Many people have asked how it is that I can travel so cheaply…you know, besides the obvious of the free flight perks my job allows me. If you have been reading here awhile you know that it helps that I am more frugal than most, but I also take a fare amount of time to prepare for my trips in advance. Here are some tips I have learned over the years to get the most bang for my buck while globetrotting this big round orb…
As an avid traveler (both on the job and off), one of the largest expenses while on the road is…wait for it…
This is it – the big weekend of Hallows Eve. With Halloween being on a weekday, most parties will be taking place this weekend. For those of you last-minute costume people, I took to Pinterest to find some great frugal ideas for your costuming delight.
Obviously, money related first…Parents, you can be bandits and make your kid the loot!
After last weekends heavy topics for posts (9/11 and Suicide), I took a few days off writing to reflect and gather my thoughts. I’ve also spent some time commenting on others posts. Commenting is one of my favorite parts of blogging because it makes the whole process seem so much more interactive than when I am writing and it’s all about me, me, me. I love the interaction when we are able to comment back and forth.
So thanks to my fellow FI bloggers, this week I have been mulling over a few thoughts. Here are the top three that got me thinkin’…and drinkin’…
Can you believe Friday is here already?! The weekend has crept up and I’m still reeling (and weeping 😦 ) from my unexpected expense of the week. Turns out having Muffy dying did not make it into the forecasted car budget for the year. Someone once said to budget $50 a month to unexpected car repairs…this year the 01 Honda got new breaks, a new radiator, and now a new muffler. I’m no mechanic but I think that $50 was a gross understatement in terms of budgeting…then again, I heard it over 10 years ago and my car is rounding out her 16th year. Well, I just did a quick google search – apparently the new rule (probably not so new) is to budget $100 a month for car repairs. Huh. Don’t worry – the doctor mechanic assures me going forward she is fit as a fiddle. Yeah, right…
Anywho, this weeks spending fiasco has led me to want to shine the spotlight on the flip side of the coin. The saving side. I would like to start a weekly series showcasing my (and yours!) frugal tips from the week. What I saved, how I saved, and any kind of household updates that help to contribute to our financial bottom line. I hope you will join me in posting your own frugal wins in the comments section so we can all help each other out.
This week, Frugal Friday is focusing on food.
Despite that tiny car repair issue, I saved major dough on meals. Not my dough – but dough none the less. You see, my BF and I are at the delicate stage of expanding our relationship and the responsibilities that go along with that. He has kids. And not any kid of kids – TEENAGE BOY kind of kids (ages 13 and 15). Yikes! This situation is not entirely new to me – I nannied for a family of two boys for 7 years – but they weren’t teens. There’s a whole set of rules that go along with teenagers.
Don’t ask them direct questions – they shut down (true for all teens not just boys).
Don’t expect them to understand the full cycle of “cleaning up”. Getting dishes close to the sink or garbage near the trash can is close enough.
The toilet seat now belongs in the up position. If it is down, it deserves to get peed on. Pay no mind to the fact that they too have to sit while doing certain “functions”.
Never, ever, ask the about girls.
Never try to use slang terms like “On Fleak”. We just aren’t cool enough.
On this edition of “Questions Not to Ask on a 22 Floor Elevator Ride” we go straight to the man on 23 who just couldn’t help himself….
Still one of the best movie scenes of all time!
Though Mr. 23 kept his question PG – the moment we stepped onto the elevator I knew it was coming. He couldn’t help look at the box in my hands which, I will add, was clearly marked air filters. I’m not sure what he thought might be in there but the tone in which he asked seemed a bit devious…like I was planning some kind of slumber party with hair braiding and pillow fights and he was hoping for an invite. Anywho, here we were at ground zero, with the elevator doors slowly closing, about to make our way to the top of the building… Mr. 23 – With a smirk that raised the corner of one side of his mouth he asks, “Whats in the box??” Me – “My wedding dress.” Simply stated. Mr. 23 – “Ohhhh” Spoken in a way he which was clear to me he didn’t know what to say as a follow-up. Me – I eased his pain by replying, ” Yes. I sold it on E bay. I figured I wasn’t going to wear it again so why not let someone else?” Mr. 23 – Still staring while searching for his next words… Me – “Funny how the remnants of one day can fit into one square foot box” I said quite matter of factly. Mr. 23 – Now wishing to God he had never asked and silently cursing the remaining floors until he could get off the elevator.
It’s funny – in that moment I had absolutely no feelings about selling my dress beyond; 1. Relief that it would no longer take up space in my closet, and 2. Joy that I would be $100 richer. It wasn’t until seeing Mr. 23’s somber reaction that I thought about the emotional implications of what I had done…I had broken a tie that led me to that day. But the day still exists in my memory…so why do we need the physical reminder? Continue reading “What’s in the Box? Saying Goodbye to Things to Make Room for New Experiences”→