Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Mar 11, 2009

Spring Break Guilt

Monday I told myself that I was going to spend the day working on comps and/or grading papers. I stayed in my pjs and played on the internet. Tuesday, I told myself that I deserved a day off and I could just get started on Monday's plans and not feel guilty about it. I got a hair cut, went shopping, and played around with new blog templates. This morning I woke up and felt incredibly guilty for not having accomplished anything for school (or really anything on my To Do list*).

I know that my students are not working on projects for my classes, so I shouldn't really feel obligated to have graded all of their papers over the break.** My advisor isn't working during the break, so I shouldn't really feel obligated to finish everything for comps. All that said, I still do. I feel like I've wasted my break if my only accomplishments were uploading new blog templates, watching tv, shopping, and getting a hair cut.

I'm not sure quite when this guilt developed. I know that as an undergrad, I did not feel guilty about escaping school during breaks. Is this something I learned in grad school orientation? Can I sue for pain and suffering if I find the source of this guilt? I know that my students are not sitting at home wondering if they should be working on something for school.

So, halfway through Spring Break, I have not finished the baby's room or cleaned out the closet or written lesson plans or graded anything or worked on my sythesis statements. I feel guilty about all of these things, but not guilty enough (as of yet) to give up doing nothing. Maybe I'll start being a grad student again tomorrow, but I think I'll pretend like I'm an undergrad for one more day.

As alway, PhD Comics understand this dilema...

*Maybe I'll start feeling more successful if I include items like "play on Facebook" and "stay in pjs all day" on my lists.
**For the record, they turned them in the Friday before the break.

Oct 28, 2008

I'm trapped in B's Dissertation

My intent is not for this to turn into a pregnancy blog, and I will shortly move those posts to a new blog,* but I've developed a new appreciation for B's dissertation. I've decided that pregnant women and the people who sell things to pregnant women are like Mean Girls x1000. Some examples...

Bad Mothering Lesson #1: This morning while Googling to see what "moderate consumption" of Splenda means, I discovered some interesting responses. Most start something like this.

If you love your baby and yourself, absolutely not! My [mom, doc, friend, sister] who is a [doctor, midwife, scientist, general know-it-all] says it causes the baby to develop...
  • cancer
  • ADHD
  • drug and alcohol addiction (I'm not really sure how babies are born alcoholics, she didn't elaborate on this)
  • birth defects
  • seizures
  • anger management issues
Apparently, Splenda also premantenly inhibits one's ability to use capital letters and punctuation as well...
after about a week i started stuttering i couldnt finish a sentence without stuttering
Since most of these contain no research to back up their claims, I asked at my doctor's appointment. The first thing she said "DON'T Google that. There are a lot of nut cases out there." Point taken.

Bad Mothering Lesson #2: Sitting in the doctors office.

Me: eating a string cheese because I scheduled this appointment for 8:15 in the morning and was running late.
Other Pregnant Woman: Where did you find organic string cheese?
Me: It's not organic.
OPW: Do you know what's in that stuff?
Me: (annoyed that this woman is talking to me) umm...non-organic milk.
OPW: I can't believe any woman would eat that stuff and risk her baby's life.
Me: Thanks. I'll look into that.
OPW: I just don't know why anyone would intentionally ingest all of those poisonous chemicals.
Me: Maybe because they are busy or have jobs and don't live in a utopia and have to make choices that aren't black and white.
OPW: where's utopia?

OPW woman gets called back.

Bad Mothering Lesson #3: Shopping for maternity pants

Me: do you sell these in short lengths?
Saleswoman: we have 2-3 styles in short, but babies really prefer these?
Me: excuse me?
Saleswoman: these pants are the most comfortable for the baby, but they don't come in short. You'd have to have them hemmed or wear heels.
Me: I'm really just interested in pants that are comfortable for me, so I'll try the short ones.
Saleswoman: (sighs and points me to the pants) we clearly need to find you some maternity tops as well.
Me: no, that's okay. I'm only looking for pants today. I still have several tops that fit.
Saleswoman: (semi-under her breath). you girls today just don't understand how dangerous it is to put your own comfort over the comfort of your baby.

I seriously think this woman might be unstable. I don't even know how my oversized t-shirts are dangerous, but I knew better than to ask. So, I left everything in the store and went to Target.

Oct 21, 2008

Excuses

I haven't blogged in forever for several reasons, but mostly because of this....


Baby Baumann is scheduled to arrive in May 2009.

Sep 10, 2008

Frat Party in Suburbia

This is what I saw when I got home from work this afternoon...

From Blogger Pictures


And in case you couldn't tell exactly what you are looking at, yes, that is 5 full bottles of Miller Genuine Draft in the middle of the road. If I had gotten home a few minutes earlier it would have been 5 bottles of beer, a school bus, and about 12 kids all in one picture. I'm not really sure who is partying in the street on Wednesday afternoons, but clearly one of our neighbors isn't nearly as Leave it to Beaver-esque as we thought.

From Blogger Pictures

Aug 30, 2008

Naturally Yours

Naturally Yours finally opened in B-N after months of being an empty building with a coming soon sign in the window. We were really excited to go because we've been trying to eat more organic and less processed food. Here are my initial thoughts:
  • It's smaller than I expected. Initially, I thought they were going to have the entire buidling that was an old grocery store, but right before they opened it became clear that the space had been subdivided and was going to be much smaller. On top of that, within the small space, there's not a ton there. There are wide aisles and lots of open space at the back, but it's definitiely not a full size grocery store.
  • Who ever organized the store needs to be fired. I understand that they just opened and they may not have had a chance to put up aisle numbers or section markers, but it's nearly impossible to find anything. There is an aisle that places dog food next to salad dressing. It appears that it is partially organized by type of item (produce, grains, etc) and partially organized by dietary needs (vegan, gluten free, etc). Since there are no signs and some items appear in multiple places, you literally have to comb the entire store to determine your options.
  • Once you have located what you need, however, I think that the store will be really useful for people looking for non-mainstream ingredients. They have tons of bulk bins with granola, beans, dried fruits, grains, herbs, and other items. We bought quinoa for about $3.00 a pound instead of the $7-10/lb commercially packaged version that we have to drive across town to get (if we'd ever bought it that is). We also bought some pumpkin spice granola out of the bin that was wonderful (and cheap).
  • It terms of allergy friendly stores, they are amazing. Organic products in general tend to be better about clearly labeling major allergens, but if you are allergic to gluten, dairy, eggs, etc and want to find non-allergy containing versions of popular foods (such as pizza crust, salad dressing, etc) this is a great store. Of course, carrots don't qualify as a major allergen, so other than clear ingredient lists, this doesn't help me out too much.
  • The prices are high. With the exception of the bulk bins I mentioned above, I was very disappointed in the prices. Schnucks has a lot of organic prodcuts as well and while Naturally Yours may be a little more local many mainstream organic brands (Seventh Generation, etc) were considerablly higher. Organic chicken at Schnucks runs about $7.99/lb, the same product here was $10 or $12. Organic apples at Schnucks $2.99/lb, at Naturally Yours $4.99. If they were differences of a few cents, then I might be able to justify it, but for commonly available items, this is not the place to shop. I will say that they had organic versions of produce that Schnucks doesn't carry, so if I ever want organic nectarines, I know where to shop.
Overall, I hate to say that I'm really not impressed. I was really looking forward to Naturally Yours opening and had envisioned it to be something like Whole Foods. It's not. I will probably use it for bulk bin items, but that's about it. I'm looking forward to making a lovely trail mix, but in terms of actual shopping, I don't think it's going to be part of my regular routine.

Aug 26, 2008

My Life on a Post-it Note

As much as I have enjoyed my delusion that now that I am done with coursework, I have nothing to do except teach, I knew that it would crumble shortly. In fact, I made an appointment last week with my advisor in order to talk about what exactly I was supposed to be doing this semester. Even though I had a pretty good idea what I needed to do, sadly I can no longer claim ignorance of goals. I left with my academic life (for the next six months or so) planned out an a post-it.

Here is my post-it...



In some ways, I feel much better about having a plan, but when I told R that I needed goals and deadlines I was hoping for a few less goals and deadlines.

Jul 30, 2008

"I Cannot Live Without Books"

Recently I received an email that asked something along the lines of "could you please tell me what books we are going to actually talk about in X class." When I read this, I instantly had a reaction that I won't repeat here, but I was shocked that someone would a) imply that I would require books that weren't going to be read/talk about and b) that even if someone thought this, he/she would be ballsy enough to ask. This morning when I was replying to the email, I started thinking about how I use books. I decided that today's post would be about how I interact with those books.

I have books in nearly every room in my house (the bathroom and the laundry room are the only exceptions that I can think of at the moment). I have not read all these books but they are all a part of my everyday life. This is probably largely the result of the fact that I didn't speak until I was quite old (a story for another post) and my parents read to me constantly. I have quotation from Thomas Jefferson on my Facebook page that says "I cannot live without books" and for me it's very true. The email bothered me because it came from someone who I assume doesn't have that perspective.*

For me books fall in several different categories...

Cookbooks: I love cookbooks, but I don't really use recipes. In fact I read cook books for ingredient combos, learn them and then don't generally get them out again. I don't know that I've ever actually made a recipe from a cookbook exactly as stated. For me, I think cookbooks are cathartic because they are both literary and not. I can read to learn, but not feel like it's work.

Classics: my relationship with the canon is complex. I rarely teach canonical works in my classes, but I also feel really bad about selling back a copy that I have. When I was working on my undergrad, I took a class on Shakespeare, and we were required to buy the Riverside Shakespeare. This was the first semester where I ever questioned the practice of selling back books. Have I used the Riverside Shakespeare since that class? No. Have I moved it moved it more than four times in two states? You bet. William Shakespeare doesn't lose money if I sell it, but I feel intensely guilty about selling classics.

Books about Driving: I only decided to add this category because of the number of people who end up on my blog after googling "road trip" and/or "reading" "novel" "adolescent." Books about roads make up a separate part of my books shelf. Sometimes these books are legitimate roadtrips like John Green's An Abundance of Katherines or Joan Bauer's Rules of the Road, and others include a car as a plot device Notes from a Midnight Driver, but all of these books feature the car as a character. These books go in their own section (or pile) because I use them frequently.

Books that I Can't Live Without: I really like my bookshelf to be alphabetized by author and separated by subject (essentially, I like to live in a library), but until we moved in this house, I would pull certain texts aside. They were my "if my house is on fire, I can't leave without these" books. This is not logical. They could be easily replaced. Some have notes, but most of those even could be replaced. This category is not really genre bound. There are childhood books (Make Way for Ducklings, The Secret Garden) and there are theory books (Roberta Trites' Waking Sleeping Beauty). These books are not necessarily books that I use everyday, but are rather books that represent major moments in my literary life. A picture book that I was obsessed with as a child, a critical text that made me realize people studied children's literature, etc.

Books I Teach: I RARELY teach something that I really loved as a child. Most of my syllabus is better described as books that I read as an adult, so these books don't ever overlap with the previous category. I can tell if a book is a "teaching" copy by the way it looks. Teaching copies are full of post-it notes and have lots of things written inside the front and back covers. I used to write out notes for classes and have discovered that putting my quiz or my bullet points for teaching inside the book is more effective for me.

Books I Buys Because They Are Cheap: This category I'm slightly ashamed of. I have lots of books that are not great, but Scholastic was selling them for $1 at one of their warehouse sales and there are very few things that I won't spend a dollar on. Most of these books I haven't read, but they stay on my bookshelf in hopes that someday, someone will ask be for a book about X subject, and I will proudly pull a title off the shelf.

Pleasure Reading: I don't know that this is a good title for the category because it doesn't really reflect the value I place on these books. I try and always have a "pleasure" book in addition to required reading and reading for the classes I teach. Many of these books become essential to my dissertation and to my teaching, but they start as pleasure reading. Someone told me to read Scott Westerfeld's books, so I bought them for this category. These are the books that I read to formulate my ideas for myself not because I "have to" read them.

This is really why I can't answer that student's question because ALL of my books have a purpose and a value for me--even those that I don't read and/or talk about. I still think that the writer of the email that made me think about this was more direct and assertive** than I would have been, but I applaud her for making me spend an afternoon with my books. And, in case you are wondering, we are going to talk about all of the books on my booklists this fall. :)



*before you tell me it's likely an economic thing, I want to clarify that I have been the poor college student majoring in English and I get the cost of books, but I would make other sacrifices to buy the books. Eating out=optional; Books=required. (at least for me)

**Maybe I should recommend course in politeness theory

Jul 24, 2008

A Milestone



This afternoon, I officially finished my coursework for my PhD. I am officially exhausted, but very, very excited. A good friend told me before I started my PhD that grad school is more about endurance than intelligence. She's right. 14 classes after I started this endeavor, I'm very tired (emotionally, physically, and intellectually). I know that finishing coursework does not by any means equal done with a PhD, but it's a huge relief.

Tonight I am celebrating with a few friends, but I was so excited to finish that shortly after submitting my final project, I sent a mass email announcing the submission of my final project. For those who think that may have been cheesy, the end of coursework means that I now get to work exclusively on my research for the first time in...well ever!

Now the countdown to ABD begins...

Jul 23, 2008

The 11th Hour...

In exactly 11 hours I will be officially finished with course work FOREVER!!!

The wiki is nearly done. I should keep working, but instead I am going to bed. There will be no all-nighters on the last night of coursework. I refuse.

Jul 22, 2008

Things I've learned on the trail...

So far the biking to work thing is going really well. I've cheated a couple of days (Monday for example, we had a terrible storm and they were warning of hail, so I drove), but mostly I've biked everyday. In the process, I've discovered a few things...
  • I drink much less coffee in the morning. Biking two miles wakes me up without the caffeine, but really the thought of drinking hot coffee and biking in the middle of summer just makes me steer clear.
  • I really hate driving now. I'm not sure what exactly I dislike, but if it's too hot to bike somewhere, I'm much more likely to stay home. This is an unexpected eco-friendly benefit.
  • I shower a lot more. This means more water, more shampoo bottles, etc, but in July there really isn't another option. Hopefully this fall, I won't get as stinky.
  • I'm "friends" with people on the trail that I don't know their names. They just happen to be on the trail the same time as me everyday. While waiting to cross a busy street this morning, I ran into the older gentlemen who says hi to me every day. Today he said hi plus "have you lost weight?"
  • People do notice courteous bikers. I always make a point to say hi if someone says hi to me, and I ALWAYS warn people when passing. I frequently see a little boy (about 4-5) on a bike with training wheels. When he sees another bike, he stops and gets off the trail. Last week, he said to his mom "it's okay she's the bike that says hi" and kept riding. This made my day.
  • The shade on the trail is nice, but it also creates a bug breeding ground. Talking while riding can result in the unfortunate ingestion of bugs.
  • Related the above item, Suave has a new body spray that is scented with Grapefruit and Lemongrass, both substances that naturally repel bugs. Plus it doesn't leave with eau de boyscout camp. I don't think this is its intended use, but it works.

Jul 20, 2008

Self-Censorship

I've been thinking a lot lately about the ways in which I silence myself. I don't like confrontation, and so I although I do have strong opinions, I frequently keep them to myself (stop laughing Rakicy) when I perceive the situation/person to be unwilling to even listen to differing opinions. I take it personally when you shut me down, so as a defense mechanism I refuse to allow you the opportunity. Unfortunately, in doing so I shut myself down.

There are people and situations in my life that seem so self absorbed in their own ideologies that they simply say "no" or "you're wrong; I'm right" when confronted with people who don't think like they do. I, on the other hand, really value dialogue. I grew up in an environment where nearly everything was part of a dialogue. Discussion did not equal fight, and conversation was important.

I joked this weekend that my filter was broken, but really I discovered this morning that maintaining that filter (the you're not willing to listen, so I'll have this conversation with myself filter) is exhausting. Sitting in a room where I have self-imposed silence on myself is more exhausting that nearly anything else in my life. One of the things I really like about my group of friends is their openness to actually listening to other ideas. I'm not exhausted when they leave. We don't all think the same, but we don't shut down people for thinking differently.

In the last couple of weeks, I've run into multiple situations (professional and personal) where "different" is used as an insult in disguise. This really bothers me. Of course most of the time, I don't tell the person using it in this way that it bothers me because they aren't interested in a dialogue about the situation. So unfortnately, I realize that as I type this I am telling the people who already value dialogue, but communicating my frustrations makes me feel better--that's why I blog.

Jul 10, 2008

"Gang Hangers" on Bikes

If been accused of being lots of things, but up until this afternoon I'd never been confused for a gang member. That's right, in case you missed it gang members are now 5'3 blonde females who wear grey yoga capris and pink Relay for Life t-shirts along with their blue helmets and backpacks while biking to the grocery store.

The Context: It's been a long day. It was a very long morning and then this afternoon my car battery decided to die and due to scheduling conflicts won't get fixed until tomorrow afternoon. So it's me and the bike. Tonight I needed to go to the grocery store, and Greg was up at the Lake. With the Camry out of commission, my only choice was to bike. I contemplated ordering pizza because I didn't really feel like making the 4 mile trek in the heat, but I went anyway. We shop at Schnucks which is about 2 miles northwest of our house and requires crossing at least two fairly busy intersections. While neither our house or Schnucks are in a bad area of town, the locals like to talk about the Ghetto and the gang activity that they associate with any area of town that is ethnically diverse.

The story: I was almost to Schnucks and approaching the little bit of the trip that requires me to get off the bike trail and navigate a congested area which people like to use as a "short cut." Thinking I would be a responsible biker, as I approached the first congested area, I used a hand signal to indicate that I was slowing down and possibly stopping. When it was my turn, I then indicated that I was turning right and shortly after that signaled a left turn. I noticed that there was a white Buick that was keeping more than a safe distance from me and when they eventually passed as I was locking my bike I waved to thank them for not trying to run me over.

The Accusation: As I walked into the store, the woman who had been driving the car said to me "don't think that I'm not going to tell the manager that he's letting gang hangers (sic) shop in his store." I said "excuse me?" thinking that I had missed something and mentally picturing what exactly a "gang hanger" would look like. She said "I saw you "tossing" those signals just like they talk about on tv." I explained that bicycles don't have brake lights or turn signals, so we use hand signals. She laughed and said, "I bet you use bring your own grocery sacks so that you can shoplift too."

I guess I'm guilty as charged. I am an ecologically minded gang hanger, whatever that means.

Jun 19, 2008

Random Thoughts Today


Today contained a lot of random thoughts paired with random actions. Some were my own, but some were odd things I saw today.

First the things I heard/saw/overheard:
  • Our neighbors have gorgeous patio furniture and they use it to eat value meals from McDonalds and Wendys
  • As I was biking into campus, there was a teenage boy barking like a dog at passing cars. Maybe it's contagious.
  • When I was checking out at the grocery store, I was behind a man with a six-pack of Bud Light and a single red rose. He turned around and said, "I'm proposing tonight." I said "congratulations." He said "do you think I should do something other than beer." I said "wine or champagne might be more romantic, if she drinks it." He said, "can you help me find something." I suggested several things. He bought the really syrupy daiquiri mix instead (which cost more) because "TGI Fridays is a classy brand"
  • The rose bush that I spend a fortune trying to save last summer, before I finally started my quest to kill it and start over, it not only still alive, but thriving.
  • Our neighbors across the alley had a garage sale on a Thursday afternoon. Everyone who came parked facing the wrong direction in a one way alley.
Random thoughts I had today:

  • Biking to school: I wonder if I still remember the combination to my bike lock.
  • Sitting in Class: I want to be on the writing retreat with C
  • Biking home form class: my butt hurts
  • Doing homework: I don't think you're allowed to just change due dates and not tell anyone.
  • Reading email: yes, I know I overreact, you don't have to point it out again.
  • Reading email again: my friends have the coolest blogs
  • Driving home from the grocery store: there's a hot air balloon over my house and I haven't figured out how to use the camera on the new phone yet.

Jun 11, 2008

Things that oinked, lived in water, are on bones, or are generally orange


These are all things I don't eat. The last category is slightly misleading because it really just refers to my carrot allergy, but I really don't eat seafood or pork or anything still on a bone. I know that my reasoning is purely psychological (I had traumatic experiences with pork and seafood), but those feelings are so strong and I have not eaten either in so long that I almost can't eat them anymore.

When I was very young we went to Florida on vacation and a friend of the family introduced me to seafood by giving my a raw oyster. The result was not pretty. I've tried to add seafood back in the last several years, but it really upsets my stomach.

My aversion to pork is more psychologically traumatizing than texture/taste related. When I was in second grade, I was at a pork roast (a tradition in the south) and sitting quietly reading a book. An introvert and avid reader, the book happened to be Charlotte's Web. Enough said. Long story short, someone offered to show me Wilbur, and I've not eaten pork since.


Tonight Greg made pork steak, and I tasted it. It's not my first choice, but I didn't totally freak out. This is an improvement. I'm not ready to add it to my regular menu, but I am proud of myself for trying. I'm quite happy with my diet of veggies and boneless, skinnless chicken breast, but twenty years later, I think I may finally be ready to move on from a very bad joke. Although, I do much better, if you simply refrain from telling me it's pork.

Jun 10, 2008

Hair Cut Day


I go through cycles of long hair and short hair (one would think that I would just stay at a medium length, but no). Last week I decided to cut it, but never got around to making the appointment, so this afternoon at least 8 inches of it is going away. I like the flexibility of long hair, but it always ends up in a ponytail.

Since summer is here and that means committing to riding my bike to campus for my very last class ever and volleyball on Tuesdays, I want something easy and short. I figure if Kate Gosselin can manage this with 8 kids at home, I can do it before a 9 am class.

Jun 9, 2008

New Phones


After more than an hour on the phone with "customer service" with AT&T, we finally got our phones upgraded AND added text messaging. I came very close to telling them to close the account because they have the most incompetent employees I've talked to in a very long time.

I shouldn't have even needed to call, but their website is so poorly set up that I told one rep that they really needed to hire some tech writers before they got reported to the Better Business Bureau. For example, when they say "Family Talk $50.99" and then explain by saying "Get the first two lines for one low price. Each additional line is just $9.99 per month" They really mean that the "one low price" is $59.99. The rep said that it's not "supposed" to mean that the package includes two lines to start with. A different person told me that "credit check" at checkout isn't really a credit check (something I objected to since we are already existing customers). It's not that I was concerned that it wouldn't go through, but I'm not a fan of randomly running my credit for no particular reason.

My biggest complaint isn't really that the website says things that it doesn't mean, but that when you call they act like they've never even seen the website. There was a lot of "it asks for your social security number, that's weird." My favorite line was "I'm pretty sure that the commercial I saw last night says..."

Somehow, 5 transfers later, I seemed to find someone who was a) aware AT&T had a website, b) knew how to use the website, and c) knew how to override the system and order the phones with charing me or rerunning my credit.

The even better news is that now we can text. I know that I'm ages behind in technology, but as long as you don't send me pictures, music, or video, I can pretend that I'm caught up again.

Jun 8, 2008

3 days, no keys

I recently lost my keys for the longest stretch yet. I have things in place to prevent this--friends have extra keys, there is a "landing area" by the back door. The problem was I went to Chicago with a friend last Wednesday, and she drove. That meant I entered and exited from the front door (for explanation see Alley Etiquette). Hense, the keys disappeared for the first time in a long time.

They reappeared today. Apparently our sofa bed eats things. This has happened before, and I thought it was a fluke, but the sofa bed really hides things. They don't just fall down behind the cushions, they work their way all they way inside the folded mattress.

Thanks to Zog, for the visual depiction of a sofa bed with an agenda.

Jun 2, 2008

Computer Update


Greg took the laptop apart and let it dry out completely. Thursday night while M and I watched the LOST season finale, he put it back together. In true Dharma fashion, the green power light came on but nothing else.

The verdict is still out on the hard drive. Thanks to Matt's suggestion, I went out to buy a hard drive enclosure, but Best Buy only had one and it was 4x the price of the ones I found recommended online. I don't need a padded case to carry the drive in, I just need something that will recover my data.

Since then, I added the shortcut address to Google Docs to my address book and am developing a system for backing up all (important) documents. I can live without copies of old conference programs, but I can't afford to lose my dissertation materials or grade books.

Even though we weren't planning on buying a new computer for a while, we ended up buying a new one yesterday. Just last week, I was reading an article about how much energy is wasted in the production of new computers. My laptop was definitely in need of an upgrade, but it wasn't totally useless (at least until it met the cup of Diet Dr. Pepper). Greg has my sister's old laptop, which is a very portable Dell Inspiron 300m that worked better for mobility than my paper weight of a laptop. In order to allow me to grade and write and research and stay married to someone with a computer degree we need two computers. We opted for a Dell desktop this time. Greg doesn't really have a need to take a computer with him anywhere except when we travel, so we opted to maximize the power and speed for our $ with a desktop.

The new computer will be here next week sometime, the hard drive enclosure hopefully sooner.

May 27, 2008

Alley Etiquette


We have new neighbors across the alley (in Illinois detached garages are very popular, so we have an alley that all of our street's garages, and the block behind us share). The benefit of that set up is that we don't have exhaust and chemicals from the garage coming into the house. We also have a gorgeous street view in the front because when you drive down our actual street you don't seen ugly driveways, trashcans, or garages full of junk. The downside is that it's a very narrow space that only moves one way.

Our old neighbors were not the most considerate people. They constantly blocked our driveway by parking in the alley, and frequently their kids' toys would be in the middle of the alley. When we saw the "for sale" sign, we were overjoyed. Last week the new neighbors moved in, so understandably we had a period of semi-blocked alley space. Today, however, there was a little red sedan that was parked directly behind our driveway for several hours. There was no unloading or reloading, it was just parked.

I have always been the type to write things that I would never have the courage to actually say to people. I probably should have walked across the street with the old neighbors and explained to them the issue, but I didn't. Now we have the same issue all over again. I actually wrote out a note to put under the windshield of the offending car and then chickened out. Do I walk over with a cake and say "welcome to the neighborhood, please move your car"? Do I just be the neighbor who leaves notes and never introduces herself? Do I not say anything?

We have a lovely neighborhood with very friendly people, but I really wish we could have neighbors that would understand the alley etiquette.

May 24, 2008

Junk Mail


We've always gotten quite a bit of junk mail, but since we bought our house last year, our junk mail levels have reached new highs. In any given week 2-3 companies want to sell us mortgage protection, our mortgage company wants us to refinance and/or take out a home equity loan, a handful of local business want to take care of our lawn, and other churches, banks, pizza companies, and grocery stores want to welcome us "to the neighborhood."

We bought a buffet from IKEA to put in our kitchen/dining area/entry way from the garage mostly to catch the junk mail that was taking over the kitchen table, but even thought we were actively recycling and had a paper recycling bin steps from the back door the number of thinks that went in the "to be shredded" piles were taking over our lives.

A couple of weeks ago I was watching some news program that was talking about identity theft and the need to shred all of that junk mail. The person suggest that everyone keep three things in their mail area: a shredder, a trash can, and a *small* basket for important mail. This bothered me for several reasons. 1) How many people actually have enough space for all three of those things and who really wants a shredder to be the first thing people see when they walk in . 2) Why not mention recycling any of those items at all.

Recently, I've tried a new system. I'm not going to move the shredder from the office to the kitchen, but I've added a small white trash can that is "too be shredded." When it's full, I shred. Unlike the marathon shred fests that we used to have when the piles took over the downstairs, I don't allow myself to get that behind. Since the trashcan hold almost the exact amount as the shredder, I shred then bag it and put it with the recycling that we take on the weekends. More importantly, since the shred trash can is near the regular paper recycling, I've now gotten in the habit of opening the junk mail and separating the must shred parts from the random paper.

My only discovery/obstacle in this has been the fact that when we have people over, we must either explain the system or hide the shred trashcan. I spent the better part of last week pulling banana peels and other items from my shred can.