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Friday, February 21, 2014

A Person Not Quite Ready to Have Kids

I have a lot of things I need to do today. I have learned that when a blog topic strikes you, you really just have to go for it or you'll forget all about it and find yourself saying things like "I wish I blogged more but..."
I have a crazy to do list thanks to that 4 day weekend where I turned everything "off" (totally worth it). I was in my office going through the list and I don't know why but I got up to get something. I walked past the kitchen and I see Pistol in the floor eating some slab of meat or something. WHAT IS THAT? WHERE DID HE GET IT?? IS HE GOING TO TRY TO GROWL AT ME IF I TAKE IT AWAY??
Upon closer inspection, his arm was bleeding and he was licking it. My heart stopped. I went to pick him up and check him out and I couldn't figure out the source or cause. I called Matt and told him I was going to take him to the vet. Matt asked me if he would let me touch it and if I could tell what happened. Pistol wasn't acting funny or resistant to let me hold him so I decided to see if I could clean him up myself. With my brand new running clothes on I put him and myself in the bath to gently rinse him off. He didn't show any signs of hurt and patiently let me clean him off. Then I dried him off and checked him out and he wasn't bleeding any more. I took him off the counter and he immediately proceeds to play what we call "crazy dog" where he runs around like a maniac after he has gotten wet. I think he is fine. To just be sure I am keeping him with my in my office to keep an eye on him.

He is so dramatic. He acts like he is in puppy jail.

What struck me in this situation was my immediate instinct to react. I dropped everything. I didn't care about my clothes (that much). I was ready to jump in the car and I was trying to think of where my nearest shoes were. I figured the vet bill was going to be a little out of control, but I didn't care. For me, Pistol is my kid. No I am not comparing having children to having a dog, I know it is different. However, our approach to dog parenting Pistol is a smaller version of how I believe we will parent our actual kids. 

When Lisa (Matt's mom) wanted to buy Matt a puppy for Christmas, I was really apprehensive. We were going to get married about 6 months later and I knew how much responsibility a dog was going to be. I also knew that we intended to travel frequently and that would add another dimension to that travel that I wasn't sure I really wanted to deal with. After a lot of discussion, I finally gave my blessing. We went to pick him out after a three hour drive to  Talahina Oklahoma and knew which one was going to be ours. 


When I was growing up we really didn't treat our pets as family members, we treated them as pets. Pistol is a whole different animal for me (pun intended). I play with Pistol every single day. I genuinely believe the 2 minutes every morning that we cuddle is going to add years to my life. 




Matt might not appreciate me for this one, but seriously, doesn't this just melt your heart?



His mannerisms are hilarious to me. I genuinely care about his happiness. I also care about his behavior and address misbehavior immediately so he will learn. He does things all the time that make me think about parenthood. He wakes up in the middle of the night for no reason and barks like crazy. He eats things he shouldn't and has cost us over a thousand dollars in vet bills and xrays. He can no longer have toys that have stuffing. I personally test the durability of toys before I am willing to purchase them. Weak stitching? No thanks.


We even include him in holiday celebrations--including his birthday. 


So by now I hope I have convinced you that for me, Pistol is my kid. I love him so much and I think he has in many ways helped ease me into the idea of having kids. 

The thought of having kids as a very abstract concept sounds like tons of fun. 

I cannot tell you how much I could love this little human. Obviously these are pictures of Matt as a little guy but they melt my heart. I want my kid to look exactly the same and also be hilarious. Matt is already really funny with so many of his mannerisms that I can only imagine how much fun a little version of him would be. Look at this kid!




As much as I am looking forward to hanging out with a little Matt (hopefully little Matt--a little Shanna... whew, I don't know about that) I am also really nervous. There's really no going back and your life is dedicated to another human being FOREVER. That's heavy. We don't really have the time for that right now and we still have some things we want to do before we are so responsible for another human.

I also have to say that social media really doesn't help the situation either. It seems like the range of posts from parents (typically) goes from too wonderful to be reality to too awful to consider. So many people seem to find value in a daily post of how little sleep they got the night before. It doesn't sound very nice, but there's a lot of people who post things that make it look like being a parent isn't something they asked for. I know that people need an outlet for their stress and want to be heard and I get that and try to consider it when I go through my newsfeed. I resent the notion that I don't "get" that parenting is hard because I'm not a parent. Actually, I totally get it, which is why I have chosen to delay the joy of having an adorable little Matt running around here. I personally am not ready for the responsibility. I give parents so much credit. I wish we had more of a sense of community so people could feel like if they were overwhelmed they could reach out and ask me to take their kid of a few hours while they do what they need to do. I would LOVE it! I love kids!

And to stay on the social media topic, there's a few things we need to talk about from the perspective of an outsider looking in.
First- Moms- you need to get off your own back. I don't think anyone is criticizing you as  much as you criticize yourself. From my perspective about 90% of the moms I know out there are genuinely doing their best. Who is anyone to ask you for more than your best? If you truly love your kids, then everything else is details.
Second- Quit shaming each other for personal decisions. Stay at home mom? If you have the resources to do that and are happy in that setting, then cool. Good for you! Do what makes you happy. If you want to work and get fulfillment out of working and feel like the quality time you spend with your kids when you get home is what you need to be a good parent, then good for you too. Also, if you need to work to supplement your family's income so you can provide your kids with what they need, I don't think you should even begin to offer an apology and should tell anyone who has comments about that to kiss it. I recently had a conversation with a woman whom I deeply respect as a professional. I honestly have no clue how she gets everything done and she has a small child. It blows my mind. I have tried to mentally calculate how many minutes are in her day to make it all work and I still haven't figured it out. She told me about people making comments on having a nanny for 20 hours a week. WHAT? How dare someone say something to a person who has accomplished leaps and bounds more than the majority of us could ever hope to. I mean, the audacity of some people. I was also told once that once you have kids it's just easier to be friends that either do or don't breast feed because the pressure from the opposing group is just too much. Now I need to separate my friends on how I feed my baby? A circumstance that nature may or may not give me an option? You're kidding. This is a thing? This isn't going to go over well. I could lose my mind having this conversation even in a hypothetical sense.
Third- I have held the opinion for a long time that the worst thing I think you can tell someone is how to parent their child. We bring a whole heap of individual experiences to the table when we apply our parenting method. There are a lot of academic debates out there on the best approach to parenting. However, when I am making decisions about my child I wont be consulting academic journals. I will be consulting exactly one person and that person will be my husband. I genuinely will not care about what anyone else thinks and if I want advice, I am humble enough to ask for it. I could see myself getting downright hostile to someone telling me how to care for the single most important individual on this planet to me. This also applies to social media. If you want to have conversations in your living room about approaches to parenting which includes interactive discourse, then that's an appropriate setting. Blasting your worthless opinions on Facebook or other social media is just that, worthless. Now to be fair, I do take some opinions on my blog. However, people self select to read my blog (and geez this thing can get long sometimes) and aren't subject to my opinions on real issues as a bystander of the newsfeed. I never intend to give parenting rules on my blog even after I have kids because my parenting approaches will be unique to me. I will only ever know how to do the best I can for my situation.

Essentially, I'm still not ready to have kids. I really just want to hang out with Matt and Pistol for a while now that I am finally home. I am happy to be able to do just about whatever I want at the drop of a hat if I am willing to work late hours to catch up on what I put aside. I want to just "be" for a while and work on improving myself before I need to put my own needs aside for someone else's. Maybe when I have kids I'll just need to get off social media all together so I wont be irritated all the time. Parenting is rough and takes so much giving and I know that because I know some truly wonderful parents. Many of which probably feel really insecure about parenting because there's a lot of pressure and everyone seems to think they merit an opinion.

My friend Amanda has a blog where she shares her parenting adventures in an honest setting contributing to her goal of an initiative she is pursuing: "“You’re Not Alone” is a campaign I’d like to start to increase sense of community and demolish the isolation that comes with feeling you are the only one going through something…I can assure you, you’re not the only one."

These are the sorts of approaches parents need to take. They need to build each other up rather than cut them down. We are responsible as a collective group to produce a generation better than the last and we should invest in our children the best way we can, and still find value and joy in our own lives while we're at it.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

A Story of Husband Listening

Early last fall I made up my mind that after the year that 2013 was and upon completing my comprehensive exams, whether I passed or not, I was going to hit the mountains for a weekend and just get away. I was going to take a few days to myself ( with my husband of course). I spent so much of 2013 being "on" that I needed something to look forward to where I could turn everything "off" and give my undivided attention to my husband and enjoy doing one of my very most favorite things to do.

I told Matt over and over that I intended to go on this trip but I didn't think he was taking me very seriously. I knew he wasn't really interested in skiing but I was and I thought he could give it a shot anyway for my benefit because I worked my little behind off for the last year and all I wanted was to go skiing. I still didn't think he was taking me very seriously.

Well Christmas rolled around and I hadn't gotten to booking the trip yet but I knew that I needed to or the season was going to get away from us and then another year would go by without me hitting the slopes and I would be a sad girl. I opened one of my Christmas presents and in the box was a ski jacket. And at the bottom was an itinerary for an upcoming trip skiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited AND impressed because my husband is a very smart individual. First, he totally got credit for an awesome Christmas present for something we were going to do anyway. Full credit all the way. He listened. He took initiative. He SURPRISED me (I am rarely surprised). AND, he booked the trip for February 14-17. This had nothing to do with Valentines Day, but he had the Friday off from work and the Monday due to President's day so he didn't have to take any vacation, but he STILL got Valentine's Day credit. What a smarty pants.

Fortunately Southwest has a direct flight to Denver so it was a quick trip over so we wouldn't lose a day of our long weekend traveling.


 To celebrate the holiday I got a cute little donut from Dunkin' Donuts. We grabbed a shuttle to Breckenridge since it's a pretty walking friendly town and we saved money by not renting a car.


We had the cutest tiny little ski in/ski out condo. 


And it had a MURPHY BED! Tell me you haven't always since childhood wanted to sleep on a Murphy bed?? It was actually really comfortable too. 


And if you know Matt and I at all, you know that our first stop was the Breckenridge Brewery.


And while everyone was posting about their flowers, I was enjoying a moderately priced bottle of wine and chocolates from the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. Shanna for the win!


We sat at the bar at a restaurant called the "Whale's Tale." We had buffalo calamari. What a great idea. It wasn't the most romantic Valentine's Day dinner but I looked over at Matt and told him there wasn't anywhere else I would rather be. Ever since our first Valentine's Day when he bought me a counterfeit North Face jacket of Ebay that had to be returned because the sizes were crazy (and embarrassingly WAY TOO SMALL) we haven't really been big on Valentine's day. Remember, the dates of this trip were coincidence. 


 We had a Moscow Mule that the restaurant seemed to be famous for I guess due to the copper cups. Turns out neither of is a fan of ginger beer but when in... Breckenridge...

 I'd like to point out these mittens that I wore all weekend that my Grandy made. Way to go Grandy! I appreciate you even if I don't call often enough!

 The next morning I was SO Excited to get on the slopes. Here's my snow bunny attire. It had been 8 years since I had skied to I figured if I wasn't going to be any good, at least I could look good under my 18 layers while I was at it.

After paying a ridiculous fee for the ski lift (I mean, c'mon...) I gave Matt some lessons. Danielle and I had taken lessons back when we first started skiing and  we got bored and quit so I decided just to teach Matt myself. Plus I didn't think we should pay even more money after the crazy lift fees. 

So after practicing the putting on the skis, learning the pizza maneuver, and going down a few what seemed like 1 degree inclines we went on the little bunny lift where you put the pole between your legs and it drags you (I can't think of a more eloquent way to describe this).


It turns out, Matt isn't a skier. 


But he tried. He just didn't like it. 


So I did some runs by myself. I discovered that since I'm still in my 20s and able, skiing was sort of like riding a bike. It came pretty natural to me again. Plus, I don't spend a lot of time on slopes that require me to stare death in the face. 


After about 6 hours we were spent (Matt had already resolved he was done and started the beer drinking at the bottom). We had some pizza and went to a bar where I found a Stoney LaRue sticker. My kind of place!!


Day 2. More skiing attire. 
Now that Matt has seen what skiing is all about, he's going to love it. 


False. 


We did take a fun risk-free gondola ride. Isn't he handsome with is beard? 

And then I spent the rest of the date skiing by myself. I really wish Matt would have enjoyed it so we could do it together, but I had fun anyway. The slopes were GREAT. Gosh I love skiing. 



We found another bar and hung out before dinner. Matt was telling me that he didn't understand why I wasn't more of an athlete in high school because I have good reflexes and hand eye coordination. I told him about how I just wasn't that interested and wasn't dedicated enough to any one sport to ever be very good. I also didn't develop an enjoyment for running until graduate school. I told him a story about how despite not being very athletic the only sport I ever actually quit in my life was basketball. I did not even begin to understand the rules. My coach put me in for one game. My teammate threw me the ball from the side. I caught it. Looked up and said, "Now what?" I realized then that despite being a decent free throw shooter, the whole pressure of the "rules" was too much for me. Then I schooled Matt at an arcade free-throw game. 


On one of our bus rides we discovered an opportunity for a "starlight dinner" where they took you on a sled up the mountain to a restaurant where the ski lift operates during the day. It sounded like a one of a kind experience so we went for it. 
It snowed so much! Isn't Matt handsome?

 We had a really nice time just visiting and enjoying a bottle of wine. This was also the most expensive meal I have ever eaten in my life. I also learned that I don't like rack of lamb. All in all it was a fun experience and we will just have to justify it by calling it a 2013 + passing comps + Matt's good review at work celebration dinner.


The next day we were set to leave but had some time to enjoy town. We went to Crepes A La Cart which was a pretty touristy thing to do, but was also really delicious. Now I want to make crepes. Who wants to come over and be my guinea pig? Any takers??



We wandered around and picked up a few souvenirs. I wanted to get a picture of us with the mountains in the back ground. An important part of the trip for me was when I took the time to look around at the beautiful and majestic scenery and thank God for all of the blessings of the last year. It was a tough year and a big year but we came out on top after a lot of prayer. I was grateful to be able to see such sights. I was grateful for the thrill of skiing. I was grateful for a husband who would take me to do such a thing even when he didn't have any interest in the sport. I was grateful for being able to take four days off and ignore work and just be. 

 We grabbed the shuttle back to the airport. We were pretty wiped out so we listened to music and just hung out before our plane. Matt looks annoyed but he really just wasn't paying attention and I just thought he looked really handsome with his beard.



Monday, February 10, 2014

As a Student of Both Schools



I have been out of town the last few days (which reminds me of the not so good 'ol days where I traveled all the time--next time Matt comes with me...). I was invited to help with odds and ends at a Climate Science workshop in Dallas at the Trinity River Audubon Center. It was a really neat location (you can learn more here).  I was excited to go because some of the speakers were people that I reference in the work that I do. It was like an opportunity to meet academic celebrities! 
On Wednesday I headed to the Big D. 

Then I was asked to make name tags. It was funny to me just because I had just found out I passed the comprehensive exams and the first thing I am asked to do professionally is hang out at Fed Ex and format and print name tags. When a Nobel Prize winner asks you to do something, you do it. 



Somehow they got a ridiculous rate at The Adolphus Hotel in downtown Dallas. It was so nice I had to take a picture before I messed it up. 

So I did all of the workshop stuff for a day and a half and then headed to Lubbock. I knew that OSU was playing TTU and I also needed to tie up some loose ends. Siva was also back and this time Yamuna was with him so I was really excited to meet her. 

We went to dinner and it was like we were old friends. I had such a nice time. I have no idea how I didn't get a picture. What I did get a picture of was myself in the Saree they had made for me while they were home in India. 



Event after re-watching the same YouTube video over and over, I ultimately realized that this is a difficult garment to put on. That's my best effort. 

I worked in the lab for a few hours and then I went to see Kristina and her new baby Finn. I also some how did not get a picture of it. He was absolutely adorable though.

I had some time to kill and I was really hungry so I stopped at Double Dave's. Matt and I used to love eating there when we lived in Midland. I also had a nice Texas beer because it felt like the right thing to do.

Siva and I went to a RecycleMania event they were having on campus. I also was given a couple of pretty good tickets to the basketball game by the manager of recycling at TTU. That was a really fortunate outcome because I had no idea the game was sold out and I really didn't want to pay much for a ticket. 



 I also met my advisor for the beer he promised me upon the completion of comps. He's a Texas dude. Forgive him.


Siva came with me to the game. Yamuna wasn't feeling well so she didn't get to come, but hopefully got some good rest while we were gone.  

I had heard that TTU had sold out the game (first time since 2007) which made me a little nervous based on the last few games OSU had played. This picture does not represent it well (about 10 minutes before the game) but they did have a really good turnout. There were plenty of seats still empty which makes me wonder what determines "sold out" but overall it was impressive. Especially because Matt and I went to the OSU vs TTU game last year and it was not impressive in the least. 


They were also very excited about the game. The student section was full. They had some cool streamers come from the ceiling. They had a really cool half time show of magic. They even had fire. 


Now let's talk about the game and TTU sports in general. I wore a black top (which was okay since it was a "blackout" game) and an orange skirt. When I sat down I watched the girl in the next seat roll her eyes. Honestly, I didn't even blame her. It's annoying to sit next to someone from the opposing team. I politely cheered for OSU but also kept it to a minimum because I didn't want to be that annoying fan. While I do enjoy Texas Tech and the majority of people I interact with there, I just can't get myself to have any attachment to their sports program. Here is a few reasons:
First, I cannot detach myself from my love for OSU and I wouldn't understand anyone that could switch their allegiance from their Alma Mater to their graduate school. I don't have criticisms of those people, but I cannot fathom my brain ever making that switch. The majority of my friends are OSU people. My brother is currently a student so I have good reason to visit frequently. We buy season tickets to games. We're invested in a bunch of ways and it's just "my school." 
Second, I am not a fan of TTU sports fans, especially students. They have a chant that makes "We're gonna beat the hell out of you" sound like a nursery rhyme, especially in terms of profanities. They're extremely aggressive and it makes me uncomfortable. I even felt that way when I went to the TTU vs TCU football game. 
Third, I have a natural anti-TTU sports mentality because we are in fact in the same conference so we are in fact competitors. Their gain actually is our loss and since I'm so invested in OSU I want to protect that investment (not that my feelings or investment have a true impact in the grand scheme of things in any real way). 

When I was at the game in orange I did feel awkward because I was just waiting for someone to say something to me. I was a little bit nervous about my car in the parking lot with the OSU emblems, even though there's a Double T on my car too. When Marcus got the technical, I actually didn't see it and thought that TTU had gotten the technical because they were told over the announcement to stop throwing paper on the floor when it was essentially imminent that they had won. I was really confused why that guy in the white jersey was shooting. I didn't know anything about the Smart/Orr incident until Matt told me about it later. 
Everyone is unanimous that Smart shouldn't have behaved that way. Everyone. Even him. Travis Ford maybe said it 100 times yesterday (GAH his press conference COULD NOT have looked more rehearsed). But, I wish they would post pictures of Jeff Orr all over ESPN and shame that behavior. Fans get completely out of hand and it's ridiculous. When we were sitting in the stands there was some guy two rows back who wasn't wearing orange but decided he was the new OSU coach and would NOT SHUT UP the entire game. DEFENSE DEFENSE DEFENSE!! REVERSE REVERSE!! ON POINT ON POINT! I was super annoyed. I looked to the people behind me and said "On behalf of Oklahoma State University, I would like to apologize." They smiled in a way that said "yeah, this guy is a little much."

Now someone reading this is likely saying "But Shanna I went to OSU one time a very long time ago and someone did whatever and I didn't think it was right." You're right. I have heard that story maybe three times ever. OSU does not amongst practical people have a reputation for being an aggressive school when it comes to sports ESPECIALLY if we are talking about all games except Bedlam. Schools that are particularly aggressive need to take action. They need to have celebrities from the institution put up a video and tell them to cut it out. Jeff Orr is a grown man with a reputation for harassing young athletes and that's unacceptable. It was honestly only a matter of time before that happened to him; I just HATE that it was one of our players because it makes us and him look awful. I don't believe in physical aggression (or a lack of sportsmanship) at all but I also don't believe in allowing fans to conduct themselves that way. The school should have stepped in a long time ago.  He makes me think of Preacher Bob just looking for a law suit. 

As far as education goes and the opportunities afforded to me by each institution I am incredibly proud. On neither side of the coin was I a proud individual on Saturday night. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. The loss the game wasn't that big of a deal to me, but the loss of dignity no matter how I looked at it was. 


 




Tuesday, February 4, 2014

In Case You Were Curious....

I just found out that I passed my comprehensive exams in both fields!!!!
That was the most difficult academic challenge that I have ever completed.
I feel such a sense of relief.
Thank you so much if you prayed for me or thought of me.
I am now a Doctoral Candidate.
I am so excited I am having a hard time forming sentences.
Yay.

Monday, February 3, 2014

They Didn't Speak the Language

During the Super Bowl Coca-Cola put out a commercial (that you can watch here) where the song America the Beautiful was played in several languages (including English). I was sitting there blogging, pretty uninterested in the game but this one caught my attention. I thought it was pretty cool and a neat approach considering the melting pot of cultures that are in this country. America the Beautiful is also probably my most favorite patriotic song. It makes me think of the Sandlot and no one can really sing it like Ray Charles.
I didn't really think much more about it as I was blogging and anticipating that adorable Budweiser commercial with the puppy and the Clydesdale (you can watch it here).  Then I got on Facebook and my attention was grabbed. People were genuinely pissed that America the Beautiful was in a combination of languages, which meant that they weren't all English. How is it that the same people can argue "How dare other cultures NOT love AMERICA!" and then last night it seemed like they were saying "How dare other cultures love AMERICA!" What? If you don't speak English you can't love America?
And who says to be in America you have to speak English? Who made this rule? This has me thinking about two stories of the language barrier that have influenced my life in very powerful ways, and certainly shapes my position on this topic.

Story 1: The Tale of Maria

When I was getting my Master's at OSU I worked at OSU-Tulsa in the speech-language and hearing clinic. Early on at my job I met Maria. Maria was the housekeeper for the floor that we were on. Poor Maria had a terrible time in our office because sometimes she needed to communicate about an issue and the people that had worked there thus far weren't getting anywhere. She could say basic terms, but sometimes issues fell outside of her English knowledge. Well I had just graduated and had completed a minor in Spanish. I was rusty but I knew enough that we could get by. I don't think I will ever forget her face, that look of gratitude when she realized that I could talk to her. Over time Maria and I became friends. She helped me improve my Spanish with extreme patience. She invited Christen (a friend of mine and a student in the clinic) to what I called "Mexican Thanksgiving" which was an awesome lunch all of the housekeepers put together for Thanksgiving. To be clear, "Mexican Thanksgiving" is not a racist misnomer. Everyone that hosted the party was indeed from Mexico and they made traditional authentic Mexican dishes for the meal that were to die for. I later learned that very few people get invited to this event but everyone in the building wishes they could.
That year for Christmas I made Maria a card and wrote a long note all in [less than awesome] Spanish and I made her a gift pack from Bath & Body Works . She had told me a few weeks prior that her family couldn't afford to buy Christmas presents that year. She made me home made tamales as a gift to me. They were delicious.
After two years it was time for me to put in my notice. I was graduating in two days and then getting married two weeks later. On my last day she came by holding a big box. As a wedding gift she had bought us a griddle which was extremely moving because I knew she didn't have the extra money to do such a thing, and it was just so damn thoughtful. Several people I have known for years didn't give us so much as a greeting card of "congratulations" and this beautiful woman found it in her heart to bestow so much generosity on us. My supervisor didn't even say "thanks for two years, best wishes"--she never even acknowledged that I was graduating and getting married.  Maria and I had a very heartfelt goodbye, she gave me a kiss on the cheek, and she told me that she loved me. I will never forget about Maria. I have no idea what brought her to the States, which I am pretty sure occurred much later in her life and took her away from the place she had for so long called home.  Maybe she heard the song America the Beautiful and dreamed of a better place for herself and her family. I never once thought to myself that Maria needed to learn our language or ship out. She was here legally and worked at a job that many traditional citizens would think they were too good for. And the language barrier is what brought us together as friends, a friendship that I am truly grateful for. A friendship that has changed me as a person and taught me important lessons in compassion.

Story 2: The Tale of Shanna

I don't know about you, but I have had the wonderful pleasure of leaving the country several times.  I have found a way save my pennies since I was 19 to travel to several countries. I have taken the time to pursue a minor in Spanish so at the peaks and valleys of my Spanish knowledge I probably range from a 4-9 year old speaking level. How big of me.
I did a study abroad for 5 weeks in Costa Rica in 2007. This was an incredible experience and allowed me to begin the path to cultural immersion. On several occasions I would talk to peers that were also on the trip and mention how grateful I was for the Costa Rican people to be so patient with us because it would be so nerve wracking to try to get around if people wouldn't repeat things or seemed irritated because of our language limitations. Some people would even speak English for us when they could. The host family I stayed with was completely lovely.  They all spoke English but also wanted to encourage me to use my Spanish so I would learn. I can remember several dinners where we would speak English together and I got to learn more in-depth stories of their family that would have been difficult for me to comprehend in Spanish. I kept a travel journal while I was down there. I was reading it recently and I was reminded of a really cool experience that I had. I would walk about a kilometer to our classes every day. There was a man that was a security guard along the way that stood outside a property.  Over time I made a friendship with this man. We made small talk for a minute or so every other day. He told me about his family and young son that he spoke so proudly of. I loved that I could walk to school and have a conversation with a friendly person who was so patient with me.
The entire experience blessed my life in a very important way. I was able to embrace another culture. They have a very different way of life which is highly based on taking time to appreciate the moment that you're in. I try to reflect back on this from time to time. Life just goes by so fast.
My travels have played a very important role in my life. They often motivate my work because I feel like if I work hard I can always look forward to that next trip.  How much less variety and experience would I have in life if I needed to be fluent in every language of the country I was visiting. Seriously, Italy-Out. Greece- Out. Costa Rica- Out. Mexico-Out. I still have no idea what language they speak in Croatia and Malta--I know that they made huge concessions in the language department on my behalf though.

There's something to be said for embracing the culture of the place you're visiting because everyone on the whole planet should not have to conform to our language (unbelievable, I know).  The notion that everyone in America has to speak English is silly. Do you realize how many different places each of us come from? Being purist is nonsense. I am English, Irish, German, and Native American. I only know about 20 words in German and 10 of them are inappropriate. Oh, Native American, the originators in America. Well I know about three words in Cherokee. Get what I am saying? I honestly think that many people who had such a quick reaction to the commercial didn't really think before they spoke. It was unique to hear such an iconic song in other languages. As far as I am concerned, if you love America like I do, I don't care what language you say it in.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Superfluous Spending

I am sitting on the chair and a half watching the Super Bowl just for the commercials which really is a testament to our consumer driven society. December was definitely a consumer month for us, as it was for most people. By the end I just couldn't help but think about how much money we were spending and how much stuff we had. We spent a ton of money on food throughout the month too for all kinds of celebrations. I mean, if I had to do it over again I would probably do it mostly the same. We had a great holiday season and with how busy everything was with school you just gotta do what you gotta do. After thinking about the expenses I decided that January was going to be a different story.

My friend Kristyn pinned a cool app on Pinterest called "Cash Strapped." It cost $0.99. Each month you set a budget and then you subtract from it as you spend. I was working with cash so I already knew how much I had left, but it would be especially useful if you're using your debit cards and want to keep track of a specific kind of spending.


At the beginning of the month I had $80 in cash from people paying me back for random things. I usually don't keep a lot of cash on me. Although I do think all adults should keep $5 on them because... like who doesn't have $5 in a pinch?

My rules were to only spend that $80 on superfluous spending. Matt said, don't you mean frivolous spending? No.... I meant superfluous. 



And to Matt's credit, it's not that frivolous wouldn't work but I really wanted to get at the heart of my purpose which was trying to correct for spending that has just been in excess.
So this meant that I could only use that $80 for the entire month on things like coffee, clothes or other non essential goods purchases, and non essential service likes nails or massages (which I really don't do often but come the end of the year I was looking a little rough...)

I kept a note in my phone so you could see what I spent:
$2 McAlister's Tea (getting so close to a free one!)
$4.20 Library book fee
$3.00 tip at Interurban (Matt was short on cash... Not sure this counts as superfluous)
$1.92 coke for dad
$1.99 Starbucks Bottled drink (which kept me up all night)
$1.50 Dasani bottle of water (I refilled it 6 times before recycling)
$5.00 Tip for Facial (used a Groupon I bought in the fall)
$7.00 Panera paired with a $15 gift card our friends gave us (bought my brother lunch).
$40.00 Haircut
$1.52 Starbucks (nix the espresso and you can go far)
$1.40 Library book fee (AGAIN!)
$2.16 Panera Cookie (somehow I ate here a lot)
This came to $71.69

I came in  under budget! Now I'll take that extra $8.31 and put it in our trip jar.
Sometimes this was hard because I really need to get my eyebrows done. I can maintain them myself... but the shape is all wrong. Those ladies with the threading know what they're doing and I consider that $11 well spent. I also wanted to get my nails done because they too were awful. But I did them myself and they still look just a little less awful. I didn't really have a problem with not buying "stuff" because I have spent a lot of time at home and I really have more than I need of pretty much everything.
I made good use of gift cards if I did have Starbucks or like my lunch above at Panera. I used my built up Groupons and just made a conscious effort to conserve spending. Honestly, that's really all that it takes to really cut back-- just think about what you're spending and whether or not you actually need to. Now that I am working from home I am eating lunches here all the time and it's cheaper AND so much healthier. I get to be in control of what goes into my body (I can be a little paranoid about random additives to food that other people prepare. I got a salad at McAlister's one day and noticed there was sugar sprinkled over the top. Really??)

I hope to carry this approach as a habit in the coming months. I'd like to save save save now that I am home and things are less erratic. I also don't have to pay rent anymore so ideally I would store that cash away in a saving's account.

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