<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141</id><updated>2011-09-19T13:01:00.565-04:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='home organization'/><category term='lifehacks'/><category term='2009'/><category term='home decorating'/><category term='debt payoff'/><category term='eating out'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='spending'/><category term='chores'/><category term='2010'/><category term='decluttering day'/><category term='single life'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='time'/><title type='text'>Building Villages</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-854323248493377091</id><published>2011-02-13T21:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:48:46.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back to where I started</title><content type='html'>I've merged the two blogs and gone back to posting to the Year of Frugal Living. See you &lt;a href="http://yearoffrugalliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-854323248493377091?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/854323248493377091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-where-i-started.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/854323248493377091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/854323248493377091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2011/02/back-to-where-i-started.html' title='back to where I started'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4557428122524742988</id><published>2010-12-17T20:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:17:09.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YESSSSS</title><content type='html'>Check out my debt tracker! 50%!!! It's all downhill from here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me while I high five myself and run around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4557428122524742988?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4557428122524742988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesssss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4557428122524742988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4557428122524742988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesssss.html' title='YESSSSS'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-5111275556983614347</id><published>2010-11-28T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:10:07.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing in</title><content type='html'>As of today, I have paid off 46.8% of my debt- sooo close to my goal of 50% by the end of the year!! This is exciting for a few reasons- it's a big landmark, for sure, and also the sign that easier times are ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debt payoff is like a roller coaster- you start off slow, building momentum and making small bits of progress. But, thanks to how interest works, the more you pay off, the faster the rate of your success accelerates- so even though it took 3 years to get to the 50% mark, I have good reason to believe that it should take 12-14 months to pay off the remaining 50%. Why? Well, think of it this way- when you start off, you have a lot of debt accumulating a lot of interest. So as you pay it off, less of your money goes toward the principal (the money you owe) and more goes toward the interest you're being charged. But as your principal gets smaller, so does the amount of interest you're being charged, so more of your money goes toward the principle. Because of this, the same dollar amount chips away at larger and larger portions of your debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why it's hard for many people to stay with a debt plan- the initial efforts don't yield much result, which is disheartening and people often give up. But, the longer you stay with it, the easier it gets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, this is the same way savings work for you. The more money you put in savings, the more you have to earn interest on. So when you put 100$ in savings, the first month you may get 6 dollars in interest, assuming a 6% interest rate (I wish!). BUT, the second month, you get interest on 106 dollars, so instead of making another 6 dollars in interest, you get 6% on your 106 dollars, or 6.36. Over time, that compound interest (that's what it's called) makes a big difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-5111275556983614347?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/5111275556983614347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/closing-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5111275556983614347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5111275556983614347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/closing-in.html' title='Closing in'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-3070922844122860043</id><published>2010-11-14T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:28:20.849-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spending'/><title type='text'>laziness</title><content type='html'>I have great news. I recently discovered that being lazy can actually equal being frugal! Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like sending out Christmas cards this year?&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;$100 (printing, postage) saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like going out for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;$40 (dinner plus tip) saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to go shopping for some new clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother!&lt;br /&gt;$200 saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-3070922844122860043?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/3070922844122860043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/laziness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/3070922844122860043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/3070922844122860043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/laziness.html' title='laziness'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2251172072821120309</id><published>2010-11-06T17:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T17:14:39.439-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debt payoff'/><title type='text'>Things I didn't buy</title><content type='html'>In my last post, I listed things that I spent money on outside of the planned budget. Today I thought I'd list the things I have cut out of the budget (successfully) in order to keep the debt payoff moving at the awesome rate it's been lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;haircuts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;big ticket household items (like rugs, small electronics, organizational stuff, etc)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seasonal items like plants for the front porch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;vacations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I could really use all of these things (except the mums), I'm doing my best to use everything I already have until they are basically trash, and putting off vacations and household stuff for the time being. I keep reminding myself that this time next year, I'll be so close to paid off that I can use CASH to pay for the things I need. This is all the motivation I need!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2251172072821120309?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2251172072821120309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-didnt-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2251172072821120309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2251172072821120309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-i-didnt-buy.html' title='Things I didn&apos;t buy'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-8657805173748683544</id><published>2010-11-01T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:34:44.117-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spending'/><title type='text'>unfortunately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;here's a list of things that got in the way of me following my budget last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PTO book fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PTO tshirt sale (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;union dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;donuts for work breakfast party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;kids' dental appointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;one night where everyone was really tired and we just wanted mcdonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know I should budget for these things, but seriously- other than the dental appointments, how regular are any of these things? Is it better to budget $100 a month or whatever for incidentals (which will then give you the feeling that you HAVE $100 to spend on incidentals) or to budget for nothing and then move $100 from debt payoff to spending money if need be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Psychologically, I know I spend less with the latter scenario. There's something about "planning" to spend extra money that makes me spend it two or three times over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-8657805173748683544?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/8657805173748683544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfortunately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/8657805173748683544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/8657805173748683544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/11/unfortunately.html' title='unfortunately'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-3836953434867540065</id><published>2010-10-24T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:15:10.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>how much is enough?</title><content type='html'>I listened to this very interesting story on NPR today about the proposed tax increase for those who make over 250,000/year (that I would link to if I could find the link). The story was about what it actually means to be a person making $250,000 a year, and how much is "enough" in terms of wealth. This was interesting to me because I've been thinking about this a lot lately- what do I actually need to make in order to be "happy" or "comfortable" or to have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know. As they pointed out in the story, as your income rises, so do your expectations for the things you should have. So while you might get by on a $60,000 salary, if you were to get a giant raise, you might upgrade your car, send your child to a private school, or move to a bigger house, therefore keeping your level of spending/saving money about the same. That explains why no matter how much you make, you never seem to have enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much IS enough? I don't know. I know I would consider sending my children to private school if money weren't a factor. I know I'd like a newer house that would have a better layout and newer appliances that don't break, or at least the extra money to get them fixed (and maybe I'd like a pool, truth be told... ;). I know I'd like to travel more than I do. I know I'd like to afford haircuts more than yearly. So... yeah. Clearly I have more than enough- things to spend $250,000 a year on. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-3836953434867540065?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/3836953434867540065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/3836953434867540065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/3836953434867540065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-much-is-enough.html' title='how much is enough?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-5339309885451321238</id><published>2010-10-21T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:43:14.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>really?!?</title><content type='html'>I made lunch every day this week, avoided buying coffee in the afternoons, and choose healthy options (or very small unhealthy) whenever I had a meeting with free food. The result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed within my budget and lost 3 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?! It was that easy? I'd be willing to bet its not. I think the hard part is sticking with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-5339309885451321238?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/5339309885451321238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5339309885451321238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5339309885451321238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/really.html' title='really?!?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2266660058149013325</id><published>2010-10-18T12:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:25:19.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so how do I do that?</title><content type='html'>The poll has ended and it looks like the slight majority wants me to bring back the YOFL, while the slight minority thinks I should keep things here. I'm inclined to merge the two, keeping the funkier look and subject matter of BV with the url of YOFL. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I need to figure out how to do that. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other, brown bag news, I'm STARVING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2266660058149013325?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2266660058149013325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-so-how-do-i-do-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2266660058149013325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2266660058149013325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/okay-so-how-do-i-do-that.html' title='Okay, so how do I do that?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-7739693345039739954</id><published>2010-10-17T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T13:13:04.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spending'/><title type='text'>Spendcation</title><content type='html'>So, I kind of blew it. I was primed to make a big credit card payment and I put it off a little too long, and ended up spending some of it on other stuff (mostly going out to eat and doing other stuff). I'm pretty disappointed! So I'm putting myself on a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spendcation&lt;/span&gt; for the next few weeks. I have some cash from my tag sale and I'm planning on only using that for spending money, and I am going to make my lunch every day that I can this week so I don't spend any money on eating out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I took on the second job, I've been lax about making my own lunch because a) I'm tired and b) I don't have time to go grocery shopping more than once a week so I've been running out of fresh food before the end of the week if I make lunch for anyone but the kids. I'm going to buy some food like tuna that won't go bad so that I can make it last all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating lunch out, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dunkin&lt;/span&gt; Donuts and extras here and there make up the bulk of my money "wasted." Where do you blow the money you'd otherwise save or put towards debt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-7739693345039739954?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/7739693345039739954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/spendcation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7739693345039739954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7739693345039739954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/spendcation.html' title='Spendcation'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4773294610375881249</id><published>2010-10-11T20:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:03:51.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decorating'/><title type='text'>Going out or staying home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The more I go out, the more money I spend. I've always been an emotional shopper and there's clearly something inside me that equates having "something nice" with making myself feel better. Since I began this quest, I've definitely tried not to continue this by not going to places like Target when I'm sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounds like a solution, right? Well, kind of. When I stay home, then I'm home- in my messy, toy-filled, 1950's throwback of a rental that I can't renovate (despite the money, it's not even my house). And while I'm not out shopping, I have the IKEA catalog, the Real Simple magazines, the Land of Nod catalog, HGTV, the internet... and there it is again- the desire to shop. And I don't know about you, but when I try to buy "storage solutions" like I see in magazines, they end up being just another THING in my house that doesn't quite work and I kind of hate and wish I didn't spend my money on. Storage cabinet from IKEA? Great idea! Except now it's crammed with crappy toys I hate and the kids never play with until I try to get rid of them. You get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, should I stay or should I go? I wish I could just live in a teepee with a light and some books. Seriously. Except you know it'd be a matter of time before I just wished I had a nice IKEA bookcase to keep them in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526974131621462290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/TLPBsIYSARI/AAAAAAAAASg/4wI7wZ5WB7A/s400/57385_PE162947_S3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4773294610375881249?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4773294610375881249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-out-or-staying-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4773294610375881249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4773294610375881249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/going-out-or-staying-home.html' title='Going out or staying home'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/TLPBsIYSARI/AAAAAAAAASg/4wI7wZ5WB7A/s72-c/57385_PE162947_S3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-89801516577133736</id><published>2010-10-10T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:32:22.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful things</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while! Things have been insane with a capital-oh-my-god-how-can-I-possibly-keep-this-up. I'm working two jobs now- my regular librarian gig plus I'm teaching a First Year Experience class two nights a week. It's for new freshmen and students returning to school after a long hiatus. I love it. I love having students I know, that I can help and encourage and teach. But I am exhausted, as I'm teaching the two nights I previously had child-free, that I used to catch up and relax and do things. I wouldn't give it up for the world, but I've been laying on the floor staring off into space at the end of each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this blog and the Year of Frugal Living a lot lately, mainly because my debt payoff has really kicked into high gear (thanks to the extra job income and the fact that my ex is paying his support on time, in full every week these days). I'm 41% there and I'm primed to make it to 50% before the year ends. It's like I can finally see the finish line- it's far out there, I can barely make it out, but there it is. After 3 years, there it is. I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been thinking a lot about where I go from here. When it ends, when I'm finally recovered from all that has happened, where do I want to be? I just don't know. I know I want to make a difference. I know I want to travel and be happy and be surrounded by beautiful things and wonderful people. But that's about all I know! It's going to be an interesting year. I feel like 2011 has a lot of great stuff in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to decide (see the poll above)- do I keep posting here? Do I go back to the Year of Frugal Living? I'm still getting tons of visits, despite not posting for months at a time. I'd like to know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we are. Fall, while sad in it's farewell to summer, brings the excitement of new school years and new years to follow. That finish line, despite its distance, is there. And then what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-89801516577133736?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/89801516577133736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/89801516577133736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/89801516577133736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/10/beautiful-things.html' title='Beautiful things'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2720609089570789155</id><published>2010-05-14T11:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:18:55.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decluttering day'/><title type='text'>Decluttering Day</title><content type='html'>Clutter is at the root of all evil. (Cleaning evil, at least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this end, I invented a holiday- decluttering day. You can even become a fan of it &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/manage/#!/pages/Decluttering-Day/119658034721388"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It's May 23rd. I'm going to declutter my house, with the goals of 1. cleaning less and 2. having a tag sale (which has been on my resolution list since the original Year of Frugal Living, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're not into Facebook, it's on May 23rd, and that day we're going to sort, toss, donate and clean. Get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out my debt payoff ticker! It's amazing what on-time child support payments will do. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2720609089570789155?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2720609089570789155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/05/decluttering-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2720609089570789155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2720609089570789155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/05/decluttering-day.html' title='Decluttering Day'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-9222099247691367816</id><published>2010-05-05T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T08:46:18.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why moms need breaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;Right around the time of the conference, which was a MAJOR work project that pretty much took over my life for the last 4 months (including why I wasn&amp;#8217;t blogging), I started to feel like I was perhaps the world&amp;#8217;s worst Mom. I was yelling at the kids, they were being bad and crying all the time, disaster city. So last week I took two days off from work (when I started blogging again) and sent the kids to school. I felt terribly guilty about this for about 2 hours. Then I went to get them, and I was calm, happy, fun, and in response they were calm, happy, fun, and I realized that:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;Moms need vacation days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;Only after I was able to get it together enough to calm down and stop making a BIG DEAL out of everything did I realize that my kids were acting out in response to my bad mood. Since then, things have been awesome. They have been so good. In fact, we even took a little after school road trip to Mystic last night, after school, which meant they had to sit in the car for an hour and 20 minutes at 4:30 in the afternoon. I thought they would surely act out, but nope- they were excellent. All it took was a one-woman comedy/entertainment show from me, which I only had the patience and energy to do because I&amp;#8217;m not stressed out. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;So in conclusion, if you can take day off in some way, shape, or form, DO IT. (And Mother&amp;#8217;s Day doesn&amp;#8217;t count. That&amp;#8217;s a day to be LAZY.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-9222099247691367816?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/9222099247691367816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-moms-need-breaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/9222099247691367816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/9222099247691367816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-moms-need-breaks.html' title='Why moms need breaks'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4064223246971504402</id><published>2010-05-03T14:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T14:27:04.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve been reading The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. If you haven&amp;#8217;t read it, I won&amp;#8217;t spoil anything but I will say that it&amp;#8217;s about a German girl named Liesel and takes place in the late 1930&amp;#8217;s/early 1940&amp;#8217;s, and is narrated by Death. There are a lot of amazing things about this book and at page 143, I&amp;#8217;m so hooked that I went home to read it on my lunch break, but what I was thinking about today was luck. We are SO LUCKY. This little girl can&amp;#8217;t read at 10, and when she does learn, she treasures books like gold. But in Nazi Germany, books are hard to come by, and she cherishes them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;When I was 10, I read voraciously. My mother jokes about telling me to &amp;#8220;put the book down and go to bed&amp;#8221; and it&amp;#8217;s true, I read with a flashlight under the covers until I was discovered. I mean, I grew up to be a librarian, so you can see where I&amp;#8217;m at with reading. And my own children love to be read to, now my five year old is starting to read on his own, and their rooms are filled (bookcases to the brim, overflow on shelves in the closets) with books. To think of a little girl who can count her books on one hand&amp;#8230; it&amp;#8217;s amazing how much we have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;Information is access to freedom. Without information, people are relegated to their current state, with no hopes of becoming better educated, better paid, better fed and better housed. Those with access to information can vote intelligently, can make changes, can understand when something is WRONG. That&amp;#8217;s why Hitler burned books. People who are deprived of knowledge are less likely to revolt. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='color:#1F497D'&gt;So, yeah, you might say I like the book.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4064223246971504402?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4064223246971504402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-thief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4064223246971504402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4064223246971504402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/05/book-thief.html' title='The Book Thief'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2769184249283806541</id><published>2010-04-30T08:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T08:51:33.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Lord, won't you buy me a 2002 Dodge Grand Caravan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;I paid off my car! This is momentous. MOMENTOUS! Not only have I never paid off a car before (something always happened before I could get to that point) BUT I have never really owned anything before. I guess most people my age don&amp;#8217;t, it&amp;#8217;s not like many people who own a house at 31 actually paid it off, but still, it&amp;#8217;s so exciting. Of course now I&amp;#8217;m terrified that something will go wrong with it, but that could have happened before and I would have had to pay a car payment PLUS repairs, so it&amp;#8217;s still a good thing. Hooray!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2769184249283806541?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2769184249283806541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-lord-wont-you-buy-me-2002-dodge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2769184249283806541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2769184249283806541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-lord-wont-you-buy-me-2002-dodge.html' title='Oh Lord, won&apos;t you buy me a 2002 Dodge Grand Caravan'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-8709805169773375364</id><published>2010-04-27T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:45:41.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>I've read more than once that you're not supposed to apologize for slacking on blogging (but I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Really!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has taken on a frenetic pace. I had a HUGE work project that consumed all of my time and energy over the last few months, and has finally wrapped last week and all I have to say to that project is GOOD RIDDANCE. It was a prime example of something that sounded really fun, but wasn't so much. Another example of that was taking the boys to see the movie "Oceans" at 5 pm on a rainy day. Fun, right? Well, the kids had fun- running laps around the movie theatre. So yeah, probably not the best idea. Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to have checked in over the last 3 months, you might have noticed that my debt payoff amount is up to 33%- one third! My ex has been paying his child support regularly and things are temporarily very good. It's a relief, albeit a tenuous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a raise at work, so that's great news. I'm hoping to teach a class in the fall (First Year Experience) so if that runs it'll be an extra supplement to help pay things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that massive PITA project is over, I hope to get back to writing and working diligently on paying things off and finding some balance in my life. I'm all over the place these days, and it's stressful. I hope to get to a better place soon, especially now that regular life should resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're reading this, thanks for sticking with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-8709805169773375364?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/8709805169773375364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/8709805169773375364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/8709805169773375364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-3147757605961352939</id><published>2010-01-01T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:35:40.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>Welcome 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is nothing like a new decade to wipe the slate clean. Wrapping the last decade up in a neat bow of 10 years makes it very easy to reflect on life, especially since it's been exactly 10 years since I graduated college and life, as an adult, began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last ten years, I lived in 3 states, dated 3 guys, married one. Had two beautiful baby boys, lived in three places, worked as a travel agent, in a liquor store, as a waitress, a substitute teacher, at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Danbury&lt;/span&gt; Mint, was a stay at home mom and then finally a librarian. I got my master's degree. I lost my grandmother and I got divorced. I started a blog and made new friends. I turned 21 and 30 and then 31. Things changed, and changed again. The world changed. I learned to believe in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't imagine what the next decade will bring. My boys will go to school, become big boys and then teenagers. My job will change or stay the same or I'll go on to another thing. I'll go back for a second master's or a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;phd&lt;/span&gt; or I won't. I'll pay off my debt and maybe buy a house. Maybe I'll even meet someone, and have another baby. The possibilities...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am welcoming 2010 with open arms. I'm excited to move forward with a genuine appreciation for myself and the beauty that can be found in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421949536234261042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sz6iYGFWSjI/AAAAAAAAASI/CDcoXLU9IRw/s400/mikey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421949722553895234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sz6ii8LaSUI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SIvXEA868F4/s400/HPIM1567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-3147757605961352939?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/3147757605961352939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/3147757605961352939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/3147757605961352939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-2010.html' title='Welcome 2010!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sz6iYGFWSjI/AAAAAAAAASI/CDcoXLU9IRw/s72-c/mikey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4173314679280435221</id><published>2009-12-30T09:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:51:15.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><title type='text'>2009 Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>Well, another year is wrapping up, and it's time for another update on my progress. I did this last year (see the post &lt;a href="http://yearoffrugalliving.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-did-it.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; on the Year of Frugal Living blog) and it's great to have a record of my accomplishments. So, here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I paid off another 7.6 percent of my debt, for a total of 26%, or more than 1/4.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dealt with missed child support, a missing ex husband, and had the guts to take him back to court for all of it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I experienced quite a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt; at work, including getting an award in front of the whole college!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I gave my children chores and have begun giving my 5 year old an allowance to start teaching him to save for things he wants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made my grandmother's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pirogi&lt;/span&gt; recipe with the kids (one of my 2009 resolutions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I travelled without the kids without having a nervous breakdown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went on a date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remodeled my living room fireplace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2009 has been the year of living- actually doing the things I have always wanted to do without being too scared or talking myself out of it. It's been a fantastic feeling to really be living my life, and I hope to continue to do it in 2010!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4173314679280435221?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4173314679280435221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4173314679280435221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4173314679280435221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-wrap-up.html' title='2009 Wrap Up'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2784190687627583563</id><published>2009-12-29T13:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T13:16:26.724-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><title type='text'>Foolproof Cleaning Method</title><content type='html'>Get motivated to purge in 3 easy steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one: Turn on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step two: Tune &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.aetv.com/hoarders/"&gt;A&amp;amp;E's Show Hoarders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step three: Get totally grossed out and begin throwing away your stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched this show twice since I've been home on vacation, and each time I've thrown out a huge bag of stuff immediately afterwards. It is gross. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; I watch it, I look around at the piles of crap in my house and I think "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;, this is how it starts." And I start tossing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a super neat person, despite being a librarian. :D I have the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to save things because I might need them, or I feel guilty throwing them away. This is ridiculous, especially in a 1100 square foot house. I was just going through the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup shelf" and there are baby bottles in there, the ones they recalled because of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BPA&lt;/span&gt;. So even if I DID have another baby, which would take a miracle at this point, I wouldn't even use them anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, if you have the tendency to save things, watch this show. It works!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2784190687627583563?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2784190687627583563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolproof-cleaning-method.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2784190687627583563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2784190687627583563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolproof-cleaning-method.html' title='Foolproof Cleaning Method'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2562197776777968701</id><published>2009-12-22T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:55:29.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>letters and sodas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond","serif"'&gt;It&amp;#8217;s not the holidays. I swear. It&amp;#8217;s just that&amp;#8230; I think I&amp;#8217;ve been watching too many romantic comedies on USA. Or maybe it&amp;#8217;s the full day workshop I attended with someone who I was dating and, while I fully acknowledge that things wouldn&amp;#8217;t have worked out, is still a pretty nice guy. But whatever it is, I feel like maybe I&amp;#8217;m ready to start dating a bit. I don&amp;#8217;t quite know how to go about this, because I&amp;#8217;m 31 and I don&amp;#8217;t hang out at bars and I don&amp;#8217;t really go anywhere other than work and the grocery store. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond","serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Garamond","serif"'&gt;So another, semi embarrassing 2010 resolution is to put myself back out there, even if it means utter embarrassment. I might even get to see a movie or something eventually, right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2562197776777968701?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2562197776777968701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/letters-and-sodas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2562197776777968701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2562197776777968701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/letters-and-sodas.html' title='letters and sodas'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-767069051251261205</id><published>2009-12-20T19:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T19:58:43.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>what's gonna work?</title><content type='html'>The funny thing about trying out new things is sometimes it makes your life easier, but the initial trying seems so time consuming and requiring of effort that it's too hard to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, for example, making small children pick up their toys before bed. I'll admit it, I have been doing it all these years because, well, because I was too tired to make them do it and it was easier just to do it myself. But since we're starting chores and one of my resolutions is to clean less, I started making them pick up the messes they made over the course of the day before we get ready for bed. I stayed with them and helped and we all did it together, and everyone felt really happy and proud when the house looked nice before they went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mr5 was getting ready to go to sleep, I was laying in his bed with him "talking about things" (as he calls it) and I said "Thanks for helping me clean up today. It was really great that we all did it together and it didn't take very long and look how clean the house is now! It was great teamwork." And he says "Yeah, it was teamwork! Just like the Wonder Pets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Just like em. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-767069051251261205?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/767069051251261205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-gonna-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/767069051251261205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/767069051251261205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-gonna-work.html' title='what&apos;s gonna work?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-1321519588149055538</id><published>2009-12-18T09:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T09:59:16.316-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>prioritizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently read this article in Business Week called “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/09_51/b4160092992355.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;How Adults Achieve Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;. It’s an interesting article because it, In some ways, tells you what you already know, but need to hear anyway. Basically, it comes down to this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of tv watching/ web surfing = not happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of exercise = happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of cleaning = not happy (yay!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of friends = happy (yay again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;It also draws a direct correlation between happiness at work and happiness at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I like this article because it is in many ways what I’ve tried to accomplish over the last 2 ½ years (wow, has it really been that long?) since my ex moved out. And I have to say, each of them require work. It’s easy to watch tv, or get sucked into the web for a few hours. It’s easy to not exercise. It’s easy to not call friends, although it’s also easy to not clean, at least it is for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, in light of the upcoming new year, and this interesting perspective on happiness, here are my 2010 goals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Make time to exercise!!! We have a gym at my work. I have a membership. I have never gone, because I don’t make the time. This year, I will schedule in gym time just as firmly as I schedule a meeting or a doctor’s appointment. Barring serious illness, it cannot be missed. I’ll shoot for twice a week to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Spend less time watching tv! This has been happening naturally since my tivo stopped working, and since I’ve been reading more. Keep it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Spend less time cleaning- the method for this one is brilliant- my children are getting chores. End of story. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1" class="MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Spend more time with friends- this one is easy, but with the cold and snow already here, will take an extra effort in the winter. I’m close with my core group of friends, but have fallen out of touch with others, and have recently made contact with a long lost friend, who I want to invite over for dinner soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What are your goals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-1321519588149055538?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/1321519588149055538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/prioritizing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/1321519588149055538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/1321519588149055538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/prioritizing.html' title='prioritizing'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-7764659943187675609</id><published>2009-12-17T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:37:33.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It can't be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;A week before Christmas? Oh, that is not good. I have lost my list and my motivation to shop and most likely, the positive balance in my checking account. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-7764659943187675609?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/7764659943187675609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-cant-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7764659943187675609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7764659943187675609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-cant-be.html' title='It can&apos;t be'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-6335052432822478212</id><published>2009-12-14T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:50:55.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>improvements</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve been busily painting, cleaning, getting rid of things, and hanging up panels to cover the ugly wall air conditioner (photos to come). And yesterday, I even went couch shopping!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;When I graduated college, I moved into a 3 month sublet in Providence, Rhode Island with a handful of furniture. Since I&amp;#8217;d be there for 3 months, I never really bothered decorating or buying much. Then after that, I moved into a bedroom of an already furnished apartment, so same thing. After that, another sublet, this time in Prescott, Arizona, so I didn&amp;#8217;t even have furniture- just a duffel bag the size of a kayak to hold all my stuff (I can fit in that duffel bag! It&amp;#8217;s amazing). After that, moved back home with my parents, and then I finally got an apartment here in Connecticut with the person who I&amp;#8217;d go on to marry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;Except we had no money, so we never bought any furniture or did any decorating. My parents gave us a couch and my ex had a kitchen table. I taped Sonic Youth and French movie posters to the walls, and we sat around smoking cigarettes and drinking beer and never once cared about fixing the place up. And it was an awful place- the garage of a ranch that had been converted into a loft apartment. It was in many ways illegal and even more ways ugly. I actually can&amp;#8217;t believe we ever even lived there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;Then we moved again, this time to a nice apartment with cathedral ceilings and a balcony. But now I had a 4 month old and wasn&amp;#8217;t working, so no new furniture. Couldn&amp;#8217;t paint, because it was a rental. So again, same ugly couch, a new hand me down kichen table, and a cabinet for the tv that we bought off some guy on the street for 25 bucks. At least this time we bought a few paintings to hang on the wall from IKEA, except I&amp;#8217;m pretty sure we charged them and I&amp;#8217;m probably still paying for them if you were to trace it back. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;Finally we moved to the house I live in now, except 3 weeks after we moved the shit hit the fan and my ex became my ex. Then I REALLY didn&amp;#8217;t have any money and I inherited even more hand me downs- a tv wall unit, a desk, a pink recliner. I taped the kids coloring pages to the walls, and shoved boxes of things under the beds. I could barely breathe, barely pay for food, never mind make the place my own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;So here I am, the first time in my life fixing up a place so that it&amp;#8217;s MINE. I&amp;#8217;ve never shopped for a couch before, never bought a piece of furniture from a place other than a tag sale or Goodwill. Never painted trim or hung up curtains. It&amp;#8217;s just incredible to be able to make decisions about my own space. I feel like I can finally make it my own, and that&amp;#8217;s amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Tw Cen MT","sans-serif"'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-6335052432822478212?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/6335052432822478212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/improvements.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/6335052432822478212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/6335052432822478212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/improvements.html' title='improvements'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-582149484465144314</id><published>2009-12-11T21:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:56:18.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Groove</title><content type='html'>For some reason, I am super productive lately! I've been painting, Christmas shopping, cleaning, reading real novels (really!) and just feeling really energetic, even after the kids go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the second coat on the fireplace and it looks awesome. Tomorrow I'll do the trim, and then I'm getting my Christmas tree. I can't believe I am actually close to finishing this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the excitement, but things don't usually go so well for me! I even got an award at work yesterday! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-582149484465144314?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/582149484465144314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-groove.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/582149484465144314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/582149484465144314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-groove.html' title='In the Groove'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-1043643534345740547</id><published>2009-12-09T11:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:00:14.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sx_XjDN75kI/AAAAAAAAASA/GfbaOctYiG4/s1600-h/12345.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413282274281776706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sx_XjDN75kI/AAAAAAAAASA/GfbaOctYiG4/s400/12345.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-1043643534345740547?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/1043643534345740547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/check-it-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/1043643534345740547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/1043643534345740547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/check-it-out.html' title='check it out'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sx_XjDN75kI/AAAAAAAAASA/GfbaOctYiG4/s72-c/12345.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-909478152936467649</id><published>2009-12-07T08:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T08:22:06.854-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decorating'/><title type='text'>primer, new lamp, and cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sx0A8xrODMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aKyZnh8LJVI/s1600-h/1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sx0A8xrODMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aKyZnh8LJVI/s400/1234.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412483371295968450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Check it out! Awesome, right? My mom came over and we primed the area. Then I chose a paint color (a medium gray) and we went to Ikea and got the panels to hang over the air conditioner. My mom and dad are both coming over Tuesday to hang the panels and the new curtains I got for by the couch. I'm so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This project is frugal because my mom is paying for the supplies as a Christmas present. And the cat is pretty confused by it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-909478152936467649?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/909478152936467649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/primer-new-lamp-and-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/909478152936467649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/909478152936467649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/primer-new-lamp-and-cat.html' title='primer, new lamp, and cat'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/Sx0A8xrODMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/aKyZnh8LJVI/s72-c/1234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-9005703032295481187</id><published>2009-12-03T16:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T09:14:45.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1/4 of the way there (and painting day!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you came over from the Year of Frugal Living blog, then you know I've been trying to pay off debt for a while now. As of today, I reached the 25% mark! Hooray! I had wanted to be at 40% by the end of 2009, but with my ex disappearing for 2 months, that just didn't work out. But I'm still ahead of where I was at the end of 2008 (I think 18%) so I'm still moving forward. This is cause for celebration- which I'm doing by priming the fireplace! My mom's on her way so I better stop fooling around on the computer and start getting ready...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-9005703032295481187?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/9005703032295481187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/14-of-way-there-and-painting-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/9005703032295481187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/9005703032295481187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/14-of-way-there-and-painting-day.html' title='1/4 of the way there (and painting day!)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-388924334568898276</id><published>2009-12-03T16:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:37:10.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before</title><content type='html'>Here's the fireplace, paneling, and random bookshelf set-up: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxgvBMxNjuI/AAAAAAAAARo/rbxcQLme6HM/s1600-h/123.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411126649939660514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxgvBMxNjuI/AAAAAAAAARo/rbxcQLme6HM/s400/123.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's the rest of the wall (note the end of the paneling on the right):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411126889332234818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxgvPIk2WkI/AAAAAAAAARw/LPa5ICDBBkA/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;See? Bad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-388924334568898276?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/388924334568898276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/before.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/388924334568898276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/388924334568898276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/before.html' title='Before'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxgvBMxNjuI/AAAAAAAAARo/rbxcQLme6HM/s72-c/123.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2652853474722201522</id><published>2009-12-02T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:22:36.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>not what I'm supposed to be doing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxaMhNLLlNI/AAAAAAAAARg/WoOGS8FdX44/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxaMhNLLlNI/AAAAAAAAARg/WoOGS8FdX44/s400/123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410666504432358610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mom is coming over tomorrow night with paint chips and Sunday we're going to IKEA. When I get home tonight I plan to take pictures of the "before" so that I can share and ask for some advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After 31 years of bitching that I don't have anything that I like and my house doesn't reflect my own style, the big question then becomes "what IS my own style?" Once, I took one of those "what is your style personality?" quizzes on hgtv.com and it said "eclectic" which I think means "too inconsistent to label". On that particular show (which I can't remember the name of right now) it says to pick 5 of your favorite things in your house, so that's what I'm going to do tonight, and see if that tells me anything other than "none of these things go together'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2652853474722201522?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2652853474722201522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-what-im-supposed-to-be-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2652853474722201522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2652853474722201522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/not-what-im-supposed-to-be-doing.html' title='not what I&apos;m supposed to be doing...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SxaMhNLLlNI/AAAAAAAAARg/WoOGS8FdX44/s72-c/123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-7135550250222308504</id><published>2009-12-01T12:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:32:56.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home decorating'/><title type='text'>let the daydreaming begin...</title><content type='html'>Now I'm wrapped up in the world of interior design. Should the panels be a bright color? What will go on the mantle? How will I choose things that reflect me and that I love and will also look cool and not like a dorm room? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so exciting. In the meanwhile, I found this cool blog about a mom who does this type of thing. Well. &lt;a href="http://www.designmom.com/"&gt;http://www.designmom.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my lunch break IKEA shopping...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-7135550250222308504?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/7135550250222308504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-daydreaming-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7135550250222308504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7135550250222308504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-daydreaming-begin.html' title='let the daydreaming begin...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-1606474010455155801</id><published>2009-11-30T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:18:29.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Design</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just spent the last hour with my mom, staring at my ugly living room and trying to figure out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt; to do with it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It boils down to a few major problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;it is entirely (and I mean 100%) filled with hand me downs from the early 90's at the NEWEST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is a large, wood paneled fireplace area on one end, not centered on the wall (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there is a giant air conditioner stuck in the side of the wall, even though I have central air (again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;there are toys, more toys, and then some more toys EVERYWHERE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We came up with a plan. It's a phased plan, which I learned about at work. That means there is a phase one that is cheap and phase two that we may never have the money/resources to achieve, but here's hoping.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Phase One plan is to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint large wood paneled fire place to match the walls (cream) and trim (white)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchase and hang a screen over the air conditioner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new corner desk to fill up the area next to the fireplace and make it look less off-center&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phase Two is something like get new couch, get new entertainment unit, win lottery, boob job, marry Brad Pitt. We'll see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end, we felt good about it all, but my mom did claim she's emailing the Divine Design chick to beg her to come here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-1606474010455155801?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/1606474010455155801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/divine-design.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/1606474010455155801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/1606474010455155801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/divine-design.html' title='Divine Design'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-5008891215243142742</id><published>2009-11-29T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:14:14.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>how on earth do I have a 5 year old...</title><content type='html'>My oldest turned 5 on Friday. We spent the day with their dad, which as you can imagine, makes me the best mom on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually wasn't that bad. It's not like I don't like to talk to him, I just can't live with him. But he kept excusing himself to go smoke cigarettes, and each time he was gone I explained to the kids how cigarettes make your lungs black and you get sick from them and maybe die. So, they may grow up with panic disorders about their father (and grandmother) dying, but at least they won't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now he's 5, and he's decided that he no longer wants me to call him by his nickname (which we've ALWAYS called him) but by his full name. The sheer idea of this makes me want to cry. I mean, it makes sense, he is certainly more of a full name type of kid, but still. At 5? Can't this wait till high school? It's heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, now he's big enough for cool toys, so we spent the day yesterday playing star wars and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playmobil&lt;/span&gt; dragons. Plus, Mr3 informed me that he was never going to move out and he was going to live with me forever in the basement and sometimes he'd go to the grocery store. So now I have that to look forward to- I sort of picture him like the guy in "I Love You Man," hanging out in his man cave, smoking pot and playing air bass to Rush. Gotta love these kids...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-5008891215243142742?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/5008891215243142742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-on-earth-do-i-have-5-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5008891215243142742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5008891215243142742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-on-earth-do-i-have-5-year-old.html' title='how on earth do I have a 5 year old...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-6506945076187264137</id><published>2009-11-26T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:34:46.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I usually blow off sentimental holidays as being too mushy or something, but I have to admit being a mother has sort of forced me to take myself a little less seriously and enjoy the warmth of Thanksgiving and Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in that vein, I'm thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my children&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a roof over my head and food to eat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friends and family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finding my voice through the Year of Frugal Living blog and continuing it here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;having a sense of humor when all of the above go terribly, terribly awry!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-6506945076187264137?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/6506945076187264137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/6506945076187264137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/6506945076187264137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4798983203635552213</id><published>2009-11-01T10:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T10:29:17.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day is a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm watching the Biggest Loser right now. This season, there are some really messed up people among the contestants. Two of them are particularly heartbreaking to me- one, Abby, the mom who lost her whole family (husband, 5 year old daughter and newborn son) in a car accident. The other is Shay, the woman who's mother was a heroin addict. Obviously, the mom is heartbreaking- especially to a mom of two like me. Every time she talks about her kids, I just cry and cry. I can't even imagine what she went through. And for the other woman, after everything I went through with my ex and keeping my kids safe from his addiction, I just think of what could have happened had I not been strong enough to get us away from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is scary. Bad shit happens every day. People who don't deserve to suffer suffer a LOT. They don't always get saved, they don't always have another parent who will be DAMNED if they let anything happen to their kids. And people like my ex drive drunk or speed or whatever and kill other families. It's enough to make you want to stay in your house and never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except you can't. I'm not a religious person, I don't think there's a better place waiting for us. I think this life is the chance we have to be happy, to love, and to make this world a better place. I don't want my life to be bad or sad or terrible because of other people's crap. And I want my children to grow up knowing that they are loved and safe and have the chance to make their own happiness. And so I do my best every day- if I'm tired or sad or upset, I talk to my kids about feelings and how to deal with them. I don't sugar coat things, but I don't let them forget that they are safe and loved. And I really feel that every day is a new beginning, a new chance to be happy and have relationships with others and to love and be loved. At the end of the day, you can only change yourself and how you deal with how others affect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village that I talk about- it's about having those loving relationships with people who make you happy and challenge you and who you love. It's about making your life the best you can, and not letting the bad things break you. At the end of the day, I feel at peace with everything I've been through, and I hope that I make others lives happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4798983203635552213?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4798983203635552213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-day-is-new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4798983203635552213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4798983203635552213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/11/every-day-is-new-beginning.html' title='Every day is a new beginning'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4198728140256454550</id><published>2009-10-30T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T08:35:20.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need a teepee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday I was insanely stressed out. There was too much to do and not enough time to do it in- kids needed to be delivered to two different places, Halloween costumes needed to be worn with changes of clothes brought, garbage and recycling needed to be taken out, and I needed to be at work at 7:45 for a class. Then, I got it all done, and I felt awesome. I'm awesome! I can handle everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Except this morning I had practically nothing to do. Kids were coming with me to school (they go to the preschool on our campus), costumes were in the bag, no lunches needed because they are going to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babysitter's&lt;/span&gt; at lunch time so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;McDs&lt;/span&gt; on the way could be had... should have been a breeze, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But no. Mr3 would NOT leave me alone. He wanted me to carry him everywhere, and since I donated blood yesterday, I didn't really want to pick him up (my arm looks gross- like blood will squirt out of the hole if I flex my muscle). Then he didn't want to get dressed, then he wanted a cheese stick even though he had a bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colby&lt;/span&gt; jack and crackers right in front of him, then he kept pushing me while I was trying to brush my teeth... I ended up roaming aimlessly around the house trying to find a place to get away from him. Just for ONE minute- just enough to drink a few swigs of coffee without getting shoved and spilling it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I eventually got them dressed and in the car and delivered to school and now I'm at work and everything is fine, but I hate mornings like this. It all started because Max just wanted me to play with him, and I can't really PLAY with him in the morning. I ended up playing this "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a hamster in the pet store and you buy me" game with him while I was making breakfast, but that's what set him off. And I feel bad! But what can I really do? It's time to get up, get dressed, eat, get ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's just frustrating and it sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4198728140256454550?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4198728140256454550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-need-teepee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4198728140256454550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4198728140256454550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-i-need-teepee.html' title='I think I need a teepee'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-911976948624554233</id><published>2009-10-27T08:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:29:30.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Early to bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everyone's&lt;/span&gt; making fun of me about my "new bedtime" but all I have to say is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I FEEL AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Getting 8 hours of sleep is not a joke, it really has changed my life. I'm waking up happier, I have WAY more energy which means I have been exercising more, I haven't been as hungry for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; and things (so I've lost a few pounds) and my house is really clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was very skeptical of how a single, working mom could go to bed so early and still get things done and have any time to relax. But for some reason, my extra energy during the day is helping me stay on top of cleaning, so that there's not a lot to do after the kids go to bed, just about 30 min of picking up, doing dishes, etc (during which time I talk on the phone to catch up with friends). Then it's only about 8 pm, and I get some reading material, get ready for bed, and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; or read until I go to sleep. It is really rather amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was going to do it for a week... but now I think I might extend it indefinitely! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-911976948624554233?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/911976948624554233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-to-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/911976948624554233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/911976948624554233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/early-to-bed.html' title='Early to bed'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-6867387831228156729</id><published>2009-10-25T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:15:04.995-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>it's 9:12 am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the groceries are here and put away (the kids LOVED it), the dishwasher is emptied, the laundry is done (enough), the house is picked up, and the kids are at their dad's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll exercise, clean the bathtub and take a shower. And then I'm off for a grown up adventure of reading at a coffee shop and visiting a museum. I'm so excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-6867387831228156729?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/6867387831228156729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-912-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/6867387831228156729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/6867387831228156729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-912-am.html' title='it&apos;s 9:12 am...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2280564310722782569</id><published>2009-10-24T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T19:53:10.751-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifehacks'/><title type='text'>Saving Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sundays are pretty much the only day I can really count on my ex to spend time with the kids, so they end up being the one day I can actually count on getting things done. Lately I've been feeling like I waste my whole day Sunday doing house things like cleaning, laundry and grocery shopping. A few weeks ago, I went out to have lunch with a friend and left a little early, where I headed down to a local college town where there are tons of awesome bookstores, museums, coffee shops, etc. It was the best day I had had in ages because my whole day was about being a grown up and doing things I like to do, rather than vacuuming and washing dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, I've been doing all I can to get the weekly chores done throughout the week so that I can have Sunday to myself. I've been doing a load or two of laundry after work, cleaning up before bed every night instead of leaving things for the weekend, and basically keeping on top of things. I know this probably sounds obvious, but with a 12 hour day of work plus mom duties each day, I was not that motivated to do it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, in a stroke of genius, I finally ordered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peapod&lt;/span&gt; (a delivery service from our local grocery store) to be delivered tomorrow between 6 and 8 am. I am psyched! When the kids get picked up at 9, the grocery shopping will already be done. I cannot even believe how easy it really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this service isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; frugal (they charge a delivery fee, although this time I had a coupon that covered it) but in the grand scheme of things, it seems to be worth it. And I'm really looking forward to a lovely day tomorrow- if the weather is decent, I'm planning on going to an art museum that has free admission. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2280564310722782569?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2280564310722782569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/saving-sunday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2280564310722782569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2280564310722782569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/saving-sunday.html' title='Saving Sunday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-7262860985321355346</id><published>2009-10-23T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:41:45.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs., Ms. or Miss: Addressing Modern Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1930510,00.html"&gt;Mrs., Ms. or Miss: Addressing Modern Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an interesting article about women's names and identities. A few of my Facebook friends have commented on it. I personally use Ms. but am not offended by Miss or Mrs., and I didn't change my last name back to my maiden name when I got divorced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that the author makes a point when she points out that our maiden names are actually our father's names, so either way we didn't really "choose" them. I love the idea of people choosing their own last names when they get married, but that's not always popular with extended families. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-7262860985321355346?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1930510,00.html' title='Mrs., Ms. or Miss: Addressing Modern Women'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/7262860985321355346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs-ms-or-miss-addressing-modern-women.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7262860985321355346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/7262860985321355346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs-ms-or-miss-addressing-modern-women.html' title='Mrs., Ms. or Miss: Addressing Modern Women'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2713036510371653282</id><published>2009-10-21T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:23:50.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>the other 40 hour job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As anyone with a full time job, two preschoolers, and some semblance of a social life might be, I am always exhausted. And this past week was no exception, except now I am also sick (thanks to the previously mentioned job and preschoolers). I started feeling sick last Monday, and another Monday rolled around and I still wasn't feeling much better. And so I decided that I needed to take a drastic step and put myself on a sleep diet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only this diet was the fattening-up kind, the kind you do before a wrestling match or you are going to be slaughtered for Thanksgiving dinner (okay, neither of those are practical similes, but you get the point). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I've been attempting to get 8 hours of sleep per night. Last night I got into bed at 8:15 with the J Crew catalog and a copy of Self, turned on the Biggest Loser, and promptly fell asleep. I woke up this morning at 5 am. This is significant because I woke up- I wasn't woken up by an alarm clock, the cat, a three year old who has to pee, a four year old who wants to snuggle. And I really feel better today. It's amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2713036510371653282?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2713036510371653282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-40-hour-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2713036510371653282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2713036510371653282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/other-40-hour-job.html' title='the other 40 hour job'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-4304364767908627677</id><published>2009-10-19T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:18:40.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home organization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifehacks'/><title type='text'>The email purge links</title><content type='html'>Here's what I'm using to get rid of my massive (like MASSIVE) email backlog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do: &lt;a href="http://unclutterer.com/2008/03/31/simple-strategies-to-clear-email-clutter-from-gina-trapani-of-lifehacker/"&gt;http://unclutterer.com/2008/03/31/simple-strategies-to-clear-email-clutter-from-gina-trapani-of-lifehacker/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The three folder system: &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/software/top/geek-to-live--empty-your-inbox-with-the-trusted-trio-182318.php"&gt;http://lifehacker.com/software/top/geek-to-live--empty-your-inbox-with-the-trusted-trio-182318.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to figure out how to replicate this in my home... I'm thinking giant plastic bins might be the way to start... imagine putting ALL the toys in the living room in a giant plastic bin, and then dealing with them in small doses? Isn't that what they do on that show Clean Sweep? I think I need to have that show come to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-4304364767908627677?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/4304364767908627677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/email-purge-links.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4304364767908627677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/4304364767908627677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/email-purge-links.html' title='The email purge links'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-5039773891760965160</id><published>2009-10-17T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:36:39.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purge</title><content type='html'>I don&amp;#39;t know if it&amp;#39;s fall, or a phase or what, but I&amp;#39;ve been feeling the need to get rid of things and start fresh lately.  My mom has been helping me tackle my house, which is a massive toy pit. Actually, it&amp;#39;s a tiny 1000 sq ft toy pit. There&amp;#39;s no room for anything, and the layouts of the rooms make it even harder. There&amp;#39;s tons of dead space and too much going on where I actually need to walk... Anyway, not only this, but I also tried one of those inbox-zero email time savor tricks. It seems good so far but we&amp;#39;ll see how long it lasts. It would be great to not spend 3 hours a day staring at email. &lt;p&gt;Too bad I can&amp;#39;t move my house into a backlog folder... or maybe I could... hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-5039773891760965160?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/5039773891760965160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/purge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5039773891760965160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5039773891760965160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/purge.html' title='The Purge'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-5244095614389282728</id><published>2009-10-14T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T08:30:27.834-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><title type='text'>on being single with children</title><content type='html'>My "new life" definitely has its pros and cons. For example, sometimes its hard to have to be the adult who does ALL the adult things in the house- I take care of the kids, I work, I make the lunches, I wash the clothes, I pay the bills, I take out the trash, I kill the spiders, etc. Not only that, but I have to be the tough one, the disciplinarian, the one who says no. I hate this sometimes, because I want to be the fun parent. I would like to say "Wait til your father gets home" once in a while. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very emotionally draining to always have to follow through on what I say, even if that means spending 30 minutes making a 4 year old stay in time out, or not going somewhere fun because I said that we wouldn't go if they didn't listen or stop fighting or whatever it is that they are doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, there are 2 nights and one day a week that I don't have to cook dinner, and I can watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; or relax or read or take a nap or do whatever I want. This is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my favorite part of being a single mom? Watching every single stupid show that I love to watch (Project Runway, the Hills, America's Next Top Model, etc) and never, ever having to watch another creepy Law and Order or show about monster trucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may never date again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-5244095614389282728?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/5244095614389282728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-being-single-with-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5244095614389282728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5244095614389282728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-being-single-with-children.html' title='on being single with children'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-2767046390315067052</id><published>2009-10-12T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:14:26.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the farm</title><content type='html'>Today was the annual school field trip to the farm, always a fascinating and yet macabre adventure. There&amp;#39;s just something about standing in front of a 400 lb pig while a woman sticks Velcro-backed drawings of bacon and spareribs to a wood cutout silhouette of a pig that makes me want to die a little. Not to mention the fact that soon the pig is apparently leaving them to &amp;quot;go to another farm,&amp;quot; which one can only assume looks like that barn in the movie Twister with all the knives in it. &lt;p&gt;And to add insult to injury, we came home and had ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch. And to think I was a vegetarian for 13 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-2767046390315067052?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/2767046390315067052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-at-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2767046390315067052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/2767046390315067052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-at-farm.html' title='A day at the farm'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5908482577583448141.post-5214887902761143725</id><published>2009-10-11T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T20:34:27.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>real life</title><content type='html'>I've been blogging for nearly two years now, when I started a blog called "&lt;a href="http://yearoffrugalliving.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Year of Frugal Living&lt;/a&gt;." Twenty two months later, I've pretty much run out of things to say about Frugal Living and how my ex husband never pays his child support, and I'm pretty sure everyone else is tired of hearing about it. I'm not making fast progress, not enough to keep writing every day about it (although I'm still working on the debt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paydown&lt;/span&gt;- I may move the ticker over to this blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to stop blogging, so I started a new blog, sort of about my life, and sort of about the reconstruction of my happiness after the divorce and all of that. I've &lt;a href="http://yearoffrugalliving.blogspot.com/2009/05/making-my-village.html"&gt;talked about building villages&lt;/a&gt; before, and it's something I think is fascinating and real. It also gives me an excuse to talk about my real life- my kids, my job, fun stuff. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're coming over from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YOFL&lt;/span&gt;, thanks for sticking with me, and if you're new, thanks for coming. You get to be in the village, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5908482577583448141-5214887902761143725?l=buildingvillages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/feeds/5214887902761143725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5214887902761143725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5908482577583448141/posts/default/5214887902761143725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingvillages.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-life.html' title='real life'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17508625149128121644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eAr25oJGtTc/SERHeAASlPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WQY6Cef18gM/S220/P1010856.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
