Thursday, March 15, 2012

An Informational Poll

I know what I should do in this situation, but curiosity has me wondering what other people would do.  I've been asking friends and family their opinions, and everybody seems to differ.

Back in February, I put myself on a strict budget for all variable expenses- food, car, entertainment, pets, clothes, etc.  I'm going to get my Line of Credit (LoC) paid off in two years if it kills me.  Then, if I find that I can maintain it, I'm thinking about keeping to that same budget and paying off the house that much faster.

Since I started living off the strict budget, I haven't always spent the full budgeted amount.  I'm actually surprised and pretty darned impressed with how much I've got left over, but I'm not sure what I should do with the extra.

Should I:
  1. Spend it like fun money - it's my reward for staying within budget
  2. Set it aside until I have enough for a Murphy Bed.  *** 
  3. Put it on the LoC and leave it there
  4. Put it on the LoC until I go to Italy, and then take it back as fun money for the trip
  5. Add it into savings for the Italy trip.  (I've saved up enough for flights, hotels, food but not a lot of extras.)
  6. Put it into a different savings account without earmarking what it's for
***  I told myself when I committed to this budget that I wouldn't do any fixes or changes to the house unless they addressed structural or safety issues.  However, my spare room - where I work all day - is jam packed and a Murphy bed would make things a lot more comfortable.  It's a want, not a need, but I know a skilled carpenter who is looking for work and willing to give me a deal.

I've already made up my mind, but I'll wait until I hear what you say before I tell you.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Randomosity


  • I found a sale on pillows last week, and stocked up for SirDigsALot.  Cotton hasn't had a pillow in his crate since he dug through  every spare pillow that I had on hand.  When I went to buy replacements, everything I found was $20 or more... even at discount stores.  I'm not paying that for a pillow that he'll dig through in a month.  He's been limited to blankets and rugs in the bottom of his crate, which means he hasn't been in the crate for over a month.  Since I found the pillows for $3 each, he's been in there almost constantly, digging away.  I think I should go buy some more pillows before the sale is over.



  • I finally found a glucosamine source for Winter that he'll take.  It's a liquid that I pour over his kibble and he really seems to like it.  After a little over a week, he's a lot less cranky and I'm hopeful that it's helping him out with the arthritis in his hips.  The only problem is that it's made of shellfish, which I'm allergic to.  For the last week, I've had a constant case of mild hives on my neck and chest.  I can't decide what's more important  - less itch for me, or less pain for him.



  • For the last week or so, Tallulah has been waking me up at night.  She's supposed to lie on her bed at night, and knows that she's not supposed to get up.  Recently, she has started to suddenly torpedo out of bed in the wee hours, and fly across the room.  I wake up and tell her to go lie down, which she does, but it takes me forever to fall back to sleep and then she does it all over again.   The truth is, I suspect that the cat has been hanging out on the other side of the barely open door, taunting Tallulah; but it doesn't matter.  Tallulah's a Standard Poodle.  She's smart enough to rise above.  Even more important, at two o'clock in the morning, I don't care who started it.  If I have to get up to finish it, somebody's gonna sleep in the basement.



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The Decoy

I try to drink three big glasses of water during my work day.  This can be a challenge when your cat believes that whatever is yours is actually his.  I've had to find a way to work around him.

He gets his own glass.



Monday, March 12, 2012

Appliance Fun





Good:  Yesterday, following instructions I'd found online, I took apart my washing machine to avoid a hefty repair bill.

Better:  Today, I put it back together again and it works.

Best:  Deep inside the bowels of the washing machine, I found money.




Sunday, March 11, 2012

Retribution, and a little worry.

Friday night at about 11:30, my neighbour heard a bang against his window.  He looked outside and realized that kids were throwing eggs at his house.  He got up, threw on some sweats and hightailed it outside.  Their house is on the corner, and he could see that the kids had egged the front, side and back of the house.

By the time he got out there, they were working their way down along the alley in the back.  Knowing that if they saw him coming down the alley that they'd hightail it out of there, he hopped into the truck he had parked out front, drove down the street in front and around  to park and wait for them at the other end of the alley.

When they arrived, he turned on his truck lights (saw a bunch of eggs magically fall from their pockets) and approached them.  It was a group of four 12 and 13 year olds, if you can believe it.   They were having a sleep over at the one kid's house, and had decided to walk over to the local Macs store to pick up some late night snacks (and apparently some eggs).   He handed the ringleader his cell, and told him two make two calls:  the first to his parents, and the next to the RCMP.

The first call didn't go so well.   The mother denied very strongly that her kid would do anything wrong, let alone egg somebody's house.  She couldn't believe my neighbour's nerve, that he'd accuse her little angel.  She promptly got off the phone and drove down to meet them on the street, where she tore a strip off of him for accosting her child and his friends in the middle of the night.

Luckily, the second call went better.  The little angel had the honor of reporting himself to the RCMP, and then handing the cell phone back to my neighbour.  He's a traffic cop, so when he explained the situation, the RCMP arrived right away.  After they calmed the mother down, the RCMP constable had a chat with the kids and low and behold, got them to confess.  (As if the pile of broken eggs at their feet wasn't enough.)

The police wanted to charge the little buggers, but my neighbour didn't see the benefit to that.  He said that they're young and stupid, but there's no sense in giving them criminal records.  At that age, and fines that they were charged with would have to be paid by their parents.  So, instead he made arrangements for the kids to return in the morning to clean up the mess.

Saturday morning, there was a bit of excitement when a police car, two parents and four kids arrived with scrub brushes, soap and water in hand.  They scrubbed the house front to back.  One mother who was there went to personally apologize to my neighbours.  She explained that her son had only just started to hang out with the other boys this year, and that they'd met through their hockey league... and she said they won't be spending any more time together in the future off the ice.  Her son had apparently sworn up and down that he hadn't thrown any eggs, and although she believed him,  she wanted him involved in the cleanup because he should have spoken up and stopped them.  Then, once her son was finished with his cleaning, she rolled up her sleeves and did it again (saying she wanted the cleanup to be perfect.)

The other mother - the one who tore a strip off of my neighbour, and denied her son's involvement - stood on the sidewalk with her arms crossed the whole time.  She didn't say anything my neighbours (not even to apologize for her own behaviour the the night before) or the kids.   In fact, they almost had the impression that she was there more to protect her child than she was to make sure he cleaned up his mess.   The other two kids showed up without parents...  since charges weren't laid, we don't even know if their parents were informed of their nocturnal activities.

Kids do stupid things... I did my own fair share.  (Although, I never egged or TP'd anybody's house.)   I don't begrudge kids who push their boundaries - in fact, I expect it to a certain level.  I do question a lot of parents out there, though.  Why would anybody think it's OK to let a group of four 12/13 year old boys wander the streets at 11:30 at night?  And when they do go out and do something stupid, why wouldn't you get involved, apologize for your lack of guidance, and then work with your kids to make sure that they learn better?  I've got to say that, except for the kid with the one seemingly involved mother, I don't hold out a lot of hope for the other three.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

A Submission

Have you read "The Book of Awesome"?  I haven't read it cover to cover, but I like to periodically open it up and read random entries.  It's a good reminder for me that life can be cool.   And today, I thought of a submission:

Scratching under your little dog's chin with one hand and behind the ears with the other... all the while, watching his ears bounce and listening to him moan in ecstasy... that's awesome.




Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Battle






All of these (poor quality) pictures were taken during the day today, using my blackberry.

It appears that Himself has not yet caught on to the correlation between my full view of the screens and my ability to purchase the kibble.  Apparently, sitting on the warm laptop is more important.

We'll be working on this concept in the days to come.