5 reasons Emily will love our plane ride to Mom 2.0

This year we're hoping to get a picture taken in a celebrity's basement
This year we’re hoping to get a picture taken in a celebrity’s basement. It will be hard to top the shower!

Eeep! Exactly one week from now Emily and I will be on our way to our very favorite social media conference, the Mom 2.0 Summit, thanks once again to our amazing and generous sponsor, Lands’ End. To say we are excited would be the understatement of the year. We are looking forward to hanging out with each other, wearing fabulous clothes, meeting  up with some of our bloggy BFFs, connecting with some great brands we hope to work with, and learning a ton to help us along our bloggy way. Last year’s Mom 2.0 was pretty life-changing for both of us and we can’t wait to see what’s in store for us in beautiful Laguna Niguel, California next week.

But before we can start the fun, though, we have to get there. And getting there involves me doing one of my least favorite things – flying. And one of Emily’s least favorite things – flying with me. But little does she know that this year’s super-long plane trip is going to be oodles of fun. Best ever! Why, you ask? Let me count the ways. Specifically, let me count all five ways.

5. I hurt my back in January and it just won’t get better. I start physical therapy the day before we leave. Sitting is one of the very worst things for it, so I’m sure my normal sunshiney personality will be, um, just BURSTING forth after sitting for four hours.  Also, I’m going to wear a Ben Gay patch on my back to help alleviate the pain so I will smell awesome. Emily will spend the whole flight breathing in the comforting menthol vapors of my geriatric pain aid. No more cozying up to a strange elderly passenger on the plane to get your menthol fix! I’ve got that nursing home smell right here.

4. I also hurt my tailbone and it flares up on and off. This week it’s ON! So I am going to spend the whole flight trying to sit on one butt cheek which means I’ll be leaning into Emily for four hours straight. She loves getting cozy with me (and everyone, let’s face it, she’s a hugger.) so I know she’s already giddy about this.

3. Due to the conditions mentioned in #4 and #5, and thanks to my new doctor who actually listened to me and tried to help with the problem, I have drugs. A few different kinds. This is  bound to make the flight more enjoyable for not just Emily, but everyone on board.

2. I’ve been working on a pep talk to give Emily about not being socially awkward at the conference. So far I’ve got it timed at about 3 hours and 32 minutes, so it will take up most of the flight. This way she won’t get bored, and will be really motivated to win friends and influence people when we get off the plane. Part of this is teaching her and rehearsing a comedy bit we can do when we meet someone, you know, to really impress them with our wit (if they can stop gawking at our beauty). YOU’RE WELCOME, cousin!

1. I’ve had “Call me Maybe” in my head for about two days. It typically has a 10-day life span so Emily is going to get a *real treat*. I only know like two lines so I think I’ll probably throw in my funky arm-dance moves and make up verses that apply to the conference. Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my biz card, tweet me maybe? Ooh, and here’s one for my favorite stalkee, BossyBefore you came into my life, I stalked you so bad, I watched you so bad, and now I know that, you like your coffee black… 

Well there ya have it, T-minus seven days and counting, cousin! So brace yourself start getting PUMPED UP! I don’t want to over-excite you so I won’t tell you what else (besides our comedy intro bit) I have planned for you AT the conference. But don’t worry, you’ll love it. Have I ever led you astray?

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No, YOU’RE a hoarder!

I mentioned awhile back that thanks to the TV show “Extreme Couponing” and well, let’s face it, blogs and the internet, it is now hard out there for a pimp a lot more difficult to get good coupon deals at the drug and grocery stores. This week I went to CVS, Walgreens, AND Rite Aid just to get some good deals on things we need – but that is not exactly convenient! I rarely ever do that, though, so I let it slide.  And I’ve been alternating between ALDI and Kroger (even though they took away double coupons which I’m still mad about!!!), because there are things that are unique to both stores that we use a lot as a family. I’m still spending more than I’d like, but lack of coupons is not the only big factor in the inflation of the Rapson family grocery budget. The other big factor?

THIS GUY!

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This child eats more every day than his big siblings combined. I typically have to go buy bananas and grapes for him twice a week, since bananas go bad quickly, I can’t buy enough for the whole week in one sitting. It’s crazy! When Joshua and Sophie were toddlers, they both ate barely enough to stay alive. Jonah eats enough for about four grown men. Keep in mind that he is also on a gluten-free diet, so I have to get creative with his snacks. Dried cherries, Pirate’s Booty rice puffs, and raisins are his current faves. The dried fruit can be really pricey! (I get the cherries at ALDI).

Besides snacks, Jonah’s three favorite foods are grapes, bananas, and yogurt. He eats yogurt for breakfast every day since he can’t have wheat or oats, and he usually eats two cups.  And he also usually has a cup for snack after his nap. Plus, the big kids like yogurt a lot also. So I am constantly on the hunt for yogurt that is on sale. That is why, after the last Kroger Mega-Event, I had about 20 boxes of go-gurt in my fridge. It is also why I went to our local Kroghetto yesterday in search of a “Manager’s special” deal on yogurt – praying for markdowns because nothing was on sale! And oh, how my prayers were answered!

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Got yogurt?

WHAT?? It’s perfectly normal for someone to purchase 53 cups of yogurt in ONE shopping trip! You’re just JEALOUS!! (I was especially excited about all the Chobani! I love it and so does Jonah. P.S. the coffee-flavored Chobani is for Bobby and me.)

So there ya go. I’m that crazy person getting weird looks from all the people at Kroghetto who shop in their pajama pants – and the sad part is – I DID leave some on the shelves, and I really want to go back and buy them! But I’m controlling myself…and besides, some other savvy shopper who scours the ghetto grocery for markdowns probably got them by now, anyway. *Sigh*.

These are the lengths I will go to to keep my family fed for less! Desperate times call for desperate measures…but you can’t accuse me of hoarding because we go through the yogurt so fast!

What crazy savings schemes are you into these days?

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Birthright

Last Thursday I had the opportunity of a lifetime, and I am thankful that I took it. Author and Holocaust survivor Gerda Weissmann Klein was speaking at a local high school, and I went to hear her speak. She has written several books, and when I heard she was coming to Dayton, I ordered a copy of her book All But My Life: A Memoir which details her experiences during World War II. It was the basis for a documentary, One Survivor Remembers that won both an Emmy and an Oscar.

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I am somewhat obsessed with World War II, for whatever reason, and I have read so many books about all aspects of the war, but especially the Holocaust. Recently I saw a documentary which showed Holocaust survivors giving tours of the Holocaust memorial in Miami, Florida. One older gentleman, the sole survivor of his extended family of 26, told a group of middle schoolers, “If some guy comes up to you and says ‘I don’t like black people, or I don’t like Hispanic people, or I don’t like Jews’, you tell that guy, ‘Get the hell away from me!'” His message to the kids was two-fold: stay away from racists, and be thankful for your country. “This isn’t a country,” he half-shouted to the teens, “it’s a heaven!” I recalled his words as I sat in the audience waiting for Mrs. Klein’s talk to begin.

When Mrs. Klein, who will be 89 next month, took the stage for her talk last week, tears pricked my eyes as soon as I saw her.  I had read her book and learned of her losses (her parents and older brother were all killed) and her courage. She was enslaved at various textile factories throughout the war and at the very end, survived a 3-month long death march as the Germans began losing the war (did you read that? THREE MONTHS). At the beginning of the march, her fellow Jews numbered about 2,000. 120 survived. Her best friend from childhood died in her arms.

Locked in a factory by the SS, who beat a hasty retreat from the approaching armies, Mrs. Klein was liberated the day before her 21st birthday – May 7, 1945.  She weighed just 68 pounds and her hair had turned completely white. The American soldier who liberated her spoke German. “We are Jews,” she told him, so conditioned was she to reveal her race up front. She heard that catch in his throat when he said, “So am I.” He was a German Jew who had emigrated with his older siblings to America shortly after Hitler came to power. He became a US citizen and joined the army to fight against Hitler’s regime. His parents, who were unable to get out of Germany, were killed. His name was Kurt Klein, and  he kept up with Gerda during her recovery. They fell in love and were married a year later. They moved back to the US and had three children, and eventually Gerda became a US citizen as well. They now have eight grandchildren and three great-grandchildren! What a legacy.

Mrs. Klein’s talk was amazing, but it did not focus entirely on her survival. Rather, the main point, which she hammered home several times, was how great a country the United States of America is. Be thankful, be grateful, hold precious your birthright, she said. Your citizenship is a privilege, don’t take it for granted, she beseeched us. She touchingly thanked us for anyone in our families who had served in World War II. All these years later, and she thanked us. That made me smile and be proud of my grandfathers.

To demonstrate her gratefulness of her adopted country, she told a story of how shortly after she emigrated, she and her husband went out to dinner with another couple. Her husband’s friend decided to give her a lesson in free speech. At a crowded restaurant, he stood up and started denouncing President Truman. Gerda gasped and squeezed her husband’s hand. “Make him stop, make him stop!” she whispered. She was terrified he would be arrested immediately. The friend then grinned and announced he was just kidding and was showing his European friend about the liberties Americans enjoyed. “I couldn’t sleep that night,” Mrs. Klein said, “and in the morning I made my husband call his friend because I was sure he had been imprisoned.” Free speech was such a foreign concept to her – can you imagine?

Hearing Mrs. Klein speak really gave me a new perspective on freedom, one I am very grateful for. After the talk she signed my book. I must admit I am giddy to have something signed by someone who SURVIVED, whose life was meant to be snuffed out, who not only lived but had children and now has many descendants, and who spreads her message tirelessly.

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The terror attack at the Boston Marathon earlier this week made me think immediately of Mrs. Klein and her message for us to cherish our country. Clearly there are people and groups out there who do not want us to have these freedoms she spoke so passionately about. They are trying to take our liberties away by forcing us to be afraid to practice them. They hope we will be afraid to attend big events, to congregate, to get on a plane, maybe even to go to work.

Let’s not be afraid.

For those who cannot, let’s revel in our freedoms. Let’s be brave, speak out, gather, congregate, celebrate, and follow our hearts. Let’s love one another as we love ourselves. Let’s remember always those who have sacrificed so that we could. Let’s be thankful for and make use of our birthright.

Thank you, Gerda Weissmann Klein, for continuing to spread your message of hope, survival, and of citizenship. I am so thrilled I was able to hear you bear witness.

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