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Name: Gwen (Vass) Nicodemus
Location: Broomfield, Colorado, United States

I do a lot of everything as I work, www.ShinyNewts.com, educate the kids, and clean up after ferrets.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Post holiday glee

My sister sent me a postcard that had a picture of a snowman with his head not attached. The card referred to the post holiday meltdown. It was funny, but I don’t get post-Christmas blues. For that matter, I don’t get pre-Christmas blues either.

Why?

I still like Christmas. I still like filling the house with baking smells, making Christmas dinner, and tracking Santa via NORAD.

However, I’m pretty cheap at Christmas time. I remember growing up with a mother that went nuts at Christmas time. She’d spend so much money, Dad would talk about hoping he could pay it off before the next Christmas. As a puppy, I didn’t even think it was fun getting all those presents because something seemed wrong.

So, I made a decision and talked my husband into it. We get the kids a couple of presents, Santa fills their stockings, and Santa gives them a gift to share. With the notable exception of Christmas food, Christmas costs about $200. (Okay, Leon and I get ourselves a present, but Christmas is just the excuse, not the reason. I mean, doesn’t every family need a 1.5T NAS?)

So far the kids haven’t squawked the “lack” of Christmas presents, and I don’t get mopey.

Now Birthdays… Birthdays are another story all together.

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Friday, November 30, 2007

Wrest the last charge

You know how two people can get together and start talking and other people don’t understand? Sometimes, when my husband gets together with my two sisters, they start speaking in some foreign language. It’s related to Saturday Night Live. I never watched the show. Apparently my sisters and my husband grew up with the show. They’ll say obscure things and break out into strange songs at the oddest times. And, I don’t think I’ll ever prepare broccoli in front of the three of them again. They’ll just get a can of corn instead.

Well, I missed out on the Saturday Night Live lingo, but my husband and I share some lingo that my sisters’ don’t know about. Both my husband and I played a lot of ASCII based games in high school and college. I played a lot of rogue, and he played a lot of Nethack. Conquer was another favorite of mine, and as silly as it was, I really liked worm. We still play games; although, our favorites are different. (We do play with each other, though.) My favorite is Settlers of Catan. Leon’s favorite is Kingdom of Loathing. When it comes to board games, we actually indoctrinated both sisters and their spouses into Ticket To Ride. Leon and I understand each other’s game vernacular.

Game vernacular sometimes invades everyday life. I mean, how often do you get meat and money confused? (Meat is the currency in Kingdom of Loathing.)

In NetHack, originally an ASCII-based Unix game, you battle monsters. You can pick up wands. You can use each wand a specific amount of times. Sometimes, you might get lucky and get an extra use out of a wand, and this is called “wresting the last charge.”

I was very amused the first time I saw my husband squeezing the toothpaste tube to get more toothpaste out. I had opened a new tube three days earlier, thinking the first one was way past empty. Leon managed to keep squeezing more toothpaste out of the tube, and to this day I have no idea how he manages that. Leon told me he was wresting the last charge from the toothpaste.

Wresting charges makes good sense, both environmentally and financially. Here are some other ways to wrest charges. What additional items do you have for me?

  • Laundry Soap/Color Bleach: After I’ve drained the container, I add a couple of capfuls of water and shake really hard. I can usually get one or two more loads.
  • Toothpaste: I still don’t know. I open the new one and Leon prides himself on how long he can go before using the new tube.
  • Lotion: When one bottle is “empty,” we take the top off of it and another lotion bottle. The “empty” one is then turned upside down and placed carefully on top of the non-empty lotion bottle. They stay like this overnight while gravity saves us money.
  • Fabric: I save even small scraps of fleece, because fleece doesn’t unravel. You’ll never know when you need a few square inches of orange fleece. I just used my scrap fleece last night as “ornaments” on my Christmas tree Advent calendar.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

Gazingas pings

A long time ago I read Your Money or Your Life: Transforming Your Relationship with Money and Achieving Financial Independence by Vicki Robins and Joe Dominguez. This is an excellent book that makes you think about what you really need, what’s important, and how to achieve Financial Independence (FI). I liked the book so much that I not only read the book again a few years later, but I incorporated much of it into my life and bought a few copies to give on hand to people who might be receptive to its teachings.

The book discusses the concept of the gazingas pin. Most people have gazingas pins. A gazingas pin is something you buy, collect, have a bunch of, and don’t actually need. (Maybe you need one, but not a collection.) What do you collect? Some people collect figurines, or pins, or socks, or can openers. My husband went through a stage where his gazingas pins were technical books and another stage of VHS tapes.

My gazingas pin is the purse. I have a basement full of purses and I can’t seem to stop myself from buying more. I don’t buy every purse I see. A purse has to meet a set of criteria for me to “need” it. Nevertheless, I have purchased many purses in my quest for the perfect purse, that purse that will be so awesome it will put a stop to my inane purchases.

We went to a birthday party today. On the way home I told my husband I wanted to go buy some shirts. I’m going to a conference in a few days and I didn’t have any appropriate clothes that fit and weren’t in style in the 80’s. We saw a Ross on the side of the road, and he let me go in and he stayed in the car, reading a book, with the sleeping kids.

I was in there a long time. It took me probably about an hour to try on 16 different things and walk out with a giant shopping bag.

My husband saw the purse immediately. (Ross has a lot of purses.)

He said, “That’s cute.”

Did I pick a winner or what?

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