It’s been fun trotting around the blogosphere this week. Why keep it all to myself?
“Delayed gratification,” at Girl With the Red Balloon
“What’s your frugal Kryptonite?” at I Pick Up Pennies
“The words I hate to say the most” at Modern Tightwad
“Overcoming the wall” at Financial Samurai
“A critique of marriage, from a bride-to-be” at Tiger Beatdown
Alas, it’s not another $100 Amazon gift card. I wish I could give away one of those every week (and keep a few for myself).
However, it is a $10 head start on something you want — and it comes with chocolate!
My Ani DiFranco T-shirts are fraying. Not before time, you understand: They’re from a 1997 concert in Anchorage, Alaska, which I reviewed. Originally they belonged to my daughter, who went to the concert with me.
The gray tee features a DiFranco verse:
“So I’ll walk the plank and I’ll jump with a smile/If I’m gonna go down I’m gonna do it with style/And you won’t see me surrender, you won’t hear me confess/’Cuz you’ve left me with nothing – but I’ve worked with less.”
The other shirt, a kind of an old rose/mauve color, bears a single lyric:
“Every tool is a weapon if you hold it right.”
Neither of us could have known that would be the last summer of Abby’s first life. Seven months after that concert she was on life support in the UW Medical Center’s intensive care unit. Guillain-Barre syndrome paralyzed her right up to her eyeballs and nearly killed her. She’d recover function but would never be the same.
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Here’s the only thing I learned this week that’s worth remembering: If the sun is out, mow the damn lawn. I was so embroiled in deadline that I somehow felt I couldn’t take 45 minutes off to cut the grass at my house-sitting job.
“Later,” I kept saying, until “later” turned into “tomorrow.” Except that it rained that day.
And just about every other day, until the house was the only one on the block with a prairie view. At which point it rained again.
The other day I stopped writing and left the room to go to the euphemism. (We didn’t say “potty” in our house.) As I walked out I turned off the office light even though I’d be gone only about a minute.
At lunchtime I rummaged in the fridge for some cheese, the sausage I brought with me to Alaska and the mustard. The nearly empty bottle was upside down, so the last few drops would be attainable – just enough left for my lunch.
It’s 50 degrees, breezy and raining but I didn’t turn up the heat. I just put on another layer, my fleece Mr. Rebates pullover. (Only recently did I figure out that the logo is a little bag of money wearing glasses. Or maybe it just has googly eyes.)
Welcome to automatic frugality – stuff that’s so ingrained you don’t even realize you’re doing it. Only when someone reacts do you learn that the whole world doesn’t write grocery lists on junk-mail envelopes or pick up pennies from sidewalks.
If you’re lucky, that person doesn’t think you’re a kook. If not, then the wedding is off or you don’t get that promotion after all.
It’s so easy to denounce plastic shopping bags. They start to tear before you’ve finished filling them. They’re a waste of the oil used in their manufacture. They wind up in landfills by the millions, or floating along roadsides, or in the stomachs of marine mammals.
Some cities have proposed or enacted grocery-bag fees to discourage use. Other municipalities (and countries) have banned them outright.
Eventually plastic bags will no longer be a fixture in our lives. And I’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Wait! Don’t send the green squad over to tie a shopping sack over my head! I’m as dismayed by the waste of petroleum and the ubiquitous litter as anyone else. That scene from “American Beauty” of the plastic bag dancing in the wind was cute – but the moviemakers didn’t address the fact that the bag had to come down sometime.
Yesterday I bought three 12-packs of Diet Coke for $6.99. That is not a typo. I took advantage of a buy-two-get-one-free sale and “bought” one of the two with a “free 12-pack” coupon that I got from My Coke Rewards. I’ll be all set for quite a while as regards my caffeine of choice.
Before you hit “submit” on the Comments button, let me assure you that I already know carbonated soft drinks are not good for me. I already have a dental hygienist sister who is happy to point this out. But what’s life without a little sin?
Discovering that your paycheck won’t cover even minimum debt payments. Buying a house, or being unable to buy a house. Feeling suffocated by the (costly) clutter in your life. Wanting to stay home with the kids but fearing you can’t afford it.
All these defining moments turned spendthrifts into thrift-thrifts.
A couple of years ago I wrote a Smart Spending blog piece about what a reader called “a-ha!” moments. The reader, posting as “Bigdreams,” solicited such stories in a Smart Spending message board thread.
Some “moments” are epiphanies. Some are slowly dawning realizations. Readers variously described the experience as a slap in the face, a kick in the butt, a good hard look at oneself, a God-given wakeup call, the sudden glimpse of a bleak future.
However they arrive, a-ha! moments carry the same basic message: Something has to change.
Of the more than 350 entries in the $100 Amazon.com gift card giveaway, only one could be a winner.
Gina was chosen and she’s very excited. Five weeks ago she had a baby — funny how expenses go up at such a time.
Congratulations to Gina, and thanks to everyone else who entered. It’s a tough act to follow, but at least this week’s giveaway is both cute and attitudinal.