Mar

3

By CinnamonOpus

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Categories: Everyday Life Stuff

Keep Yer Money, Lady

When things are good, they are really good:

  • The week began with the Olympic hockey gold. The week started on an optimistic note.
  • We have had above-zero weather, sunny and warmish, so I have taken That Baby out for a walk in the stroller in the mornings, and it has been WONDERFUL. Our first walks of the year! Not only do we get outside in the sunshine and fresh air, but I also get my exercise done for my 100 Day Challenge in the morning and that means any free time for the rest of the day is MINE. Plus, That Baby gets outside, which she loves to do. So everybody wins. (Do you KNOW what I did with my FREE TIME last night? I KNIT. AND I watched M*A*S*H. It was bliss on a sofa, I tell you what.)
  • Stinkerbelle has met a couple of kids on our street this week, and it has given her some playtime. Not much, but enough that she is playing with other kids and running around outside and having some fun. And that is important to me, because I want her to find some little friends.
  • We have been walking for about 90 minutes, which has equalled around 6 km. Sometimes, like today, it means we can also run an errand or two — and today it was a walk to the department store for some yarn. Where I got one big skien for half price since the wrapper was missing, and they also had bags of bulk skiens from the mill that was ON SALE. So HUZZAH!
  • I worked on getting Stinkerbelle back on nap schedule. Starting last Friday, she was napping for a full 1 1/2 to 2 hours everyday again (when we are at home, and not in the car). HUGE good thing for me.

But when they are bad, they kinda suck:

  • My car is going to need repairs. The fan belt is making a racket. And now, from the rumblings emitting from it on Monday, it sounds like it’ll need a new muffler or somesuch. And let’s not even mention the air conditioning, which STILL needs fixing.
  • Both Stinkerbelle and I started the week with some intestinal fiery death. ‘Nuff said.
  • I have come to the conclusion, from the continual headaches, that it’s time to bite the bullet and get a new prescription and some new glasses.
  • That Baby woke with a wail after 45 minutes of nap today. I am sad and crabby about this.

Meh. It is probably a good sign for me NOT to play the lottery this week.