9.29.2009

Meh

Why is it that I feel I can't blog unless I have something hilarious and witty to say?

I have none of that as of late.

Just writing to say hello to my cyber-friends.

Hello.

9.24.2009

When I grow up...

...I want to be brave enough to risk breaking a hip like this stud:

9.21.2009

Redemption

We had some special visitors arrive last night. During dinner, Dallas refused to sit at his chair and eat - which made Mommy angry. Until she looked over and saw the reason for his distraction:

He was just far too busy checking out his newest cousin, Morgan. Needless to say, he evaded his timeout. I just couldn't blame him. She is the bomb dot com.

9.17.2009

I get the hint

People are constantly asking me "when are you going to have another one?"

Excuse me. He's only one (for a few more weeks at least).

I hate that question. But I still love you, Nosey McNosertons.

9.15.2009

I'll Be Brief

It's my first post in like 6 months. What could be so great that it would make me post when I haven't done so in half a year? This video (watch with sound:

And also this one:

And last but not least, I'm glad Captain Kirk didn't teach me how to kiss my wife:

Enjoy!

9.14.2009

big.boy.bed

equals:

*one instance of child coming downstairs with a huge smile on his face 40 minutes after being put down for his nap and exclaiming "Hi!" (I think he thought he would never have to nap again)
*one night of child trying to escape from his bedroom every hour
*one mommy having an epiphany and childproofing him into his own bedroom
*one instance of finding child asleep on the floor in the middle of the night
*one sad mommy who is coming to grips with her baby becoming a not.so.baby
*lots of jumping on the bed

love your guts, big boy.

9.08.2009

Epilogue

Speaking of marital strife as a result of finances (see my last post)... this is a direct quote from my dear Clinton last night:

"Can't we just budget NEXT month?"

He was not kidding.

9.03.2009

Avoidance


I had a memory this morning while reading an article that made me smile/want to throw up. It was of times in college when I was making less-than-desirable wages working on campus at BYU and each paycheck was almost enough for a Big Mac meal... at those times I RARELY checked my bank account online. I threw away every paper statement without even looking. I even remember my Mom calling me once to make sure I was okay because she had seen my account balance (our accounts were connected at the time) and it concerned her, as it well should have.


I mean, really, who wants to see a bank statement that shows like $14 in your checking account? It was easier not to look. So I didn't. And when I did it was a quick peak, a quick stomachache, and a quick closeout of the web browser. Am I alone on this? I think not. I guarantee you there are a lot of 60-somethings out there right now who are avoiding looking at their 401K/Stock profiles. It's just too depressing.


Times have changed and the pendulum has swung. Not necessarily the bank balances, but my attitude toward them. I have become obsessed with them. I check multiple times a day to see what auto-bills have been posted and what damage has been done. More than once a week I email Clint at work to "discuss" a lunch charge on the debit card. I can't beleive he stays married to me.

That was a long story to introduce this article I read today that made me laugh at myself remembering those old feelings (and, as most MSN Money articles do, made me grateful I'm not in as deep as a lot of Americans right now). Thankfully, I can't relate to most of the article except the avoidance. Oh, the avoidance: http://articles.moneycentral.msn.com/Banking/YourCreditRating/are-you-afraid-to-open-your-mail.aspx.