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Public Service Announcement
Storyteller's October topic will be extended through November, due to lack of submissions. Bad month for it, I guess. *I* haven't had the time, so I guess I can't begrudge anyone else not having the time, either.
Momentary Thought
I need to find a sure way to boost my energy. I don't think it'll be healthy for me to exist off of Starbuck's and NoDoz.
High/Low
High: Calvin and I went to Marie's Parent-Teacher conference last night. Not only did each and every teacher say she's a jewel, she's getting 2 A's and 3 B's! Let's hear it for good parenting! Woo! (Oh, and Marie's smart, too. That had something to do with it.)
Low: Haven't heard back from any of my applications yet.
Current Obsession
Saving for Christmas.
Grin Source
Calvin telling his co-worker about our gross fish story over lunch today.
Singing
Bah da da da da da dum dum
Bah da dum dum
(bum ba da da da dum)
Peanuts Theme Song -or- Linus and Lucy
A Year Ago
More or less
Calvin's nightmare about naked DNA stealing men.
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If I get up at 6:00 every morning, that'll give me a half hour to spend time with Calvin before he goes off to work. Then I can get in a quick workout and get ready for work before dropping Marie off at school and getting to work by 8:00.
I can go home at lunchtime and either put something in the crockpot for Calvin and Marie's dinner, or catch a quick nap for a half hour or so. Then back to work until 5:00. Pray that there are no late meetings or teleconferences at AcronymCo. That'll give me enough time to get home, check the mail, spend a few minutes with Calvin and Marie, and grab a quick cup of coffee before I have to be at my second job at 6:00.
Work until 10:00 or 11:00. Be in bed by 10:30 or 11:30, which will give me 7 1/2 or 6 1/2 hours of sleep a night. Compensated by an afternoon nap, that should be enough.
Get all the housework and grocery shopping done on the weekends, which will hopefully still be free. Plan meals to be crocked, or that are simple enough for Calvin to cobble together for he and Marie (I foresee a staple diet of hamburgers and tuna-n-noodles). Balance the checkbook every Friday and do the bills at work.
I can do this for the next six months, and not only will Christmas be taken care of, but a big chunk of Marie's braces and even some of the debt. If I can get the rhythm of this, I may do it for longer than six months, but I don't want to put finishing college off for too long. I've already been on hiatus since June, if I put it off for another six months it'll be nearly a year.
Gee, and I was in such a hurry to be a grown-up, too. But Calvin and I have done the numbers, and when we get out of debt we'll have so many more options and be able to plan for our future so much better. The weight off of our shoulders will be enormous.
- Refi the mortgage to current *great* interest rates
- Credit debt paid off by 2003
- Motorcycle paid off by 2004
- Truck paid off by 2005
- Finish the back yard
- Look at property up north
- Accelerate financial investments for retirement
I'm just worried - at that rate, how do I prevent myself from getting worn out? How do I prevent myself from getting depressed? How much will my relationship with Calvin suffer, with us apart so much? Where will we have our "us" time? Where will I have my "me" time? When the *heck* will I update ~Snerkology~??
Someday, if I can manage it, Calvin can be the primary breadwinner and I'll stay home and weave baskets or something. I'd make such a good little housewife, and having already been "career chick", I'm thinking that housewifehood is really the way to go. Maybe I'd actually get around to writing that cookbook like I've wanted to. And keep the house clean, and the finances in order, and the kid toted, and the truck washed, and the yardwork done, and the garage tidy, and the laundry folded, and the dinners cooked, and the dogs walked. And I'd get that novel written, and update the website every day, and I'd teach myself how to make a kick-ass pie crust, and I'd set up a darkroom in the spare bedroom and sell my amazing pictures to Arizona Highways, and I'd work out every morning and be the buff hot wifey chick of Calvin's dreams.
And while I'm dreaming, a big pile of money will fall from the sky and land in the dog's kiddie pool in the back yard, and Calvin and I can both retire immediately and spend the rest of our lives independently wealthy and travelling all over the world.
Sigh.