Time To Revamp The Calendar

I’m not real sure how to go about starting a world-wide movement to revamp the whole seasons calendar, but I think it’s time.

Since Mother Nature went and hit menopause, things have just not fallen nicely into the neat little packages they used to. You know, where Spring was Spring and Winter was Winter. And let’s not forget Fall and Summer. They did what they were supposed to.

But not anymore. Mother Nature got her prescription to be bitchy and now it’s a big ole craps shoot as to which season you’re going to get on any given day.

Take for example, this Winter. Tornadoes in January? No freezing days in weeks. Bleh!

The entire country laughed out loud when that Groundhog said 6 more weeks of winter. The country collectively said, “What Winter? Has Winter even started?”

Seriously. Twitter blew up with people from all over — Georgia, Texas, California, Minnesota, Upstate NY, and even that crazy area above us, CANADA — asking where the hell Winter is.

It’s 70 here in Georgia today. That? That is crap, man. Our low tonight is what our average high should be — 58.

Not cool, Mother Nature. Not cool.

Here’s what I want to propose.

  • Seasons should be determined by the states. Give power back to the states (hear that Congress?). Georgia’s seasons obviously need to be different from Wisconsin’s.
  • Consider moving to a 3 season calendar instead of 4 since 12 is still equally divisible by 3.
  • Think about using the wisdom that Phineas and Ferb have imparted to most of us moms out there. MAKE SWINTER A SEASON. Spring + Winter = sheer brilliance. Then we could have Sprummer (Spring/Summer) and Summerall (Summer/Fall). Three seasons right there.

So let’s say we’re in Georgia (because I am).

Here’s how the calendar should look.

Swinter = December, January, February

Sprummer = March, April, May

Summerall = June, July, August, September, October, November

Or, we could go to a two-season plan and have it look like this.

Fawintering = 3 weeks in December and January

Summer = The other 49 weeks

The second option is probably the best for Georgia.

What would revamping of the calendar look like for where you live?

 

 

You Know What I Wish?

Photo: ericabreetoe

I wish ice cream had no calories.

I wish bikers would use the lanes that were made for them to use and that motorcyclists would follow the rules of the road while I’m “looking twice” to make sure I don’t hit one.

I wish little boys didn’t pee all over the toilet.

I wish my birthday wasn’t in December.

I wish people would follow rules and respect authority.

I wish the news channels would just go ahead and be either conservative or liberal. I don’t know why they have to pretend to be fair or balanced.

I wish somebody would come over and cook enough food for me for about a month so I don’t have to.

I wish common sense was used more often.

I wish people realized that pro-choice and pro-life aren’t comparing apples to apples. Pro-choice doesn’t equal pro-death. It means you’re PRO people making choices on their own, whatever that choice may be.

I wish people would use their blinkers.

I wish things didn’t have to be so serious all the time.

I wish trusting people was easy. More than that, I wish there weren’t so many reasons to NOT trust people.

I wish for one more minute with my Charlie.

I wish Henry would stop growing up so fast; but knowing that he has to, I wish for him all he wants in this world.

I wish for happiness. For now and for always.

 

Motherhood Exposed: Bathtime Sucks

I was poking through my reader this morning and saw that my friend Morgan at Little Hen House has a new thingy going called Motherhood Exposed: Because Sometimes This Job Sucks.

I thought to myself, “Jana, there HAS to be something you don’t like about this whole Mommy-gig, right?

And then I answered myself saying, “Well, of course, Jana, you HATE bath time for one. You should write about that.


So yeah, bath time.

Hate it. HATE. IT.

I’ve hated it since day one. Well, maybe from month six. When bath time was a sweet, cuddly photo-op, it was nice. Like this:

When Henry was small, it was Jason’s job to do bath time. But at the time, he was working from home so it was easy. He and HL would hang out, splash around, play games, splash around more… it was fun.

Then Jason was working out of town and we lived separately (but not “separated”) for a year until HL and I moved to Atlanta. Bath time became all mine.

Lucky me.

Well, to say that it was horrible would be an understatement. Most nights (still) go like this:

Me: Henry, it’s time to jump in the bath (shower these days).

HL: Not yet.

Me: Yes. You need to get in now.

HL: I’m not dirty.

Me: Yes, you are. You need a bath (shower).

(He agrees, comes to the bathroom, pulls off his clothes, throws them across the room, gets in the bath/shower)

Five minutes later after letting him play around for a bit.

Me: Hey, yo, it’s time to wash your hair. Let me have the shower head.

HL: No. I don’t want you to wash my hair. I put soap on it already.

Me: (Noticing that his hair is dry except the one spot with a clump of bar soap on it) No. I need to use shampoo and at the very least get the soap out that you put in.

HL: I’LL GET IT. (sprays the shower head towards his head but misses completely)

Me: Give me the water.

HL: GrrrRRRrrrrrRRRRRrr. YOU GOT IT IN MY EYES. OH MY GOSH I’M GOING TO DIIIIIIIIIE. GIVE ME A TOOOOOWWWWWELLLL NOOOOOWWW!!

Me: (sprays water directly in his face only to make him be quiet and quit being so dramatic)

HL: MOooooOOOOOOm!

Me: Wash your body. You have five more minutes.

Five more minutes go by.

Me: Alright, time to get out. Did you wash your body?

HL: Huh?

Me: Did. You. Wash. Your. Body?

HL: Yeah.

Me: Ok. It’s time to get out. We’re just wasting water now.

HL: Just five more minutes.

Me: No.

HL: Yes.

Me: No.

HL: Yes.

Me: (Turns off the water and hands him a towel)

HL: (Drops the towel and runs off, dripping water all over the house)

Me: I quit.

Wash. Rinse. Repeat Nightly.

 

 

 

Testing, 1-2-3

That’s how many hotels we’ve tested this week. Three. Within miles of our house.

Georgia heat wave + broken air conditioner = impromptu tour of hotels of Atlanta

I don’t really have a lot to say about it other than I’m frustrated and this really blew our emergency fund and fun fund and every other fund. This wasn’t in the budget at all.

That, and I’m super proud of how well-behaved Henry has been through this. It’s been hot, boring and we’ve had to be quiet in the hotel rooms. We’ve had to eat out at night and haven’t had snacks at the ready. This isn’t kid-friendly, I have stuff to do at home, laundry needs to be done… I could go on and on.

But.

If all goes as planned, tomorrow afternoon we’ll have air conditioning.

If all does not go as planned, this blog space will spontaneously combust, along with my head!

Let’s hope it goes as planned.

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Update: This is me now.


 

When Saving isn’t Saving

So last Monday, I wrote about how I (not so) Extreme Coupon. The outpouring of, uh, support was overwhelming. It seems that many of you also shop like I do. If you haven’t read the post, take a minute to go do so to have a better understanding of where I am on the grocery shopping spectrum.

I know some of my readers DO coupon. I don’t think any of them do it to the extreme as seen on TV but I have a problem weighing on my mind that I would love to have explained to me… if it can be explained. (seriously, I want your input in the comments)

I feel like the word “Saving” is being abused.

Let’s discuss.

I have a budget of $300 every 2 weeks for groceries. This is more than enough for our small family to live on. It does include all of our household supplies and pet supplies as well, for what it’s worth. If, at the end of the month there is money left over, it stays in the envelope (yes, a real envelope of cash) (please don’t rob me) (I’ll cut you if you do). Then the next month I can choose to bulk up my budget with the overage from the last month (and have filet once a week) or shrink what I take out of the bank for the month (and have the same amount during the month).

First scenario.

So let’s say I go to the grocery store with my list and buy everything that I was going to buy to last me, say, a week. I happen to grab a few relevant coupons from the shelves, maybe buy 2 of something because that’s what the coupon says and I know we’ll use them.

I end up getting $100 of groceries for $85, with no real effort put forth on my part.

I saved 15% by doing a whole lot of nothing.

I have the food I need and still have $215 left for the first half of the month.

Next scenario.

I spend hours poring over papers and circulars and make my list. It appears I can buy 40 of something, 8 of something, 12 of this, 73 of that (Yup. 73. Like the mustard lady on the show.) and only spend $40. If it’s really like the show, I’ll not have any fresh fruits or vegetables, will have lots of crackers and “snacks” and maybe a little fresh meat. Oh, and LOTS of frozen entrees.

I go to the store, check out and get $1000 worth of groceries for $40.

To that I (if I’m on the show) say, “I SAVED 96% on my groceries!!!!!!!!

I may have food that I need for the meals I’m going to eat and I have $260 left in my envelope for the first half of the month. But I also have 374 boxes of ziti and thin spaghetti that if I started now I would never be able to finish eating.

Here’s the Burning Question:

How is it saving money if you wouldn’t have spent it in the first place?

It’s been said on the show several times something to the effect of, “We saved over $20,000 last year on groceries.”

Well, no you didn’t. You spent a lot of time, a little bit of money and a lot of effort to get a metric ton of crap from a store that you will NEVER eat and probably never give away. The people on the store even say as much. One girl claimed to have had her shelves custom made so she can “look at how pretty her stockpile is.”

Unless you make a LOAD of money, your grocery budget isn’t ANYwhere near $20,000 in a year, let alone more than that so you can “save” that much.

Plus, you didn’t walk into the grocery store with $1000 for your trip only to use the coupons and only spend $40. THAT would be saving… if your budget actually consisted of the money. But the budget from the get-go was only $40.

Being able to say you “saved” the money would mean that you had it budgeted and then didn’t SPEND it. Thus, saving it for the next trip or next month.

Saving might also imply you were going to put the money aside for future use, like in a savings account, retirement account, the kid’s college fund, a car, getting out of debt or an emergency fund. But the lady last night said she was using the “savings” to go on vacations. Which, if you didn’t have it budgeted to spend and THEN saved it, it’s not SAVING!

Jeezus. I’ve now said save, saving, savings, saved blah blah blah so many times I can’t see straight. I don’t know if I’m making any sense anymore.

The argument works in my head but I’m not sure about “on paper.” I want to know what y’all think. How is it SAVING MONEY if you didn’t have it in your pocket to begin with?

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Now I’m just talking out of both ends. If you don’t give a crap about this, how about go watch the kid’s video he recorded about his Star Wars stash. Now THAT is a stash, folks. Ain’t no money being saved when it comes to buying Star Wars stuff.

Also, he’s already starting asking about DragonCon this year. I should’ve never told him there was a marching band of Storm Troopers.

Oh, and one more thing. Somehow my Google Friend Connect thing got all jacked up. Go be my friend again if you don’t mind! I’ll love you forever!