Chicago has been getting its ass kicked by snow since 8 a.m. yesterday. It stopped for a couple hours last night and I thought it might be a good idea to do some shoveling since more was on the way. I wanted a head start so I’d only shovel 6 not 10 inches. My efforts were futile. The snow was heavy and there was a lot of it. I managed to clear a small path along our driveway (which is huge by the way) but it’s covered by now.
Oh, and it’s snowing again. I think it’s supposed to stop by either 1 or 6 p.m. My dad called me at 7:20 this morning. I was scared that it was going to be another “get me out of jail free” call, but he was warning me about driving today. He snow plows and said he’s been out since Wednesday night. Between 5-10 inches is expected to fall. I think we already have 6ish. And then I heard rumors that it’s going to snow again this evening. I hope I’m wrong about that one.
I’m glad I have no where to go today! Plus, it’s a great day to throw on some obnoxiously bright-colored boots and roll around in the snow 🙂
I went sledding with my younger cousin today against my will. Obviously from the previous post you can tell I’m not a huge fan of the cold. I’d be better suited living in Arizona or California. California scares me though. Too many natural disasters and Britney Spears drama episodes. Anyway, I trudged through the snow with my fancy boots to cross the forest preserves to get to the “giant” hill. The hill wasn’t giant, but I guess if you’re a four-year-old the thing is massive. My cousin isn’t 4 by the way. I was just using that for arguments sake. She’s 12 and taller than me. Awesome.
So we sled, walked back up, sled, walked back up, repeat about 13 more times. My quadriceps are screaming “eff you!” At one point on the hill I was angling my sled so I wouldn’t hit the wall. I sat in it and Mr. Dad walks up behind me and angles me some more. Um…do I look like your child sir? Don’t touch my sled. Don’t angle me. So what if I would have flown into the fence? I’m okay with you not touching me or my sled. So weird. When I came back up he asked how it was. I suggested we move to another part of the hill where there were less sled-molesters. Read more…
Yesterday I mentioned that I went downtown for a massage. I’ve been complaining about a knot that I believe is growing in my shoulder. I had a voucher for a free student therapist massage at my school. Why not? I got there early to fill out my intake form and I specifically wrote that I did NOT want my feet, face or abs worked on. I have nothing against these areas, but I wanted as much time spent on my shoulder as possible. I could live without those areas worked.
I’m welcomed by my student therapist and begin walking back. While working at the clinic, as the therapist we would tell the client which room we would be working in and let them lead the way. We would then look at their intake forms, talk to them about the reason they were here today and discuss a treatment plan for the next 60 minutes. After that, we would instruct them how to lay and tell them we’ll leave the room to let them get ready. Read more…
Jamie asked a good question in her post this morning:
“Can people in a relationship have friends of the opposite sex?”
I told her that my response to this would be much too long for a comment and decided to make it into a post of my own. I gave her a short answer of: it depends.
I think it depends on the maturity level of the people in the relationship and the trust within the relationship.
A few years ago my best friend was a guy. At the time we were both single and there were no problems. Eventually we both ended up in relationships and it seemed that our SOs hated the idea that their partner had a friendship with a member of the opposite gender. My boyfriend at the time, who I’ll now refer to as “the idiot,” didn’t like me discussing our relationships with my best friend. Read more…
Everybody else is doing it. Why not share my stories as well? (If everybody else jumped off a bridge, would you? It depends how warm the water is and what I’m wearing.)
The worst was in 1999. I had just gotten into an official relationship with an “older” man. Okay, he was 17, but I was only 15. That was a big deal then! We met barely a month before V-day rolled around. At that time I was still giddy over Sweetest Day and all the lovey dovey things that went along with V-day. I wasn’t jaded or bitter like I am now 😛 So the boy, let’s call him John, arranged to pick me up after school and we would celebrate the day together. Read more…
It started when I was six. On a weekend trip to J.C. Penney, I begged and pleaded with my parents to buy me a $5.00 stuffed bunny. They, of course, said no — it’s too expensive. If I really wanted it, they said, I could save up my allowance and come back and get it when I had enough to pay for it myself.
So I carried that little bunny around the store until I found a suitable hiding place, in the middle of a rack of pants. I wanted to make sure no one bought that precious little stuffed animal before I could come back with the money to purchase it for myself.
Over the next two weeks, I counted the days until my $5.00 savings goal would become a reality. I daydreamed about holding Puffy (yes — I named him before he was even mine) in my arms.
My weekly allowance of $2.50 would allow my to reach my savings goal of $5.00 in two weeks. An eternity to a six year-old.
When the second Friday came I could barely wait to get my $2.50 allowance. With the full $5.00 now at my disposal, I eagerly asked my mom when we could back to J.C. Penney’s and bring Puffy home.
Saturday afternoon my parents took me back to J.C. Penney. I nervously found the circular rack of pants, my heart pounding in my ears as I separated two pairs with my hands to take a peak. There he was! Puffy was still right where I hid him two weeks before, waiting for me to take him home.
Achieving that small financial goal began a lifelong — albeit sometimes unfaithful — love affair with saving money.
I’ve been thinking about selling some of my old gold jewelry I never wear anymore for cash while gold prices are still high (today they’re $1,036.60 per oz for 24ct gold).
After doing some research online and reading this Wall Street Journal article, I decided to call USGoldBuyers.
At first I was a little nervous when the phone representative told me that because I was a first time caller, I would receive 96% rather than 90% of the value on the gold I was sending. I’m always a skeptic when anything remotely gimmicky sounding enters my world. Read more…
I feel like I’ve been punched in the jaw. I noticed the pain yesterday. It’s not quite my throat but not quite my jaw. At first I thought it might be wisdom tooth pain, but it doesn’t hurt when I chew on that side or poke my gums. The area right underneath my jaw bone, where it meets my neck is tender to the touch.
I took a Tylenol before bed and even slept with an ice pack wedged under my head. Every time I rolled onto my right side or put my hand under my cheek, I woke up in pain. When I flex my head and bring my chin to my neck, holy man. That’s very uncomfortable. Sneezing hurt.
I don’t feel any swelling though. I compared it to the left side and it seems normal; no swelling, no lumps. I’ve been told it could be a gland, could be my tooth, who knows. What I do know is that it’s really frustrating. It could be worse I guess. If it were my gums and I couldn’t eat, oh man, I’d be crying right now.
I’m going to see how the rest of the day goes. If it’s worse tomorrow, I’ll call a doctor. In the mean time, has anyone experienced weird pain when pushing up into their jaw bone? Ideas? Suggestions? Random ramblings that have nothing to do with this post? All is welcome!
Since the new year has begun, I have a renewed — and even obsessive — focus on my financial goals. Much has happened in the latter part of 2019 to get my financial wheels turning.
In December my husband landed a new full-time job, which ended up being a 62% pay increase. Needless to say, we’re thrilled. We stewed about how to manage the extra influx of money and I finally convinced him that we shouldn’t increase our lifestyle. In fact, I suggested we decrease our expenses even further… Read more…
Last night and tonight I rolled most of the coins from a cup my husband keeps in the drawer of his night stand. I have to say, he was shocked when I told him how much I was able to roll up from the cup. $50.50!
It’s hard to believe that much loose change was just collecting dust in a drawer. Now if I can just get motivated to take it to the bank.
I always love the irritated look the teller gives me when I walk up with a plastic baggie full of rolled coins. Last time, I was sent to wait over by the teller that also handles the drive-through customers. I’m not sure why the tellers helping all of the other walk-in customers couldn’t help me, but the drive-through teller didn’t look excited when he saw my deposit.
Oh well, I won’t have to face him again until I roll the coins from my son’s piggy bank.