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Wednesday, 16 May 2012

  • Coffee and Cigarrettes

    I’ve had headaches almost every day for a few weeks now. Part of it I hope is pressure from the weather or allergies. I don’t have any other symptoms. The annoying thing is that it automatically goes away when I eat. Or, if I drink something with sweetener. So the reverse of it is, headaches are giving me food cravings.I put a great deal of emphasis on balance in my life. I am not interested in overcommitting. It applies to everything, not just social expectations. I will not complicate things just because I think the bustle will make me happier. I am always flabbergasted by people who have complicated lives. Take for instance, who people, who both work, are financially strapped, overcommitted with kid’s activities and have a messy household. Their lives are an insane
    rush, where they stay up until late at night, fussing over huge bills and angry about being overweight, poor, busy and tired. Then, those people decide to get a puppy. And I think, “WTF?” Your life, by your own admission is out of control. Yet, you decide to complicate it further.

    It’s that swirl of craziness that makes me run away. Another  example would be people who buy too much house. They can’t keep up with cleaning it. They can’t afford the payments. They can’t furnish it properly. They can’t maintain it. So, the home falls into complete disarray, losing value and looking terrible. They become enslaved to the problem, instead of enjoying a manageable property. Or people with out of control preteens, who barely pay attention to the outbursts of rebellion. They can’t be bothered to attend any events or discipline these young people who so need them. As the kids become more resentful, the parents just alienate themselves. Then, they decide they’d like to have another baby. Because babies are fun and easy. It will be years before you notice that you screwed up at parenting, once again, and created an angry brat. By that time, your teenage children will be caring for the kid anyways.

    Or the people who think they need a new car but they can barely afford their current one. Or the people who select a new hobby, when they’re at risk for being fired from slacking at work.

    If you haven’t noticed, I vent a lot on here. What bothers me most is that people criticize my peaceful style of living. I’m content with my simplicity while they are a hot mess. Yet, I’m the one who is subjected to a diatribe about how I should do more, own more and be more.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

  • Angry Angel

    The morph of my body is pleasing me. All this exercising makes me tired in the morning. I wake up sore, yet tight. The tight feeling looks good in the mirror, even the fat mirror that I have at home. I measured myself yesterday and have been googling for comparison.

    Height: 5’4.75”

    Thighs: 20”

    Waist: 28”

    Hips: 34”

    Chest: 34”

    Arms: 8”

    Neck: 11”

    According to the BMI chart’s I’ve seen, weighing 140 at this height is overweight. Bleh. I would like to get down to 125, which may shift depending on whether my chest stays. Either way, the exercising (mostly cardio) has tightened the bits that I don’t like. Fat isn’t quite as frustrating if it isn’t jiggling. My biggest problem with my body has been the way it looks in clothes. Even when I’m thin, I don’t like how the fabric will dig in and make a roll. My hope is that the exercise might lessen that anomaly. More muscle, even if I don’t get quite as small may look better.

    B: coffee

    L: Quinoa and peas (1cup)

    D: Bagel (280 calories) and steamed broccoli, Orange juice

    Today I opted not to wear makeup. I’d like to get some even sun on my skin during breaks today. I moisturized, pulled my hair back and went to work clean faced (except some mascara). My skin is practically applauding me, it feels so much better. Even though everything I own is dermatologist recommended, non-comedogenic, unscented, hypoallergenic, I seem to do better without it during the hormonal flairup before my period. I don’t know what’s normal but, my skin changes in a monthly rotation.

    Today I’m wearing grey converse with white footy socks which feels good walking at work and when I powerwalk on break. I’m wearing a great pair of dress jeans with a thick waistband. Waistbands that are 3” tall are often more flattering once you begin to age. It holds the back of your pants in from gapping as much. I’m wearing a short-sleeved caramel sweater, ribbed. It’s one of the things I had stopped wearing for a time as I felt bad about my weight. My current tightness looks
    find under it so, I’ve put it back in rotation. Over that, I have a dark tan blazer (reddish brown?). I was going to wear a long draped necklace but, I forgot. Since I’m wearing my glasses today, I opted not to wear earrings. I feel like it looks geeky and over-accessorized to wear both. I don’t wear hats, earrings or headbands if I’m wearing glasses. I feel like it looks more intentional as opposed to, accessorizing then adding glasses.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

  • Modern Marriage: Separate Bank Accounts

    An article on Mint.com, (http://www.mint.com/blog/trends/married-separate-accounts-04292011/)
    peeked my interest because I have evolving opinions on the topic. I can only
    speak anecdotally based off of my own personal experience. The article, which I
    assumed would suggest arbitrarily joining accounts, per most financial advice I
    receive, actually affirmed my current decision to maintain separate accounts.
    The article states, “If one partner has poor credit
    or is paying down debt.
    Few people enter marriage without at least a little

    financial baggage, but if one partner has serious black marks on his
    record—bankruptcy, foreclosure, overdue student loans—it is wiser to make
    payments from a personal checking account.” This is exactly what we had to
    confront when we got married.

    I had been very careful and my
    husband wasn’t even sure what debts he had in his name. Some of this was
    complicated by my FIL’s negligence (a kinder word than what I really mean, dishonesty),
    and some of it was the product of bad financial advice. One this was clear, my
    husband did not even understand the basic aspects of money. He had a checking
    account, with no savings and massive debt. Money would go in when he made it
    and it would gush out into whatever he wanted.

    My biggest regret with getting
    married when we did is that my husband never completely lived on his own. At
    the time, it would have seemed silly to have him move out and support himself
    for a period of time without roommates, parents and outside influences. Now I
    realize that he would have greatly benefitted from working and paying his own
    bills. He could have learned how to actually manage money. Seriously, some of
    the exercizes we’ve done in the course of our marriage are ideas I pulled from
    parenting magazines on how to teach kids responsibility. I don’t mean for that
    to sound demeaning, rather, I was lost as to how to show him how finances work
    on the simplest level.

    When we married, I realized I had
    to completely limit his access. He agreed and handed over everything. His bank
    statements had been a maze, each month they were about ten sheets of paper
    because he had that many small pointless transactions. We set the goal of
    keeping his transactions to one page for the monthly statement. That meant he
    could really only buy gas on his card. And it had to be planned and budgeted
    because he wasn’t carrying it on his person.

    So, his account was simple. Buy gas
    on a budget. Anything left would go into his newly created savings account. He
    wasn’t allowed to withdraw savings. After a period of time (kind of like an
    addict) he no longer spent money on impulse. It was a thought process. So, we
    started dividing up the bills between our accounts so he could learn to
    remember deadlines. We started with the internet bill. Each month, he paid the
    internet and bought gas. Gradually, we started merging the use for the
    accounts, and added allowances.

    He now understands the value of
    keeping finances clear and tracking what was spent. Mint.com helps us keep
    separate accounts while using money together. Since I make more, more bills
    come out of mine. We get the same amount of personal money, though. Any
    purchase is discussed before it is made. Usually, we shop together. If one of
    us is going alone, we discuss what we think is reasonable for the purchase. We
    do a lot of buying research together as well.

    After paying off a car together,
    and greatly reducing his student loans, we’ve learned to discuss money without
    getting personal. There are some imbalances but, mostly, the division seems
    fair. We have to compromise. I let him get 2 lunches out per week with friends
    but, I haven’t let him buy a massive flat screen. He lets me buy new clothes
    but, we’re waiting for the loan to be paid off before decorating the apartment.

    Below are a few basic points that keep us sane.

    - We talk about everything

    - We don’t make assumptions about the other person’s opinion

    - It’s not personal or a reflection on character

    - Experiences are more important than things

    - I love him

    Have you found a balance concerning money in your relationship?

  • Skinny Love

    I got sucked up in reading http://hoardingwoes.wordpress.com today. I stalk children of hoarders blogs sometimes because they are so fascinating. It’s fascinating the way that the TV shows are fascinating but slightly more realistic. Plus, they tend to include details and interesting stories, often comparing the good times with the hoarding issues. Also, the stories of the children who broke away and started a functional life, are very inspirational.

    When you’re young, if your house is remotely dysfunctional, you dream about what your life will be like when you get to leave. I often dreamt of living a more balanced life than my mother. Her house was cluttered and ugly. Her world was dreary. She had very jerky friends and lived in a spew of drama. She was mean to us and her relationship with my dad was terrible during our childhood. Mom was an angry person. She often got depressed. Our house never felt clean. She was morbidly obese until I was an adult. My mom had only one hobby, scrapbooking, where she would record our lives as vastly more perfect than reality.

    I remember her obsession with pretending to be perfect, even when we weren’t. I remember the pain of her mocking my appearance. I remember that she refused to buy my graduation photo because she didn’t think I looked pretty in it. (Total bullcrap, by the way.) Luckily, my dad purchased one and kept in a drawer for a few years until she got over herself. Much later, Mom decided she wanted it up to go with my sister’s.

    Our world was chaotic when she was involved. There was a lot of stress about things that didn’t matter. She was extremely unorganized. Mom was a bargain shopper who bought a ton of crap instead of a few quality items. Our home was always embarrassing
    unless we picked up after her. She wasn’t mentally ill, and wasn’t consistently a hoarder (my dad is at the extreme opposite). She was just unpleasant.

    Now that I’m an adult, I crave a better life. I want to be one of those whole, happy people who don’t freak out over unimportant things.

  • Maniac


    I’ve been trying to resign myself to the fact that eating healthy and consuming mostly raw, fresh foods means that I have to get groceries at least once a week. I can space it out a little by purchasing a few things that are under-ripe so that they will be ready for the weekend. Mostly, it’s a process that takes a lot of time and energy. I really shouldn’t complain, though. My husband is more than willing to do the bulk of the shopping. He likes an excuse to go out and he loves spending money… even if it’s for boring necessities. This works to my  advantage. It fulfills his shopping compulsion and helps with the chores.

    Still it’s a beast to keep up with packing the lunch every day, planning all those meals … especially since he and I are eating very differently.

    I wish my hair would grow longer, faster. It’s about 2 inches on my shoulders but, I feel like the profile isn’t what I want it to be. I want it to be a little longer, thus, heaver so that it will actually hang on my shoulders. Right now, it flips up, 60s style on the ends. I flat-iron it to make it feel longer in the meantime. I made the mistake of cutting my bangs again. I don’t like the way I look without them, but, I’m tired of their presense. They’re a terrible mess to grow out.

    Right now, I have dyed my ashy-blonde hair a very dark brown. I like the contrast but, I’m shocked that it won’t fade. I expected it to fade like most dye does in my hair. It hasn’t faded at all. So, the roots are a huge contrast. I had kind of counted on dying it a medium color for summer when it faded. Not sure what to think at this point.

    Part of me is considering bleaching it, then dying it with a toner. I am worried though, because I’ve never lifted dyed hair before. I’ve only taken color off of virgin hair or roots. I wonder if mixing bleach with dyed-brown hair will turn it all orange. So, in essense,
    I’m considering adding highlights underneath at first to test and see how the colors look together.  Basically, I just want to lighten it a few shades without it turning brassy. Yes, I’m trying to do the impossible at home.

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    Where: Virginia When: 2005 College-- I begin living in a small cement room with two other people (imported from memories)
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    Where: New York When: 2004 August-- I move and start going to a small private school. On the first day, I get demerits for wearing "out-of-dress-code" shoes. (imported from memories)
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    Where: New York When: 2003 October--Last soccer game: i scored my first soccer goal ever (imported from memories)
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    Where: New Jersey When: 2001 Sept 11-- hectic and I was definitely in the wrong spot. I got a pleather bean-bag chair for my birthday. (imported from memories)
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    Where: New Jersey When: 2000 Y2K- I can't even remember what Y2K stood for. I remember that it didn't happen and my aunt offering me canned food during every meal for the next three years. (imported from memories)
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    Where: New Jersey When: 1990 My sister's birth-- I remember being a pissed 3-year-old, not because of the baby but because they wouldn't name her Tanda-wanda. (imported from memories)
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    Where: New York When: 2005 High school Graduation-- it was boring. (imported from memories)
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    When: 2005 Valentine's Day-- I wanted to dump my boyfriend at the time but had no plan as to how or really why. That's alot of pressure when you're 16 (imported from memories)