Touchy-feely to a whole new level

I met B's lesbian girlfriend last night. He talks about her a lot and I'm glad he has a good friend at school, except that they have serious conversations about him being her baby-daddy-sperm-donor (ew). So we met up with her and a bunch of her friends last night, and I didn't really get a chance to talk to her until we were out in the parking lot. When she tackled me. Seriously. I'm like, ok, I'm glad we finally get to meet, too, but that doesn't mean I want to be groped. And when I told her I was so full from dinner, she grabbed my little buddha gut and starting shaking it. I wanted to barf. She's like a Jack Russell puppy on meth! Yapyapyapyap jumpspinpounce alloverthefuckingplacehyper. I told B this morning that I'll only be able to handle her in small doses, and that's only if she refrains from manhandling me.

Random Observation For Today

It’s so much easier to diet when you’re completely broke! BGSU has once again screwed up our finances and we are THIS CLOSE ---> <--- to overdrawing on our checking account, and I spent my last 5 quarters, 2 dimes and nickel on a bagel w/cream cheese this morning. But we have groceries at home, so I’ve been packing my lunch for the past couple of weeks and have been doing so much better at eating healthy stuff than when I had money!
I made a little change-jar out of a melted Tupperware bowl that I found in the breakroom, with the intention of dumping my change in it then donating it to charity (the National Multiple Sclerosis Society… my sister has MS). But now, all that’s left in it is pennies because I kept mining the quarters and dimes out of it to buy Rice Krispies Treats out of the vending machine.
Pathetic.
But, dinner tonight is on the company! Sweeeet.

Money is truly EVIL

I spoke too soon apparently.

All my enthusiasm and excitement about getting our finances in order totally jinxed me or something. I went online just a minute ago (and now I don't even remember what for) and was shocked by our checking account balance. WTF?! Wha happnd?

Fuck.

Looks like the check I wrote to the university finally cleared, and in between writing and clearing, we went grocery shopping and bought gas and drove to fucking Cleveland a bazillion times. Which totally screwed everything up.

So right now, money is not just the root of all evil, money itself is evil incarnate.

Alterations

I made some changes to my page today. First, it seems my old template was the most popular one out there, so can't have that now, can we? Second, my title was rather blah, and can't have that either.

One of my favorite bloggers is Linda on All & Sundry, she absolutely never fails to crack me up. And today she ranted about her husband who tends to disappear & leave her with their two kids and a crap-ton of housework to do. But the real eye-opener for me was scrolling through the comments... apparently this is not an uncommon practice. Since I don't have kids yet (notice I did say yet... I have consented to consider the option of children once we are out of debt... more on that in a minute) I really didn't realize that it was normal for guys to be, well, flat-out lazy. But at the same time, I'm still in that "oh it won't be like that for us" mindset due to the fact that the whole kid thing is B's idea entirely and if it were up to me I'd be a crazy cat-lady.

But I will admit that every now and then I think it might not be so bad, especially when I see this. Friggin cute.

I have laid down two stipulations on it though. One, we have to be financially stable, and two, B has to be done with school and have a real job so I can drop to part-time or work from home or something. Both are in the works... B should be done with his undergrad in 2-3 years tops, and we're starting a Total Money Makeover this weekend. Dave Ramsey is awesome! His writing is engaging and funny, and he doesn't make the process so intellectually challenging that it feels like a chore. We're already through "Baby Step 1" which is establishing an emergency fund, and we're going to write out a budget (gasp!) for September and start "Baby Step 2" of snowballing our debt payoffs in the next couple of weeks. I've even created Excel spreadsheets that we can fill in & print out to track our progress. The whole philosophy behind the program is "If you will live like no one else, later you can live like no one else," which basically means that we need to cut back on our frivolous lifestyles now so we can do whatever we want a little further down the road. The concept is to pay cash for everything and not use credit or loans for anything at all (although he does make an exception when buying a home). We're also having to make an exception for B's school... we had to take out a loan to cover the money the school is demanding before the GI Bill pays out. (Which is a rant for a separate post.) So I'm feeling very optimistic about it, and I'm looking forward to cutting ties with the credit card companies!

Holy non-productive, Batman!

Just thought I would share...
I spent the entire 8-hour workday reading Amalah's fantabulous blog (and eating gummy bears and chocolate pretzels and drinking water... hormonal much? Damn pills). She started writing in 2003, and so of course I'm starting at the beginning. I've made it to June of 2004. Prolific! And inspiring! Shall I aspire to write more often, and see where it takes me?
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And who the hell would want to read about MY life anyway?
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Guess we'll find out.

My self esteem is not so impervious

I overheard someone refer to me as "Jen with the boobs" today, and for some reason it kind of struck a nerve. Normally I'm of the "flaunt it if you've got it" mentality, and I know I'm out of shape and the majority of my 130 lbs is in my bra. And I don't mind so much when friends like to tease me & request that I wear low-cut shirts, and when B compliments me is definitely fine! But I guess it just gets to me when other people make comments (especially other people that don't know me and have never made much of an effort to be friendly either).

So tonight, I start my new membership at the gym by my house by taking a spinning class (no not spinning wool, spinning like stationary bikes ), and I'll make an effort to work out on the days I don't have class too. And when I get home, I'm cleaning out my closet and dresser of the clothing that doesn't quite fit correctly but I've been hanging on to & wearing anyway, just so I don't have to hear crap anymore.

I totally should clarify this... it was a WOMAN who made the comment, not a guy! Now if she had been a friend of mine, (a) she probably wouldn't have defined me that way (instead of Jen the brunette, it's Jen with the boobs? come on!) and (b) I wouldn't have minded. But this woman is very abrasive and downright rude a lot of the time, and has only spoken to me once or twice since I started here a year ago, and has never even returned a smile or said hello or anything remotely friendly, so I don't speak to her either. So I don't think she had any right whatsoever to call me that.If it had been a guy, I would have laughed!