Child is really good company. Oh sure, he is obsessed with Star Wars and Pokemon, but really, who isn’t? Last night we decorated his entire room for Halloween. This morning, it had all fallen down because the tape we used sucked, so to ight we get to do it all over again! This thrills Child to no end. Kids are the best!!
Real post comming. I swear.
Ok, as I wrote that subject line, it dawned on me that I wrote another blog post YEARS ago, that I titled the EXACT SAME THING. And THAT post was ALSO written on a day that I was working one of my two 12 hour shifts. And I bet that post was ALSO all about how tired I am and how long the day is and blah blah blah. I say “I bet” because I didn’t actually go back and *read* the entry. I just kind of remember writing it and kind of remember it being on a Saturday like today. So I’m assuming that I am correct.
Which in life is a good thing to do. Just assume you’re correct. Crush your enemies and anyone who DARES disagree with you! Grrrr!!!
Anyway, do you think that this weird repeat of my EXACT title and EXACT content (I assume) means that I am not creative at all and am only capable of writing the same thing over and over? Or do you think maybe it means that I am living in a time-space continueum loop in which I am living the same few years of my life over and over but I am unaware? Of course if that were the case, wouldn’t Child be the same age and never get any older? But maybe he is not stuck in the same loop! Maybe, instead of being a loop that encompasses my entire world, it is only a work related loop, and when I get home, I am back to the present and moving forward!
Which means, of course, that while I am at work, I am perpetually 21. Which gives me incentive to stay here at work. We have these team building things here at my job and recently we had to fill out a survey in which one of the questions was “what motivates you to come to work” and I need to get mine back so I can change my answer from “helping people and developing programs ” to “PERPETUALLY 21″. I mean who wouldn’t want THAT job???
I am canceling my subscription to Cosmo. I no longer need it to convince myself that I am still 21. I have discovered that I am in a time-space continueum loop! SCORE!
Also, I am pretty sure that “Continueum” is spelled wrong. Seriously, spell check, I know….
Who here thinks that Dooce is modern day sylvia plath?
No one? Really? Oh wait, that’s no one CARES. I get it, sorry.
I don’t really care, either, but man these internets are FULL of people who are just OBSESSED with Dooce. WTF? Like they analyze her every move and her every word and her every breath. Stalker much? My opinion, I could care less who she is in person. She’s an author. I enjoy her writing, some days not as much, I think her dogs and kids are cute ad she cracks me up with her swipes at the “haters”. But otherwise, I have better things to do with my time than obsess over her.
So moving on to the important stuff. All about me. HAHA!
I forgot to take towels with me into the shower and Child had to get them for me. I wonder if this will scar him for life? I mean, I was covered up, but still…
I made the best pumpkin pie EVER tonight. Well. It smells good anyway. I haven’t actually eaten any. In fact I don’t really LIKE Pumpkin pie. Ok, so I made the best SMELLING pumpkin pie ever! Does that count for anything?
I was watching that show “The Shark” or “The Shark Tank” or whatever the hell it’s called and everytime someone new came out with something, I would think, “I totally could have made that” and then glare at the people for coming up with the idea first. Until the idea got shot down. Then I would laugh and think “they suck!!”. I’m petty like that.
Child is wearing his underwear on his head and singing “my name is underwear boy! Underwear boy!!!”. I am thinking this is my cue to get off line and put him to bed.
Good night!
Did I spell “gratuitous” right?
Rest assured that my ability to spell is not one of the things I am grateful for.
That said, I am really grateful for a lot right now. It’s easy as hell to complain when youa re working 2 jobs and the bills are being floated, but serioulsy? Maybe a missed beach vacation is just not something to be bitching about these days? Let’s review the good:
~ I have the ability to work
~I have a job
~Floated or not, the bills get paid
~I have health and a healthy family
~I have a home and comfortable furniture that I can relax on, including the couch of comfort!
~ I have the best bed ever
~I have the best DP ever
This is the short list. I need to focus more energy on making this a long list. That, and on chocolate.
Can’t go wrong with that plan.
P.S. more old posts transferred from the soon to be defunct journal. Did I spell “defunct” right? Where does one find the spellcheck on this thing??
If you are visiting this page with any regularity (you are, right) you will notice that the past seems to be getting larger and larger! It’s COMING TO GET YOU!
I kid.
I am in the process of transferring posts from my old blog. I am going to delete it but there are a few odds and ends that I want to remember. Of course, if there are odds and ends that I want to remember, then it begs the questions of why I am deleting the blog at all, right? I know, don’t try to talk reason to me, I’m not entirely capable of it.
DP and I went to a fundraiser last night and MAN what a blast. The fundraiser was basically a huge costume party and the theme this year was “Fantastical Oddities” In short, a circus. I volunteered and so I got in free and then I got a ticket which I gave to DP so in all, we attended this fundraiser for a little more than the cost of our costumes.
And that is the theme of the day, although I want to make sure my frugal night out is duly noted. Total saved, close to 400.00. We rock!
Ok, so let get back to the point. The costumes. Wow. I went as a gypsy and DP went as a ring master. We looked fairly normal, like two average people dressed up for a costume party. Not so, many of the other guests! Our observations in short:
~ People, it seems, will take any opportunity available to them to enter the public arena in as few clothes as possible. And I think that the concept of “costume party” seems to mean “who cares how I look!”. We are not judgmental people, but I think I can safely say that ripped fishnets, a too tight corset and heels you can’t walk in is probably an example of what not to wear, no matter the situation.
~ Lot’s of women jumping on the “bearded woman” bandwagon. Were we all REALLY waiting for the chance to sport a beard? It would seem so.
~ No one enjoys heels when they are extremely drunk.
~ Jeans and a football themed t shirts is not so much a “costume” as it is “lazy”.
~ When dressing as a gypsy, anything covering the heard is a bad idea. There are not enough bobby pins in the world. But maybe that’s just me.
~ My DP is hot. Yup.
All this said, the people who put their time and effort into this event did an AMAZING job. I mean the place looked fantastic. I have some pictures on my phone and as soon as I have them uploaded, I will post.
So, I have been thinking a ton about money. Budgets, specifically. And priorities. Also, pop tarts vs. Toaster Strudel, but that’s a different post altogether.
(Also, hi, if you’re here it’s because I lured you here with my promise of chocolate candy and water bras. Unfortunately, all that’s rally here is a bunch of possibly boring words. I have copied over some of my favorite posts from my current blog and have decided to keep a public blog as well. Why? Why blog publicly when one has a perfectly good private blog that has been operational for over 4 years? Because I am an attention whore. That is all.)
What was I talking about? Right, money. I am an individual who has 3 jobs as I write this. I also have a child and responsibilities that are non money related. To be fair, 2 of my 3 jobs are not even part time, but they require work, none the less. Even with all of this, the truth is we are barely making it. Us and the rest of America. So, I have decided that I need to check out my budget and start making cuts. In an effort to do this, I have been checking out some different frugal blogs for ideas and pictures to steal. Ok, maybe not really pictures. There are a ton of these blogs out there and some of them are really interesting. For example:
However, here is the difference I am finding between myself and many of the authors of these blogs. It seems that many of them chose to quit their jobs to stay home with kids, or other such noble endeavors. I, on the other hand, work like someone is going to take it away from me. This is not a statement on these other blog authors, it is a statement on me. I have always considered the term “stay at home” mom to be kind of an insult. I have STAYED home before. Those women work harder than I EVER will, with all three of my jobs. Raising kids is serious business and it’s hard work, with little thanks. I, on the other hand, get the nice little break of going to work. Yet these people are making it and we are struggling. Hmmmm….
I think there is something to be said for motivation. These other blog authors had something to motivate them to budget. That is, whittling away at their expenses served a greater good that went beyond making ends meet. And I think that is my problem. I am working, doing everything I am supposed to do and still crawling. So the idea of cutting my cable turns me off because we don’t do much else for entertainment. I have several other examples of this kind of thinking but I will spare you the details.
So. I have come to the conclusion that I need some motivation that matters to me. I will never be the mother who stays home, so the idea of cutting back so we can live on one income is not happening. Maybe cutting back so we can put anything I make in savings? That would be nice… Maybe save for an actual vacation, something my son has never had? I don’t know.
So, in conclusion, pop tarts are WAY better than toaster strudel because they leave less mess.
Simple in every sense of the word.
