Julia's Day 72: In which I review the last few months

HOLY POOP, IT'S THE LAST DAY.

Julia's Day 71: In which total upheaval causes me to succeed

It took moving nearly 3,000 miles to do it, but the family does, in fact, now live closer to work. Huzzah!

Julia's Day 70: In which the baby makes things super easy

I got really good at leaving space around things in my day when Miss K decided to be pretty much the most schedule resistant human in space. Kinda like her daddy, come to think of it.

Julia's Day 69: In which I vehemently protest

I perceive inherent flaws in minimalist zen to done that make me want to run in the other direction. AND SO I SAY NO!

Julia's Day 68: in which I am pretty sure I am getting senioritis

I could actually go on at length about why I prefer packing light, my personal strategy to make it work, how to pack light even when you are facing a long flight with a squirmy toddler, etc. But I really just don't want to, and we only have a few days left, so nyeah.

Julia's Day 67: In which I trail off

Yeah, not especially financially complicated here, even with the whole currently-carrying-two-mortgages thing.

Julia's Day 66: In which I don't really budget

To be fair, it's hard to budget when you're still in the middle of moving. We don't even know what our take-home income will be yet, since taxes/benefits-related expenses are always a bit of a wildcard. Sigh.

If nothing else, I do have an account with Mint.com now.

Julia's Day 65: In which I lament my lack of marketable skills

It's okay, even if a comprehensive book on miscarriage wouldn't sell, I can always fall back on the hope that people will just spontaneously throw money at me for being awesome.

Julia's Day 64: In which I discuss falling off the inbox zero wagon

It's not that I particularly enjoy my cluttered inbox, but rather that I am afraid I'll accidentally delete something important related to the move.

Julia's Day 63: In which I reveal the contents of my diaper bag

Considering that I move through the universe in the company of a not-yet-potty-trained toddler, I actually carry very little.

Julia's Day 62: In which I admit that I want to put plants in pots

I have crazy, secret plans for a container garden once we move into the new house. I think, maybe, since it doesn't get too awfully cold here, I might even still be able to maneuver some vegetables - maybe kale and broccoli. Awesome!

Julia's Day 61: In which I opt out for reasons of keeping my RSS feed simple

It's not that I don't like the unclutterer bog. It just doesn't fit at all with how I use my RSS feed!

Julia's Day 60: I totally have this RSS thing in the bag

For me, handling my RSS feeds is all about treating it like a newspaper and not like email - if I don't feel an absurd need to read every single post, then it doesn't bother me to mark unviewed things as read when I miss a few days. As a result, I have very little guilt or stress associated with my feeds. Hooray!

Julia's Day 59: In which I admit to pretending to be a dinosaur

Look, I just find great joy in being goofy to entertain my kid, all right? And so what if that means that each day, at some point, I will end up hopping around pretending to be a bunny in public?!

Julia's Day 58: Nope.

Look, I'm all for cheap schilling, but I have enough to read already.

Julia's day 57: In which I lament the untimely death of my couch

Focusing on quality over quantity is funny when it comes to spending. You might spend more initially, but you end up spending less over the long run because you don't have to replace things as often. True story!

Julia's Day 56: In which I briefly discuss my reading habits

I'm perpetually behind on my reading list. I suppose it might be one of those things I will regret on my death bed, never finishing Moby Dick or what-have-you.

Julia's Day 55: Leo has funny ideas about "nothing"

I consider myself a bit of an epicure, and the idea of treating a fine meal as doing nothing bothers me. A lot.

Julia's Day 54: In which I grow increasingly suspicious of Leo

Look, all I am saying is that the dude has six kids and is implying that every morning he finds a quiet, secluded spot in which to write, uninterrupted, and then give himself a congratulatory coffee or vegan bagel or whatever. I'm just wondering whether his wife enjoys the same luxury!

Julia's Day 53: In which I once again whine that I have no time

In spite of the whining, I actually have a pretty consistent set of morning and evening rituals, one of which involves taking a bath, and the other of which involves visiting a shih-tzu.