will eat it all fast.
Those chicken skewers and hummus are amazing!!