Financial faux pas and other disasterous decisions

honeybear_2

moo2moo wrote: »

Dedicated DFW your signature says you're aiming for an extra £25 a day bringing in more than I earn in a month before tax. Do you have some secret master plan? Wanna let us in on it? Doubt I'd get that much plying my wares under a street light in my new itsy witsy teeny weeny none polka dot bikini.

Oh Moo, it's a bit cold for that! :eek:

Happy New Year, honey, & wishing you a happy & prosperous 2010

moo2moo

I have news. Exciting news. Well ok its not exciting but I have emptied the laundry basket for the first time in months. All the washing is done, even got round to doing the hnadwashing. More scarily other than a sinlge load in the drier and whats currently on the airer its all ironed and put away too. OH keeps asking what I've broken. Finding it much easier to keep the place clean at the mo. Not sure if thats because I'm spending an average eight hours a day cleaning (don't worry normality will resume on Monday) or because they're scared to put anything down on the off chance I tidy it away and promptly forget where I tidied it to. I suspect its the latter.

Off to peruse the Flylady thread to see what delights I'm in for tomorrow.

moo2moo

The money fairy has paid me a visit. Neighbours brought a letter that had been delivered to them by mistake. HBOS have very generously investied an extra £95 into my PEP because I forgot to sign some paperwork to do something with my shares mostly cos I couldn't remember how to do my pre-marriage signature (in my defence it has been over a decade since I last used it). Guess I should really sort out sending off the paperwork to prove I am what I am and what I am is an illusion - La Cage Aux Folles for the uninitiated in all its glory - blame it on the Disarono I'm currently using to wash the toblerone down

I am what I am
I am my own special creation.
So come take a look,
Give me the hook or the ovation.
It's my world that I want to take a little pride in,
My world, and it's not a place I have to hide in.
Life's not worth a damn,
'Til you can say, "Hey world, I am what I am."

I am what I am,
I don't want praise, I don't want pity.
I bang my own drum,
Some think it's noise, I think it's pretty.
And so what, if I love each feather and each spangle,
Why not try to see things from a diff'rent angle?
Your life is a sham 'til you can shout out loud
I am what I am!

I am what I am
And what I am needs no excuses.
I deal my own deck
Sometimes the ace, sometimes the deuces.
There's one life, and there's no return and no deposit;
One life, so it's time to open up your closet.
Life's not worth a damn 'til you can say,
"Hey world, I am what I am!"

moo2moo

Got a bit carried away there. Forgot to say my dad has decided to tidy up his paperwork on the off chance he dies in the near future apparently making life easier for his executors. Since his phone call was to say he'd found an active savings account in my name that was last used in 1982 with £23 in it plus two decades worth of interest and that was in the first of six strong boxes I'm hoping hes planning to devote the next decade or so to putting his papers in order or even just disposing of those over a decade old.

honeybear_2

I trust there was a whole co-ordinated dance routine that went with that outburst of song, Moo :T

moo2moo

Unfortunately not. I was too busy mopping up the bloody disaster that was DD2 post tooth retrieval. Having put bongella on her gums and given her calpol to help her sleep through the tooth ache she kept on fiddling anyway. Have changed her pjs and pillow case and sent her back to bed hopefully persuading her that daddy wouldn't mind hearing her news tomorrow rather than being woken up after two hours sleep.

honeybear_2

Ah, I can see how a dance routine would tricky under the circs

moo2moo

Another day, another load of laundry. Will be commencing my assault on the coat mountain *again* as its become impossible to exit the house without going sideways such is the volume of coats. OH and I have enormous down filled duvets but they take up a phenomenal amount of space especially when they're hung over the top of a dozen or so other jackets. The main problem appears to be that every time DD1 or DD2 leave the house they do so by grabbing yet another coat from their wrdrobes rather than the ones by the door. Me thinks its time to dispose of some of them. Nice though it is that the assorted friends and relatives keep giving them outgrown things its rather annoying trying to house them. Especially when DD1 falls in love with each and every item.

Might as well clean the downstairs hallway whilst I'm at it. Not that this will take long as its only four foot square. But for such a tiny space with three doorways and a staircase leading off it theres an awful lot of junk crammed in the gaps. Not that OH would classify the suspension of project Landrover as junk but its still occupying a large chunk of the floor space.

No sign of todays challenges on the flylady thread. Perhaps that means I get Saturdays off too (thats assuming today is Saturday, I'm losing track of these things). Will continue project kitchen with an assault on the top of the freezer and the shelf above the freezer. I do not need 4 dozen empty egg boxes. Will take the DDs to the small holding further down the road later with the surplus. Will also see if I can persuade OH to plant the cremated remains of his previous pet dog. They've moved house with us once, we have no plans to move from here so theres no reason that they're still on a shelf in the kitchen a decade later. Suppose I should really have planted them under the fig tree we bought three years ago, it'll be a bit awkward trying to do it now though as the ground is rather frozen. Nope perhaps thats not the best brain fart I've had recently. I'll shut up now and go in search of more coffee.

Helen105

Well done on the whirlwind of cleaning you have done in the last week. I have done about a tenth of what you've managed. I was pleased though that I have managed to empty a box of junk that had leapt under the kitchen table in July and made itself at home there.

If anyone is interested in an update on DD3's interesting condition, I manged to break the news to the ex husband and steer his need for action into the positive direction of helping me DIY the kitchen. Dastardly Seducer broke the news to his God fearing parents last night and now we have been summoned up to Mormon Towers for a conference this morning. No doubt another couple of hours of tea, wailing and hand wringing. Wish me luck in managing to steer them into the positive direction of a regular financial contribution.

moo2moo

Of course we're interested. The best part about the total anonanimity of the internet is you can say whatever you like with as many typos as it takes to vent your feeling safe in the knowledge that whoever you're venting about is most unlikely to ever encounter your rants and rambles.

Congrats on persuading the ex to DIY your kitchen. I'm most impressed.

Let the occupants of Mormon Towers do all the hand wrining they like. The Dastardly Seducer still performed the horizontal tango and has to live with the repercussion just withouth the stretch marks and the haemmerhoids (still can't spell it despite three attempts) and the sleepless nights. Of course they can cough up the wonga and do some babysitting.