Where all of this started
Thanks to a spammer who generously offered to help me market my website, I found my old SavingAdvice.com journal which I started at the beginning of my personal finance kick.
Thanks to a spammer who generously offered to help me market my website, I found my old SavingAdvice.com journal which I started at the beginning of my personal finance kick.
Our dog suddenly started acting frightened to go up and down some of the stairs in our house. Neither we nor the vet could find a physical reason--in fact, he's very healthy for his 10 years of age and likely won't develop any mobility issues anytime soon--so our only guess was that he'd had a spectacular fall one day while we were at work and was still a little spooked.
I bought my first "Seattle jacket" recently--water-repellant, wind-resistant, and hooded. It will especially come in handy when I have to walk the dog (it's very difficult to juggle an umbrella, a poop bag, and a dog who wants to go in every direction--and yes, again with the poop bags; sorry!). I'm very pleased with it and find it even warmer than my winter coat from Banana Republic--and to top it all off, I got it at a discount!
This is a picture of what used to be the housing for a set of doorbell chimes. The previous owners had yanked out the chimes, but hadn't really done anything with the space--there was a little oak rack of hooks crookedly drilled into the wall, and the old doorbell wires were sticking out of the top. I hated this little corner of the living room, and thought about how I could cover it up!
I forgot to include some good news in my mid-January update: J got a $12K raise! I'm excited about this, not only because it means the debt "noose" will loosen more quickly, but also because he really deserves it.
I know even some PF bloggers have made this mistake, but somehow that doesn't make me feel less like a doofus: I forgot to make a credit card payment this month! Worse yet, it was the credit card on which I have a little under $5000 at a 0% rate (for about 9 more months). My mind was just wrapped around my car getting broken into--as the days went on, I'd notice other things missing, and so the anger and frustration lingered longer than it probably would have otherwise.
Tonight I made my dinner in the manner of Amy Dacyczyn's "refrigerator soup." The ingredients were: