Category Archives: money

who balances the checkbook?

Recently, my sister-in-law asked me who balances the checkbook in our house.  The question caught me off guard… not because I don’t know, but because there’s not a designated balancer. J and I both check into our finances at least every other day. [And then we tell each other about it, as if the other is completely unaware of the state of things. Not sure why. :) ]

I’ve always been vigilant about my money. When I started college, I had enough money to pay tuition for a semester, and stupidly, I spent all the money on tuition. [Ideally, I would have kept the money in an emergency fund, and avoided many tight squeezes during undergrad.] Until I graduated, I had to make do with loans (which usually only covered tuition) and whatever pitiful income I had from part-time jobs. At some point during my freshman year, I worked almost 40 hours a week to try and pay for my stay in the dorms. I didn’t have much discretionary income, and I had to monitor all my expenses carefully. I checked my bank balances daily. I remember having $0.19 in my checking account one day, and knowing that I had at least another week before I would get paid again.

Over the years, I gradually scaled back on school (dropping down to 9-12 credits a semester) so that I could work more and pay for more of my tuition and living expenses, rather than stacking more student loans on my growing mound. Ultimately, Jason and I paid for my final year of school out of pocket… on top of paying for our wedding. This was done through careful planning and budgeting, and weekly (if not daily) checks into our finances. We cut back on eating out and boozing it up, and tried to spend less than we were bringing in. Eventually, this allowed us to build up our savings for a move to Texas, and helped with our transition between states, apartments, and jobs.

Nowadays, we still (both) track everything carefully. We know exactly what we’re spending each month, and even when we have unexpected expenses (travel due to family issues, repairs for a dent in a rental car, etc.), we’re never caught off-guard. And though it takes time to keep track of everything, it’s comforting to know that we’re both invested (pun intended, ha!) in our current and future finances.

So. Who balances the checkbook in your household?

back to school…?

Every couple of months, I take a look at my student loans, the payments I have to make, and emphatically declare that I’m NEVER going back to school.

A week later, I usually find myself poking around at different graduate schools, and wondering if I could make it as a grad student.

What it usually comes down to is money…

Money is the reason I don’t want to go back to school, and the reason I can’t truly dismiss it. I don’t want to go back because my undergraduate degree cost so much, and because I have to pay a lot of money each month to various lending institutions because I didn’t make better financial and life decisions when I was last in school. If I think of all the classes I paid for and either didn’t show up for, or just coasted through, I become either depressed or angry, neither of which contributes to my general sense of happiness.

On the other hand, my daily work involves me looking at what other people are being paid, and the overall trend indicates that English was a poor choice for a major (duh), and that computer science or electrical engineering are much more lucrative. I don’t think money is everything– it’s not– but there’s no denial that how much you make does contribute to one’s sense of how much you’re worth. Hold your fire– I’m not saying that it’s the only, or even most important, measure of a person. But I personally think that I’d feel better about my life  (and past choices) if I were making more money. Most of us want to feel validated, and that can happen via financial compensation or joy derived from one’s job. Generally, if you’re not getting either, you won’t be happy in your job. This is why people who work in non-profit companies are generally less concerned with their salaries– they are getting something else from their jobs. [Again, I'm speaking from general experience and observation.]

What this brings me to is the monthly dance– should I go back to school and get a different (more lucrative, more specifically useful) degree? Or should I employ some of that creativity I say I yearn for, and find a way to put what I have to good use?

i’m still here

I’ve been working on my goals.

You know, the ones other than blogging more often. ;-)

In January, I didn’t buy any new clothes.

I went to Reunion Tower on my birthday, and it. was. awesome.

I read a book. (Didn’t quite make it to 4, but I’ll get there.) It was The Heavy by Dara-Lynn Weiss, and even though it wasn’t the best book ever, she brought up some interesting ideas. I’ll review it at some point…

I ran a 5k! For some reason, these are harder for me to do than half marathons, since it’s much easier to wake up on a Saturday morning, think about running three miles, and go right back to bed. At least when I’m doing a half marathon, I know I’m getting a medal at the end. (Full disclosure: there were donuts at the end of this 5k.)

I started a new address book. [This was greatly necessary. I have been texting my friends every time I needed their addresses. It's obviously time to become more efficient.]

I celebrated the ninth anniversary of Jason asking me to be his girl, and thanked my lucky stars that he’s put up with me for this long.

And…

I paid five times the required amount on my student loans for the month. WOAH NELLY.

So. It’s been a busy month. Here’s to hoping that February goes even better.

about those goals

I have four big goals for this year:

+ Move more

+ Read and write more

+ Spend less

bday card

The card my mom gave me for my birthday… does she know me well or what?!

+ Figure out my life (… piece of cake, right?)

The first should be easy enough… I’ve done the math, and if I cover an average of  2.7 miles a day, I can run 1000 miles over the course of the year. Not bad.

The second: if I read 4-5 books a month, I will read 52 books this year. I’m fairly certain I can cover the spread by reading only books in our apartment, but Jason also has a nifty new Nook that I can hijack for an afternoon. {Side-note: I miss school. I miss it badly… I would go back in a heartbeat if I knew what I wanted to study would make me lots of money.}

Third: duh. Everyone wants more money, and wants to spend less, right? It also couldn’t hurt to get paid more… (we’ll see about this.) My long-term money goal is to pay off my student loans and possibly a mortgage before I turn 30. Because that would be baller.

Lastly, the whole figuring-out-my-life deal.

Bah. This will likely remain a goal for many years (unless something drastically changes in the next few months). I have a better idea of what I want than I did a year ago, but I’m not entirely sure how to get into the fields that I’m interested in. At this point it’s a matter of matching my current skills with a company that would be willing to train me to do something brand new. In theory, this wouldn’t be too difficult to find, but I also want to make sure that I don’t spend the rest of my twenties hopping from job to job, getting trained in several ultra-specific fields.

Regardless, I’m working on my patience.

I’m excited for this year. I don’t have any illusions that this is going to be some magical, über-productive, find-my-calling kind of year… but looking back on 2012 made me realize that a lot of big changes can be made by doing something new, something little, every day.

the best birthday

Yesterday was the best birthday yet. I don’t think we’ll be able to top this one anytime in the near future, and maybe not ever.

That being said, it wasn’t just awesome because I got an iPad, or because we had dinner at Reunion Tower, or because my mom sent me money for that Kate Spade purse… It was awesome because it was such a stark contrast to last year.

Last year, we were still recovering from our move down here. Even though I had been working since the previous September, Jason had only worked a total of three weeks since leaving Wisconsin in the beginning of August. He started working at one place, but was offered his current job about two weeks in, and since he didn’t want to string the other place along, he quit at the first place mid-December.

That meant that when I ordered him the bar for Christmas, he was working, but quit shortly thereafter. It also meant that he didn’t buy me a Christmas present, which was a bummer, but only because he didn’t tell me that he wasn’t going to until Christmas Eve.

It also meant that he didn’t buy me a birthday present. I happen to take birthdays seriously, and was quite upset when I woke up on my birthday and he gave me a card. Do not misunderstand… I knew that we were low on money, and would have understood completely if he had taken some time to tell me that he wasn’t planning on getting me anything. BUT, prior to Christmas, (when we both had jobs) we had agreed to get each other something cool, and since I delivered on my end, I was disappointed to get nothing for both Christmas and my birthday. [Obviously, had I known what was coming this year, I would have taken my hurt feelings and stuffed them.]

We fought on my birthday- Jason felt bad about not getting me anything, and stressed about money, and I felt as though our move down here had been a big mistake. It was supposed to be a team effort, and I was holding up more than my end of the bargain, and felt like I was getting nothing in return. It didn’t help that I was headed back to a job where I had no future, and we were living in a tiny studio, and the previous couple of months of un- and under-employment had been wearing on us.

Ultimately, Jason went to Target and bought me a CD he knew I wanted, some K-cups, and a mini-bottle of maple syrup. Though these things were nice, I was still upset, mostly because I felt like our big adventure was turning out to be a bust. I had lost hope that things would turn out well for us.

Thanks babe.

Thanks babe.

Four days later, Jason started a new job, and things were finally on an upswing. We didn’t know it at the time, but we were headed for one of our most successful years to date.

EJV, I’m sorry I gave you such a hard time, and that I lost hope. I’m so glad that eventually, things worked out, and that they are so much better than we could have hoped for a year ago. Thank you for being in my life… You sticking around year after year is a much better present than anything Steve Jobs ever engineered.

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