Posts Tagged ‘budgets’

I’m not an addict til I admit there’s a problem.

April 24, 2012

I kind of had a rather impulsive weekend. Oh, nothing too impulsive. Those who hear the story and then see what I actually did? They laugh at me. They’re all oh LOOK out! Crazy mama is on the LOOSE! Well, whatever. It was crazy and impulsive (except not really) for a single, goody-two-shoes mama on a tight budget.

I went and bought some new toys.

I first went off the track at Kohl’s. I have been trying to find a bathing suit for Gracie as part of her birthday present from Grandpa and Grandma. There must be an insane run on bathing suits in Girls’ size medium because I haven’t found anything anywhere. Sure, Target had some atrociously hideous one-piecers or some not-bad two-piecers - but ain’t no way I’m putting my eight-year-old in a two-piecer. A halter – fine. But a top with two itty-bitty triangles of fabric? Um, no. There’s no need at her age. So after finding nothing at Target, Walmart, and Old Navy, and refusing to pay more than I did for my suit on the cute ones I found at Children’s Place and Old Navy, I decided it was time for a Kohl’s trip. And I did find a very, very cute two-piecer that says “Hello! I am fun and sporty and EIGHT-YEARS-OLD!” So that was good.

…And then I sashayed right on over to the purse section. I wasn’t really in dire need, but I had noticed that the stitching on my purse strap was unraveling, and the strap was also all cracked and rather wretched. But it wasn’t all that noticeable, so I had time if I didn’t find something super cheap. I forgot to take into account that I might fall madly in love with something, which is what I did.


That’s my new purse. It’s just large enough that I can fit my laptop in it, but small enough that I wouldn’t call it primarily a laptop bag. And best of all, it’s filled with a bright, shiny color! (I am supposed to learn to back slowly away from non-colors. Half of my support group is celebrating madly, the other half is yelling – loudly - that granny-smith green is still an earth tone.) Meanwhile, I am celebrating the fact that I can now just throw my laptop in my purse instead of lugging a purse, a lunch bag, and a laptop case to work every morning. I love me some simplification. Especially when it only costs $25, ftw!

And then…oh, then came Sunday. I had been muddling over a possible purchase for quite awhile. I had been socking away my overtime, trying to decide whether or not to splurge. Sunday, I finally did it – I bought an iPhone.

I KNOW! ME! An iPhone! I was so excited at the store, getting all set up and picking out a very bright red case for my new baby. Then I got home and broke into a cold sweat off and on all night because it will be an extra $30 to the budget every month. I just don’t do things like that! Except, yes, yes I did. It only took me six hours before I realized I was completely and utterly addicted to the thing. Wanna watch the Bruins game while also watching Grey’s Anatomy? I can do that. Want to check your Twitter feed without getting up from the couch? Yep, can do that, too. Need to download an emergency back-up book or two for the flight, without giving up precious carry-on space? Very first app I downloaded. I also have my eye on the Nike GPS/run app. And Draw Something. And…and…and….

This is exactly why I don’t let myself splurge. I tend to get a wee bit out of hand. It’s just like opening Pandora’s box. Only worse. (Oooh! Pandora….)

 

If I’m all angsty, I blame my Grey’s Anatomy marathon.

September 23, 2008

I like to tell people that I’m good at being poor. Growing up, we didn’t have a lot of money. When I was really little, we closed off parts of the house and didn’t heat it. We didn’t have cable. My parents never went out and we didn’t go on vacations. When I was a little bit older, things loosened up a little bit. We went on one modest family vacation at the end of the summer for a few years. We had cable put in (not premium cable, never that – the regular kind). In high school, my dad put in an above ground pool.

 

That isn’t to say we ever got ahead. (My dad was never as good at being poor as my mom and he, unfortunately, was The Decision Maker.) As my mom always put it, we made too much money to qualify for assistance, and not enough money to pay for any extras. She always clipped coupons. We saved and returned soda cans for our “fun money.” Extras were indeed pretty scarce.

 

But that’s okay, because that meant those extras meant a whole lot more to us.

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