Money Comes In, Money Goes Out

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Jun 182012
 

Plus: We’re in the process of refinancing our mortgage. Taking advantage of the current low interest rates being offered, we can now roll both our mortgages into one and still pay several hundred dollars less each month.

Minus: The Artist needs his wisdom teeth removed. All four of ’em. We have no dental insurance.

Two steps forward, one step back…

Work-wise, things are slow. No taxes are due, so people are being… leisurely about getting their information to us. We’ve also lost a few clients, which further reduces our available work. The boss has asked us not to work more than 35 hours per week until fall, when things should start getting busy again.

At least, as we scrounge for work to do, I can feel reasonably secure in my job. My supervisor is the only other full-fledged accountant on staff, so she’s in a pretty good position to influence the matter—and she’s outright told me that if we have to let someone go because there’s not enough work, she doesn’t want it to be me. We have our little system going now, it’s working well for us, and she likes it that way.

Still, I’m keeping my eyes open. I like my workplace, I love the people I work with, but the work itself is a little limiting. I’d like to either get a job as a full-charge bookkeeper—working with the whole picture instead of just a little piece of it—or else something in a bigger company with room for advancement. This job is a good starting point but there’s really nowhere I can go from here.

I’m figuring I’ll probably be here another year, to get some solid experience on the resume, and then start looking seriously for something else.

It doesn’t seem prudent to mention this plan to my co-workers.

 Posted by at 7:15 pm

Maybe I’m Not Such A Bad Mother

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Jun 032012
 

I’ve been farting around on the intertubez this afternoon, which can often lead one down unpredictable link-paths. An hour after you start reading articles on tidying up all the cables behind your desk, you find yourself deep into a psychological study of narcissistic mothers. How did I find myself here? Even my browsing history doesn’t explain the connection, because I tend to keep a lot of tabs open at once.

But wow. Just, wow.

I sometimes feel like I should have been a better parent. I’m not a very nurturing person. I should have been more patient. Sometimes I would yell at the kids when I was really angry at their father, or myself, or some random asshole I encountered during my day.

But compared to the mothers in that article, I’m the best damn mom in the world. They can’t be aware of what they’re doing, can they? I mean, if they were actually aware, they’d try to change their behavior, right?

Right?

Faith in humanity = waning. Going to look at pictures of kittens.

Going Down Again

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Jun 032012
 

Last year, when I started following the paleo diet, I had an immediate improvement in my health issues. As a bonus, I also lost some weight. At one point I’d gotten below 140, which I haven’t been since my first pregnancy.

Over the holidays I started eating foods that weren’t that healthy—ice cream, chocolate, french fries. I still avoided grains (one experiment was enough to convince me that yes, they really were the cause of my health problems), but I was slipping on the sugar and other starches. As a result, my weight started creeping up again.

So I’ve gotten stricter about my carb intake. I had to; my pants were getting snug and I’ve thrown out all my fat pants. I’ve been experimenting to see just how strict I have to be to lose weight; turns out I have to be pretty strict. More than twenty or thirty carbs a day, and I stop losing; more than a hundred or so, and I start going up.

So now I know, and my weight is going down again. I anticipate in a couple of months I’ll be under 140 again. It’s a bit of work, but weight aside I feel a lot better when I keep the carbs to a minimum.

Although once I reach 140 again I may have a milkshake.

Bear