I Want, I Want, I Want!

We don’t have cable right now, and while I realize how much I really miss it just after I get back from doing laundry at my parents’ house, I’m so glad we don’t. Because when the kids come with me to do laundry, I hear one thing for the entire trip.

“Mommy, come here, quick! I want that!”

Commercials suck. They teach my kids to beg for things they don’t need. An overpriced robe you wear backwards? My son wants it. A machine that squeezes toothpaste out of the tube automatically because the user can’t figure out how to get the last drop out? My daughter needs it. A bunch of markers that change colors? The helicopter that floats around your living room? The latest TV show card game toy?

“I want it! I want it! I want it!”

I’m trying to get them to change their verbiage. “That’s neat! I like that! It looks like fun!” But with kids, it’s hard. I like to get stuff, too, so teaching my kids to not want everything they see is hard. Still, I feel like if I can steer them away from always saying they “want” something, or it’s something they have to “have”, that maybe I can adjust their attitudes a little.

There’s got to be a book out there to teach me what to do. All the advice that’s spread out on the Internet in all the great blogs that I read, all in one spot so I can read it all at once and reference it. Does anyone know where that link went?

Photo by Ivan Petrov

Really, Really Bad Day

Today was horrible. I was so frustrated I wanted to scream and cry. Three other people had very similar days. It sucked.

Tomorrow will be better, simply because medicine is making my back hurt less, and now that I realize that I can take that medicine until I get to the doctor.

It is going to be hell getting out of this chair, though.

Wish me luck!

Things Move in My House Without Being Told

And I can’t tell you how much that freaks me out.

I believe in ghosts. Or maybe it’s that the idea of ghosts scare me, I’m not quite sure now that I think about it. If someone told me their house was haunted, I would eagerly ask what happens and shudder in sympathy. But I watch shows like Ghost Hunters with a skeptical eye. They never record much of anything, really. Not on the episodes I’ve seen.

Yet ever since I was a girl, I was afraid of dark spaces. When we lived in the country we kept a second refrigerator downstairs in our basement (formerly our living area before the 2nd and 3rd stories were built). It was at the end of a long hallway, and the light switch was strangely positioned. One had to turn off the main lights then walk down a longish, mostly dark, definitely shadowed hall to get to the stairs where there was again plentiful light.

I can’t tell you how many times I switched off the main light then ran like the bats of hell were after me, not daring to look at the open room to my right, for fear of seeing ghosts appear. Never mind the fact that I grew up down there, and there wasn’t anything remotely scary in the room. Once the lights were off, all bets were off.

Now in our new house, we have a door that doesn’t quite hang right. Plus it’s an older house with the original hardwood floors (or at least very old hardwood floors). So when you step on the floor in just the right place, and it can be in the hall, in the bathroom, or two bedrooms away, that door pops open.

Yesterday that happened to me. I was alone in the house. I had to close the door because my cat has decided that the room with it’s blue shag carpeting is her very own litter box, and she can poop there any time she wants. So I went and pulled the door shut.

I swear that I felt resistance as I closed the door, as if someone from the inside grabbed the bottom of the door for a moment, but didn’t have the strength to hold on.

To say that shook me up would be an understatement.

So you see, I’m scared of my daughter’s door. I know it’s just the funny quirks of an old house, but I believe in ghosts just enough to be scared.

It didn’t help when this morning the vanity in the bathroom opened just a little. It’s hung funny too.

Oh, the Pain!

So I had just woken up and was walking my kids out to the car so they could go to Sunday school, and I slipped on some ice. My already stiff back seized up some more, and now I’m in pain. Big pain.

I laid down for a bit after arriving back home, but after a couple of rounds of ibuprofen and a couple rounds of laying down, it still hurts. I’m not sure about whether I’ll make it in to work, nor whether I’ll be able to sleep tonight. *urk*

I’m just hoping that what the pharmacist told my husband doesn’t pan out to be true – that it will hurt more tomorrow than it does today.

Just When Things Were Looking Down…

So I’ve been hopelessly behind on work projects, and I was even in the process of writing a post about how I don’t like designing websites anymore, when I got started on one of said work projects and pretty much smoked through all but the last 1/2 hour of polishing in the last 2 hours.

I’m supposed to be in bed right now, and surely my husband is worried. (It’s 12:30 a.m. as I write this, and I have to go to work tomorrow.) But was it worth it?

When the project is completed by the other party, I will have earned enough money to pay for 3 months of Internet.

I have gained some motivation, as the project wasn’t as difficult as I had been fearing – which is what kept me from working on it these past two months.

My butt is sore from sitting for so long in the same position.

I’m not completely finished, and I may not be able to get back to the project for the next 24-72 hours.

I think it was worth it.

Glorious Snow!

It snowed a bit yesterday. Not too badly, just maybe a foot or so. I don’t actually know how much, just that it was light enough for my son to shovel and tromp through. He actually spent about 90 minutes outside playing. Had it not gotten dark, we probably wouldn’t have been able to drag him in.

My daughter, on the other hand, is definitely not a snow freak. She did go out a bit this morning to play and sweep/shovel, but she was over it quite a bit quicker than her brother. She came inside, got her hot chocolate/cocoa, and resumed her games. She doesn’t like to sled much, either, so I must say it doesn’t surprise me.

My husband was my hero, going out to brave the elements twice while the most I did was take photos of the tree across the street from my front porch. I wasn’t interested in taking a drive around the block to see how bad the roads were, or to see if it was even possible to dig out the cars. He did all that for me, and for that I am eternally grateful.

I’m also pretty sure that if I came back to work today with stories of how I’d driven around a bit, I would have been faced with the sort-of-kidding-but-mostly-serious question of, “Why didn’t you go to the office, then?”

Seriously.

Well, I hope everyone who didn’t have a snow day isn’t suffering from too much snow envy. You can’t have any of mine. I’m enjoying it too much from the warmth of my living room.

Keeping it Clean

So. At work two weeks ago, I cleaned up my desk. It was wonderful. It’s actually still clean, which is absolutely beyond cool, because usually when I clean, it doesn’t stay that way.

It’s not just my desk that is still clean, by the way. The side table next to my rocking chair and couch? Still clean. The couch in my dining room (don’t ask)? Still clean. I can’t tell you how good this feels, and it gives me hope.

What if I did this for absolutely everything in my house? Got these little areas cleaned up, one little spot at a time – the side table next to my love seat, under the television, the couch in my bedroom, and the top of the bookshelves lining my living room – these places could all be cleaned up. And what if I did it? Would they stay clean?

They might. It’s gratifying to keep things unmessy. It’s super easy to put things where they belong, when they have a place.

Perhaps I’ve spoken too soon. Maybe things won’t stay that way.

But maybe they will.

How do you keep things clean?

Violet Parker

I just realized on my way to work that I hadn’t done a blog post for today. So sorry. My head was somewhere else last night, doing work on a side project that has the potential to be really cool. Unfortunately, I can only do so much at a time, and apparently doing that was the only thing I could do at that point.

Bleh.

I want to take a moment now to whip up something deep and emotionally moving, but I don’t dare. There’s always something on my desk that needs to be done RIGHTNOW!, and today is no exception. So as I run off to give my attention to the urgentness that is before me, wish me luck.

Is It Bad to Admit You’re Wrong?

I’ve got a problem. I was wrong. My opinion of something was wrong. When I looked a little deeper, I saw that yes, someone else had a valid reason for being upset.

So how do I admit I was wrong?

I hate being wrong about something. It makes me feel stupid. Admitting I’m wrong makes me feel worse, as if by admitting my mistake I am not only stupid, but now I have to let everyone rub it in my face and make fun of me for it.

It happens to everyone, I’m sure. Some probably don’t want to admit it, but it happens. So why is it so hard for me to say, “Hey, you’re right – I never thought of it that way,” and then go on with things?

It’s a hard thing to think about, and a harder thing to do anything about.

How I Pay My Bills

I was reading my feed reader today, and I came across this post over at Get Rich Slowly. I can’t tell you how much I disagree with it. I was surprised when my first response was oh hell no – usually I don’t get that worked up over someone else’s opinion. Now everyone is entitled to their opinion, and now I need to share mine.

So here’s how I do it. I don’t pay bills as they come in. When I first moved in with my husband in the late 90’s, my method for paying bills was something along the lines of, “Oh shit, I think that bill is due this week!” It didn’t take long (thank goodness) for me to realize that I needed a better plan.

My method now is pretty simple. Once a week on Sunday nights, I hop online. I spend about a 1/2 hour catching up my checkbook, and then open Google Calendar. In there I have every recurring bill listed exactly one week before it’s due. I look at all the bills that have been marked on the calendar since the previous Friday, and pay everything, right then, until the next Friday.

It works like this:

A bill that is due Thursday, February 18th, is marked to be paid on Thursday, February 11th. Since I pay all bills on Sunday, I’ll pay that bill on Sunday, February 7th. It’s not paid the second I get the bill, but it is paid well in advance, each and every month. I can’t recall the last time I had a late fee on anything. If money is tight, I have a little extra time to do a money transfer as well.

Here’s why this works for me:

  1. It takes about 20 minutes to pay my bills.
  2. It’s a regular Sunday thing, and after ten years is now routine.
  3. I know that since I’m paying things that aren’t due for a week, nothing will be late.
  4. If I can’t get online to a particular site, I still have a week to pay – plus I keep all the payment envelopes in case I have to mail something in (3 postal days in transit).

I can’t imagine taking a few minutes every time a bill comes in to pay it. First, that would mean writing a check without completely knowing the status of my checking account – that’s bad. Second, I would have to find five minutes to concentrate with a 4 and 7 year old in the house – not easy, not in my house. And third, what’s the point? Paying bills is not something I want to spend five minutes doing. It’s not something I like spending 20 minutes doing. But by doing it all at once, it ensures I’m in the bill paying mindset. I’m concentrating on numbers, not on what my kid is about to watch on television, or whether someone’s pulling knives out of the drawers in the kitchen.

Now if taking a few minutes every time a bill comes in to pay it works for you, great. The ultimate goal is to get things paid on time, and without any late fees. But if the thought of that just completely overwhelms you, take thirty minutes to collect all your bills and set them up as recurring events in Google Calendar. Keep an eye on things closely for the first month or so, and when you’re sure all your bills are set up correctly, you’re all set. Sit down once a week and get things done, not seven times a week to do a half job of it.

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