All Because of Laundry

"Many people take no care of their money till they come nearly to the end 

of it, and others do just the same with their time."

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 

I had a rude awakening tonight (one of several actually) and I thought I would share it with you. I'm not really proud of this revelation, but self-discovery is always interesting - especially when uncovering the baser parts of human nature. Tonight's discovery concerned "entitlement." 

When we talk about "entitlement", generally it's about the "younger" or "next" generation and  their expectations to make large salaries upon graduation from college - or even high school. Youth today seems to expect to have things handed to them that my generation and back had to work and work hard to achieve. 

So it's with a grimace I'm sharing with you this experience.

With the move to Dallas, Yoda and I are tapped out financially for a bit.  We've been living paycheck to paycheck for a while, but this pretty much takes the cake - having to take on apartment rental on top of a mortgage payment (which will be covered by someone renting the house for the time being, but I digress...) There are extra utilities, two households worth of groceries, extra gasoline for now driving in the Metroplex (as well as back and forth) and many more miles to work ... you get the picture.  

And to clarify, tapped out means just that. I have enough money for a tank of gas and about $20 left for groceries until I get paid again. If other bills need to get paid, fuhget'boutit. They will be late. I can accept this as it's only for a couple of weeks. (I hope.) 

However... I HAD to go to the grocery tonight and get some laundry detergent and fabric softener in order to have clean clothes to wear. Wandering around naked just isn't an option. No one, save Yoda, wants to see all of this hanging out.

This decision was the beginning of the end.

I don't buy the big name brands of detergent. I'm a middle of the road kind of gal.  So as a general rule I get the BIG VALUE 150 load bottles of soapy-wonderment for something like 10 bucks. About that. I only had $11 to spend on both tonight. The store I went to carried my normal detergent in a smaller size, but the price was $7.50. Seriously? That's not helpful. At all. Why spend that much for so much less...? And then not be able to afford anything but the $1.99 fabric softener which smelled like... like... well... I don't have a good description. There are perfumes that don't smell that bad. And it was runny. It was so watery... Why even bother? 

So I sat pacing the freakin' detergent aisle for the longest time and finally bought a small bottle of the store brand of detergent and a decent bottle of fabric softener. I paid $10.20.  

This whole thing brings me back to "entitlement." 

I would like to think at my age I would have learned my lesson and saved for the rainy day, paid off all the freakin' credit cards (which in the overall scheme of things are completely unnecesary and just a bunch of BS) and actually achieved something more than living paycheck to paycheck.  However, I apparently didn't learn it and as a result I sat in the grocery store thinking that I should be able to get any damned laundry detergent I wanted because I'm old enough by George.  (Insert foot-stomp here.)

George had nothing to do with it. 
I'm not entitled to my favorite detergent. 
I'm just a girl who is starting over in life... in the middle of life. 

What I have learned from this is that we all get second chances to get things right and to make things better.  I have a feeling 2014 will see a lot more change than I have already experienced and will also see me humbling myself and admitting that just because I'm older, doesn't mean I'm wiser... not just yet. 

Christmas Tidings

"Oh look, yet another Christmas TV special! How touching to have the meaning of Christmas brought to us by cola, fast food and beer.... Who'd have ever guessed that product consumption, popular entertainment and spirituality would mix so harmoniously?" 

~Bill Watterson - The Essential Calvin and Hobbes~

I'm sitting in my bedroom blogging this evening as my husband spends a few hours with his parents and his sister. Because my sister in law is going through some serious health issues of her own, I have been temporarilly banned from the house. Stupid flu. 

This has NOT been a "normal" family Christmas. Daughter #1 worked today and is now crumpled up in bed feeling crummy. Daughter #2 has taken some Christmas food to my mother and gone to see her boyfriend and his family. They are getting older and I'm reminded of how my parents must have felt as my sister and I moved on with our lives. It's bizarre and saddens me some. 

I was starkly reminded of the first Christmases Yoda and I spent together - days when we barely had a couple of dimes to rub together, not much else than that. Those were rough, but good days. Because of the move, cash is at a premium so we drew names for gifts. This was hard because as "mom" or "dad" you want to give your kids everything. This was the first year we had to really limit ourselves so Yoda would have gas money to get back to Dallas and some grocery and laundry money as well. The gifts we exchanged were small, but from the heart. I think this is the way it should be. Forget quantity... quality is a much better thing. 

(Sigh)

As I have been grounded today, I have spent some time working on my Smash Book. It's a non-traditional scrapbook by K&C Company that my daughters got me hooked on earlier this summer. I added a few things from a couple of my trips to New York City, San Francisco, Inn of the Mountain Gods, St. Louis, and Dallas, TX. (I think I've been a few places, eh?) If you are wanting something a little different for a scrapbook, but don't want to invest the time and energy in a full-blown big one, I highly recommend a Smash Book. Awesome stuff right there.  For me, each page is a reminder of how blessed I truly am. 

And speaking of blessings... I pray for you and yours a Merry Christmas filled with Christ's love, faith, hope and truth. (Whether you believe in Him or not.) 
I'll see you again on the flip side. 

Moving Reflections

"We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths."

~Walt Disney~ 

A week ago today, Yoda and I set forth on a new journey to Dallas, Texas.  We packed up our belongings... Wait. Let me rephrase that. We packed up most of our belongings - enough to get the apartment in Dallas stocked and ready for Darling to live. The movers came, loaded everything we had ready to go and we travelled the 350+ miles to our new city. 

The next morning (Thursday) we frantically took possession of the keys to our new place. At that time, quasi-misery sunk in. I feeling heartsick and anxious because we were signing paperwork mere minutes before the moving van was to arrive AND I was, at that time, showing the first symptoms of influenza.  Within a couple of hours, the moving van had departed and we were already unpacking boxes. 

Now... I think it really needs to be noted that when someone is moving into a new place there is a specific item that cannot be forgotten and needs to be unpacked first. 
Toilet paper. 
I can honestly say I went out to eat lunch primarily because I needed to use the facilities more than I needed sustinance. My word how I just wanted to pee.  It felt like releasing Hoover Dam on the Colorado River. My bladder stood and applauded. Then I had to go and drink like two or three glasses of tea thereby doing a "lather, rinse and repeat" type of moment.  Just for the record, La Hacineda on Highway 121 has a nice ladies restroom. 

While we were there for the initial move, I wasn't in much of a condition to drive. I didn't even care if I drove.  In hindsight this may be a problem.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to get lost at some point, but thankfully I have a GPS and GoogleMaps.  I figure when the time comes, I'll just blow through a tank or two of gas learning the area and figure it out from there. I bring this up because we had to go shopping and Yoda needed to learn his way around.  Not only did we need the aforementioned toilet paper, but we also needed food, as we didn't bring much from the house. We also needed silly things that people take for granted such as shower curtains and that type of thing. However, I think as Darling was learning his way around, we drove down the same street like 50 times. At this moment, I can't even remember the NAME of the stupid street. 

For the next couple of days we unpacked pretty much the entire apartment and as we did, the flu got worse. Yoda, the tape-dispensing Jedi Master, is also a master of the box-cutter.  (Though I'm not too shabby with the blade.) He tore down almost every last box he'd so painstakingly put together, just so we could bring them back home and load up some more stuff - "my" stuff to be exact. I'm really hoping to find a job soon and be back with Yoda before I know it. 

We were supposed to come back Saturday, but I felt so miserable we came back Sunday. I don't know that made any difference other than I got some more sleep. But Yoda Darling was a good sport and drove the entire way while I was doped up on Nyquil. As an aside: We also had kicked in the two month trial on SiriusXM satellite radio. It made more a much more enjoyable trip down and back. I'm STILL going through all the channels and have yet to find my favorites, but it's really nice to have options. This will make the commute times in Dallas so much easier.  

What channels do you listen to? Why? 

(Need suggestions here.)

Monday I went to the doctor. I indeed have the flu and a sinus infection. I'm not a fan of this. I got a shot in the butt and two prescriptions; however, no Tamiflu for me. It was past the 24-48 hour window. The reality: I should have just found a clinic in Dallas. Hindsight I suppose. I knew what it was, but toughed it out. Now I'm still a sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy-headed, feverish (still!) and need to rest mess. Thank God for Nyquil (though why they reformulated it I will never know.)

Anywhoo... just catching up on a few things. I'll see you on the flip side.