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Goals and Resolution: Checkin 1

  • Posted on January 16, 2012 at 10:00 am
This entry is part 2 of 6 in the series Goals and Resolutions 2012

No, you haven’t lost your mind. Our family is down to one computer, and I was hoping to have mine fixed by now. Unfortunately, laptops are not too fond of mac & beef, so repair has been agonizingly slow. And when I only have a few minutes in an uncomfy chair right before bedtime, expounding upon the subject at hand is easily delayed/dismissed. I’m backdating the entries for the days they *should* have been published. Thanks for joining my time-travel team <3

So how am I doing, two weeks after I set myself up?

Resolution: Get Healthy. Goals: Diet and exercise

I’m still fighting the urge to eat potato chips and cottage cheese for breakfast, but not all that often. These days I’m fighting the urge for crunchy food with a small handful of mixed nuts. And I’ve pinpointed “eating more veggies” as a designated target while my body adjusts.

I’m not working out every day, but I’m making a conscious effort to move more than I was. The scale has moved a bit, but it’s too early to tell if it was water weight.

Resolution: Budget. Goals: Develop side business, track spending

I’ve already totally blown the “keep track of money” part. I’ll try to pick it up again at the next payday.

My work on the side business has dealt mostly with focus. Am I going to design? host? code? troubleshoot? (Most likely? Troubleshoot.) How much do I charge?(believe it or not, that *has* been a problem in the past)

30 day challenge resolution: Uncluttering

Not going according to schedule. At all. After pondering on my “moderate failure” post from Friday, I had a realization.

I’m ready to let go of these things, but I’m not necessarily ready for what (if anything) is going to replace them. And to be completely honest, I’ll probably need some time and help processing that little tidbit.

And that’s all the news that’s fit to print right now about my resolutions.

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One of many issues

  • Posted on December 12, 2011 at 10:00 am

So I have this problem. I can’t seem to be able to throw papers away. Or throw…STUFF… away, really. It piles and piles and then I move the piles around and SAY I’m going to file it where it belongs…

You know the drill. Move the piles again. Until something important gets lost and I have to go through the piles to find it. And the piles, they are prodigious. Bills. Statements. Bills.

I burned out the motor on the shredder.

I cannot throw these documents in the trash. They have shred-worthy data on them. And I take the shreds and put them in the compost pile and then my next year’s garden will be nourished by a healthy helping of paranoia.

Except for the small problem of the shredder not working.

These things don’t need to be filed; I don’t keep records like I used to. I check my bank account daily, sometimes several times a day online. I’ve gone paperless everywhere I can, pay bills through the bank’s webpage and still the piles grow.

The icing on the cake? Oh, that comes in the form of the Stuff Mama left here for me to handle. Piles upon piles of paperwork with sensitive data on it. Tax returns from 1995 to 2007. Checking statements with cancelled checks. Book after book after book after book of check duplicates.

And then finally, the solution hit me.

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I fired WalMart today

  • Posted on April 27, 2010 at 2:49 pm

The mission was a simple one: flash drive & daughter’s prescription. The store has recently been remodeled, so I expected to have to search.

While I was there, the daughter texted & asked me to get her a flash drive as well. No problem, right?

I wandered the aisles, up and down. Looking at the new items, and wondering where the computer accessories are. (Answer: strewn everywhere thanks to retail psychology – the more stuff you look at the more you’ll buy). Finally I walked up to the counter and said “Excuse me.”

She continued working.

“Hi?”

“OH! I’m so sorry! How can I help you?”

“Where are the flash drives?”

“They’re over by the printer ink.”

“Okay, thank you.”

So I walked over to the area where the printer ink was and walked up and down. You would THINK that an employee of a secure department would follow behind with the key, wouldn’t you?

You would be wrong.

Instead, I stood there, leaning against a display….waiting. Watching. I’m not sure how long I stood there…five minutes maybe? when another associate walked by and asked if I needed help.

Angels descended from above

I told him what I needed, and he went RIGHT to the employee that had been ignoring me and asked for the key. I thanked him for his help and made my way to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription and pay for my drives.

The pharmacy employee cheerfully rang up the prescription, handed it to me, and told me to have a nice day.

WHILE I was trying to hand her the flash drives to ring up.

I bit my lip, nodded my head, and made my way to the cash registers out front.

The speedy checkout line had no customers, but it *did* have two associates talking to a customer. I slid the drives to the cashier and waited while the chatterbox made her way AWAY from the card slider. The cashier asked me how I was doing (Don’t ask. Thank you for asking, though.) and completed the transaction. I made my way to the doorway

walked through

and set off the alarm.

Then I went home and fired off an email to their customer service department where I closed the letter with:

You’re fired. Seriously. I can get everything that’s available in your store from other retail outlets.

And now I’m telling y’all!

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Behold My Mother

  • Posted on November 25, 2007 at 3:27 pm

Eve from Eve Garden God has written an interesting post titled Behold Your Mother. I commented her post, but my brain insists on expanding on my comment. She references Matthew 12: 46-50 , and wonders at the disrespect Jesus has for his mother. Why does he not stop teaching the crowd and honor her? Why does he call his disciples Mother, Brother, Sister? How easy must it have been for the early Church to marginalize women, given that lack of respect.

I see disrespect throughout that passage, to be completely honest. The above-referenced lack of respect for Mary. The lack of respect Mary and Jesus’ brothers showed to both Jesus and the multitude (so he’s supposed to stop preaching?)

In my comment, I said that I would do the same thing were it my mother. Perhaps if my mother were someone I could respect, that would make a difference. I am (and always have been) subject to my mother’s version of correction. I can’t tell you how many years I spent trying to make that woman “proud” of me….but you have to realize: she does not know how to appreciate a moment. There is no compliment on accomplishment, only an admonishment to try harder. Got one A on a report card? Why aren’t they ALL A’s? If only you would apply yourself. My mother would expect me to stop teaching and recognize her and I would not stop teaching.

I was in my late twenties, with a child and married before I realized that I should concentrate on making myself happy because trying to make *her* happy was making *me* miserable.

In Eve’s post, she wondered at the naming of the disciples as family members, while the “blood” family stood waiting. I have spent an entire lifetime essentially excluded from “the family”. I was not raised to be particularly close to family members on either side. There is a basic “hey, you’re in my family tree” recognition, but they do not know me, nor I them. My brother is also a foreign country. Related by DNA, yet separated by religion and physical distance. I realize now that he couldn’t help the disparaties in the way we were treated as children, but it’s taken YEARS of exploration to get there.

The family I have created for myself, however, is what matters the most to me. My children. My close friends. They nurture me, allow me to mother them, and generally be happy with one another. They are the ones who call me on my stuff, give me another point of view, and generally pull my head out of my rear if I need it.

The relationship between my Mother and I… it is what it is. I accept that it’s not likely to change, and arrange my life around her ways as best I can while we share a roof.

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