Showing posts with label Off the Cuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Off the Cuff. Show all posts

Thursday, September 08, 2011

Gggrrrrrrr!!!!

I try really, really hard to be organized. I am not.

I have a desk sized calendar that I hang on the wall, it has plenty of room to write everything on.

I try to find a free or really cheap daytimer that fits in my purse and work very long and hard at not losing it and writing everything in it.

Nothing works.


Sometimes it is my fault.

Sometimes it is my family's fault.

I try not to lay blame on others and just move on.


This time, it is not my fault.


I broke down and spent $2 on a purse sized daytimer at one of those dollar stores. I don't know what came over me, it was a pretty bright green and the right size and I splurged.


I spent days writing in my daytimer, (thank goodness in pencil) planning, counting out rabbit gestation periods, egg hatching dates, birthdays, parent teacher meeting dates, etc, etc.


And then I saw it. In very tiny, very light print, the month of April 2012 said that Easter is on the 24th.


Wait, wasn't Easter on April 24th this year?

Look it up.

I'll wait for you.


Seriously, go look.


I'm still waiting.


Yes, yes it was. So what? ?. . . .


Soooo. . . April 24, 2012 is on a Tuesday. According to my daytimer, Easter this coming year is on a Tuesday.



Maybe this doesn't seem like much of a misprint to you, but I plan alot of bunny breeding around Easter's date. When I first saw this mistake, I just thought that Easter was just the Sunday before the 24th. I was in the van on a 10 hour trip, so there was no way for me to check, D's cell phone calendar didn't say when Easter was, so I just went ahead with the assumption that Easter was on the 22nd. After surviving a 10 hour ride with three kids, a flat tire, a very scary almost accident, I forgot to look Easter 2012 up on the computer when I got home.


Ok, maybe this is my fault.


At least I realized this all before I started breeding rabbits 2 weeks late, missing Easter.


I need an industrial sized eraser.


I am not buying it at the dollar store.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Epiphany



Every once in a while a person has an epiphany. I had one a couple of years ago when I realized that because I don't have enough garden space for all the tomatoes my family needs for the entire year, that is not a failure. If we use 100 tomatoes a year and only grow 50, that means we have to buy only 50, not 100.



That was a huge step for me, getting my head past the fact that I can't do something 100%, only 50%. (which is a failing grade on the school grading scale.) I had to look at it differently, seeing that I can cut out 50% of the tomatoes I have to buy at the store.




Now I came to another epiphany, courtesy of Leigh from 5 Acres & A Dream, here at




In a nutshell, Leigh says,
"For the homesteader, the questions about raising one's own food should be personal and ethical, not financial and economical. "




Wow.



Just read the article and you'll see what I mean.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Walk Score

In my attempts to find ways to save money, time, and sanity, I tend to surf the web alot. Found a funny site,

http://www.walkscore.com/how-it-works.shtml?&utm_medium=overlay_link&utm_campaign=widget1

This site tells you how "walkable" your home is, meaning, how close you live to life's amenities. The blog I originally found this on had a walking score of 77. I scared the dog awake when I laughed at my score of 11. For kicks, I typed in my childhood home. My mom always said we lived out in the boondocks, but really?? It got a score of 0 .

I do wonder the about this tho, because I can walk to the local store for groceries, but the upward trip back home with a heavy bag or two might be hard. And we are within walking distance of the bank, post office, and dr.'s office also. So I don't know what the site actually calculates, unless it bases the unknown fact that my husband has to drive 40 minutes to get to work. Oh! wait, it must calculate the distance from the nearest Walmart. Yeah, that's it. Life's "amenities."