I’m going back to Vegas. Who’s shocked? I know. No one. And maybe everyone.
I do a spectacular job of hating on my mortgage. I post about it. I tweet about it. I stress myself out about it with side hustling. I think about it constantly when paying for grad classes to boost my income and my husband’s. So why in the world would I go back to Las Vegas again especially when we were just there this summer? The short answer is, Why wouldn’t I? Continue reading “Travel Anyway: Vegas, Baby…Again”
Education is messy. Like any system, nothing in our public schools is simple. While it’s really easy to point the blame at teachers, school boards, and the government, the problems run deeper than that. Yesterday, it came to light that a school in Pennsylvania had enacted a controversial practice of trying to recoup the money families hadn’t paid towards their children’s hot lunches. A firestorm of comments broke out across social media. A handful of people* defended the district’s idea, but the general public seemed to be outraged.
But like all things in life, things aren’t always how they seem. When I did a search on Twitter at 6:30 PM, only one person actually tweeted at the school district. Their Facebook page didn’t reveal much either. People opined all over the news yet none of them suggested the one thing that might actually fix the problem: speak up to the school. Continue reading “Outside the Echo Chamber”
About a month ago, I was driving home from work and decided long hair was exhausting. So, I did what any sane person does. I found a Great Clips coupon and lopped off 7 inches of hair less than an hour later. And man, did things get awkward. Continue reading “Frugally Awesome…Or Awkward: Haircut Edition”
To the people who say not to make your work your passion*, you’re right. Your approach is far more strategic and systematic. You will reach financial independence much faster pursuing a six-figure career than I will figuring out why teenagers are still tempted to cover their arms in glue whenever we create posters. You will also garner far more esteem in the media, on social media, from your friends, and at family parties. You, my friend, are an innovator. A disrupter. Someone who will push your field to the precipice, help pivot a struggling enterprise, or create the newest technology.
I don’t do what you do.
I couldn’t do what you do.
I’m also not sure I’d want to. Continue reading “My Passion is My Work”
I suppose I can blame Marie Kondo for this one. Or maybe it was Gwyneth Paltrow and her GOOP tutorial that sent me over the edge. I hate t-shirts. Even since I’ve started decluttering, I’ve been haunted by the sheer volume of t-shirts taking up prime real estate in my
closet closets. Gulp. Sure, there was one ill-fated, fold-them-up-like-perfect-envelopes attempt to KonMari them into submission. But when I finally brought myself to unfold the cotton origami masterpieces, I found more wrinkles than I would have had I left them on the floor. You know what doesn’t spark joy? Ironing.
So there’s a simple solution here, right? Stop buying t-shirts. But almost every t-shirt I own is the direct result of participating in a work-related fundraiser or giving to a charitable organization. And I’m all for bucking the norm and setting myself apart, but I haven’t quite figured out how to do it and not look like a complete jerkface when the rest of my colleagues are rocking shirts for the local children’s hospital. What’s a woman on a mission to declutter to do? Continue reading “Ivory Ella: The Elephant in My T-Shirt Drawer”
There. I said it. Now before you think that I’m trying to usher in the apocalypse, hear me out. I’m not about to argue that the world needs another Kardashian. To be honest, I’m not even totally sure that she really is one. Instead, I’d like to defend the interview Ms. Jenner did for Wealthsimple last week, not her as a celebrity or as a person. Because 1.) much to my students’ perennial dismay, I don’t keep up with the Kardashians, and 2.) I don’t actually know her.
Last week, Wealthsimple did a profile on her as a part of their “Money Diaries” series, where they do a Q & A write-up with famous (they say “interesting”) people about how money intersects with their daily lives. And they picked the world’s most famous 19-year-old*. In it, she talks about inexpensive makeup, expensive cars, and possibly living outside of the limelight one day. After the post went live, there was some virtual eye rolling, and one Tweeter even questioned his enrollment in Wealthsimple. To both, I say absurd.
*Actually, I’m making this up. There are probably more famous 19-year-olds. Is Bieber still 19? What about Taylor Swift? Am I 97 yet? Continue reading “In Defense of Kylie Jenner”
Slumps happen. In life, in sports, even on Poshmark. If you find yourself in a selling slump, you can recover. The trick is to find ways to spend as a little of your time as possible doing so. And when it comes to being
lazy knowledgeable about Poshmark, I’m your girl.
To recap, I’ve already made over $1,000 selling items from my closet this year. In fact, August pushed me past the $1,300 mark. Summer was a bit slow, and things are finally starting to pick up again. For some, back-to-school stress equals shopping. For others, wine and chocolate. Not that I would know. While I’m still all for using my original Poshmark strategy, I’m also not willing to undervalue my time…again. Whether you’ve been on Poshmark for a while or new to selling, here are some of my favorite low-commitment tricks to make money. Continue reading “Troubleshooting a Slump on Poshmark”
Disposable income. The amount of money someone could spend on voluntary or non-essential costs. You know, the money that’s leftover after you’ve paid taxes, paid your bills, and paid yourself. In our house, we think of it as fun money. My grandma loved to call it her mad money. Whatever it’s called, it’s money that can be spent, no harm, no foul.
This past weekend, I was catching up on my favorite podcasts as I paddle boarded across the lake, and I nearly sent my phone to its watery grave in an effort to re-listen to something I surely misheard. I had already seen enough tweets and references to the Tim Ferriss episode “How to ‘Waste Money’ To Improve the Quality of Your Life”, so I thought I already got the gist of it. But I wanted to give it a listen regardless*. What the rest of the Twitter-verse didn’t tell me was the number he uses in his hypothetical number crunching. Hold onto your iPhones, folks. Continue reading “The $5000 Tim Ferriss Math Problem”
I don’t hate my husband’s motorcycle. I mean, it gets better mileage than his car, and it’s not like I didn’t know about it before we got married. So I try to maintain a cool, wary distance from it. You know, when I’m not giving it the side eye for taking up space in our garage. Or wondering if it truly is loud enough to make his presence known to oblivious drivers. Or refusing rides because it’s uncomfortable to sit on and helmets are hot. Truth be told, if you asked me what kind it was, my response would be, “A red one.” Shrug.
One day this month, I noticed its title sitting out on our kitchen table. I knew what that meant. After years of ownership, my husband was finally ready to part with his bike. Our neighbor made it clear on day one of our move that he would happily take it off our hands when
we my husband was ready. That was three long years ago. So I did what any other finance loving, clutter-hating person would do: I hid the title. Continue reading “Money, Marriage, and Motorcycles”
I’m afraid of getting sick. Not in the sense that I’m actually afraid of germs. Goodness knows how many germs pass through my fingers (literally) on any given school day. Normally, the concept of illness lurks in the back of my mind and then lurches to the forefront when a student gets sick (literally). I’m afraid of getting sick in the sense that I don’t know how well we can afford it, especially in the future. Let me explain. Continue reading “Illness, Expenses, & $12 Cherry Juice”