Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Honest Truth: Being Poor is Hard Some Days.

This won't be the normal light-hearted post. You've been warned.

Being poor sucks. I know we hear "Woe is me, I'm poor" all the time... but, gosh.... It's a downer. 
I'm a pretty open book, no secrets with this one and with that, I have no problem admitting that as a newlywed in school, we basically live off loans. As someone who had gotten through college debt free until now, this has been a big challenge for me. Up until today, I've come to terms with this, but today something just snapped. Not really snapped actually.... broke.

When I was in High School, I asked my parents for a car, and they said no. My dad said "If you want a car, then buy one!" So, for years I worked two jobs and saved until a week before my High School graduation, I purchased my baby! A 1999 Toyota Carolla with only 75,000 miles. Convinced this car would last for years of easy driving, I gave basically my life savings in exchange.

 (awww chubby cheeked 18 year old me!)



 NEVER have I had trouble with this car, and it was always our reliable vehicle. 


Over a week ago, my car broke down as I was driving home from Utah. Ironically, one minute I'm driving and thinking how blessed I am to have such a good car, and the next minute the engine just stops. (Karma or coincidence?) With only 117,000 miles on my golden child, I was shocked to say the least. Stranded at 8pm two hours South of Rexburg, my brother and I began walking 2.5 miles to the nearest gas station in 30 degree weather when someone so kindly turned around and drove us to a truck stop. Again, SO thankfully, my brother had a co-worker driving that way on the same night and picked us up on the way. Leaving my car in the middle of nowhere was a hard thing to do.



With lots of phone calls and driving, My sweet husband was able to tow it the next day, and in Idaho Falls a half hour away was where she was left to await diagnosis.


Wednesday, they told us one of the cylinders in our engine was cracked and it would cost $2000 to fix! Ok, the $100 we paid a week earlier for a car battery in Ryan's car felt like $1000 so $2000 basically feels like 2 million, my first born child and the last can of Dr. Pepper. 

As if that wasn't enough, today it got better. 




As if we couldn't afford it earlier, this didn't help. Basically, we could scrape the bank for a used battery with almost as many miles as my old one, or buy another used car, neither of which we can afford. We've pretty much decided that we are going to have one car that doesn't run, and invest in a bike. Which is all fine and dandy until I move to AZ and my husband stays. One of us will be carless, and as student teaching doesn't pay, the broke-ness just keeps growing. 

Just under 4 years of having this car (calculated over $1200/year+insurance and maitenance), she's a gonner. I'm too young to bury my baby. 

So here I sit in my living room, digging for some answer; something I could have done differently... looking for what I can sell when I realize that... I really couldn't have tried harder. We're both students, we both work, we pay 10% of our income in church tithes, ALL of our furniture is used and I've counted 3 things in my sight that I purchased new (not gifted, not thrifted and not leftover from our wedding.) We coupon, we turn the heat on as we leave and enter rooms, I only buy new clothes on birthdays and christmas, and have furniture made of cardboard and pallets. Pretty sure even if I sold everything we own, it still wouldn't be enough. And though I know I sound like an ungrateful brat right now, life can be just plain ol' disappointing sometimes. 

As my parents have reminded me, everyone goes through this, but gosh dangit... never did I anticipate my first car, my reliable pretty baby, to do it. 

There you have it. Today is a hard day.

And I have a cold.
And there really is no more Diet Dr. Pepper in the fridge.
If you can think of anything else that I can complain about, let me know. I'm on a roll ;)

Now, if you are feeling as depressed as me, scroll a few more inches down and watch John Travolta from the previous post dance, and dance, and dance without breaking a sweat. That's what's pulling me through. 

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Good News and Bad News told in a series of GIF's

So here's the deal.
I have good news and bad news. Actually a lot of it.... but let's start with today:

This morning I got on the computer thinking it's about time my praxis score from January has been posted and it's the moment of truth; pass or fail.
I open my score to see I PASSED!!!! And above average at that! I was ELATED! 
And may have done a little of this:


and this:



and a lot of this: 


Because every good victory dance involves fine hip thrusting...

Now, husband and I have been all over the place on what our living arrangements are going to be like in the fall. I have to student teach, and Ryan is in school, or will do an internship. It's kinda frustrating because our futures depend on other people's choices. It sucks not knowing what to plan for, and knowing that there's nothing more you can do to change the cards. I was awaiting my student teaching assignment, and Ryan is awaiting internship decisions. Either way, things were looking grim. Here's the thing, Ryan gets to choose where he interns (roughly). He seeks out companies, interviews, and knocks their socks off. Me, not so much. I have 4 choices. I can student teach in Idaho (local placement), Salt Lake Utah area, Las Vegas area, or Mesa AZ area. 4 options, and 3 that would result in either my husband having to put off school and move somewhere with me for 4 months, or worst case scenario, us living in separate states for 4 months. I was able to choose 3 top priorities and one had to be out of state, even if you are married. So naturally, I chose the school district we live in, the school district a half hour away, and one other school I was most impressed with which happened to be in Mesa, AZ. I interviewed and yesterday the assignments started to come.... but not mine. 

So I call the student teaching office and asked if I'd been assigned yet, and they they said that I hadn't been placed yet and were all, "You'll just have to wait..." : 

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and I was like: 


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(Quick Insert: I don't know why my font went to all-caps here, I apologize)
 Ultimately they said they had the power to assign all the way up to the week before. So I told them the situation and they assured me that they obviously try their best to place locally for married couples so that they do not have to be separated...


I waited patiently and later today I saw a message in my e-mail. Subject line: "Student Teaching Placement"


With much anticipation, I opened the e-mail.
My reaction went a little something like this:

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Then this:


It wasn't pretty. 

Here's what I read:


Translation: I'm moving to Arizona. Husband is not. Army wives, I don't know how you do it, but I do NOT want to be tucking myself into bed every night.


Husband came to get me after work and was all:

 I told him what happened and naturally we agreed that,

In my opinion, if you are married they shouldn't assign you to student teach states away. Try to place me locally, my rear!


Student teaching office,


and 


Every time I open my e-mail, the subtle reminder of 4 month separation from my husband is there. again and again and again.


And on top of the separation, paying two rents does not sound appealing nor plausible. So, if you live in Mesa and want to offer your couch to a hip-thrusting homeless me for 4 months, hit me up.


In the mean time, heads are gonna roll!

At least I passed the Praxis :)



Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Too. Busy.


You know you are too busy when you don't have time to catch up on your favorite blogs or even inform your readers about.. oh... life?

Bleeeehschoolyouarethemurdereroflove!



Forgive me? 

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Glasses, Oh Glasses.


Hey Ladies!
So it's confession corner over here, are you ready?

I don't actually wear prescription eyeglasses (minus minor reading glasses). GASP! The glasses in that picture to the right are totally fashion glasses from Urban Outfitters and I'm not ashamed one bit :) In fact, I have a fatty crush on huge framed glasses because on bad hair or make-up days, they pull all the attention to their funny selves. The element of distraction is a beautiful thing.



Husband and I were talking the other day about how glad we were that neither of us needed glasses because they can be so expensive! Then we got talking about our future bebes and I began wondering; Three of my brothers have glasses and my dad has glasses.... who's to say I will never have to buy glasses in the future!

I began looking at online eyeglasses (because I have nothing better to do than shop online for something I don't need yet haha) and have found a gem; possibly the cheapest glasses online. So, all you glasses wearers (whom I was totally jealous of when I was little because gosh-dangit, you just look so sauve...) I have a treat for you!
With the help of GlassesUSA, bring in the coupon codes!

GlassesUSA.com is giving a discount on their (already inexpensive) frames for you lovely readers!!!!
HELLO! WHO DOESN'T LOVE DISCOUNTS!



Take 30% off frames [with single-vision Value Lens Package] + FREE shipping (*"premium" frames excluded*) by using the code: EYECANDY30 during your checkout.

30%+free shipping! That's awesome. 
So if you're in need of some sassy frames, check em out! They even have retro glasses which totally tickles my fancy!

BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE! 
For your entertainment, below is a virtual mirror where you can check out some of the available frames. Thank you technology! haha









Now don't have too much fun ;)

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Saturday is a Special Day

Saturday is a special day.
It's a day to snuggle and sleep in.
Stay in your pajamas and clean the house.
Paint.


Today it's a good day because:

I woke up to a shoulder massage from husband.
The day is mine.
I have a minute to blog.
I have a nice home to clean.
I'm full of gratitude.
I get to work out.

I get to go through the temple later for family members.
I'm happy and content; I really like those days.
I'm listening to this:



Happy Saturday :)