Financial faux pas and other disasterous decisions

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Hey Moo2Moo,

I've been dooyooing like crazy as well. I've ordered one £20 amazon voucher and I want another one .... I've got a list of books for xmas presents!!

Thanks for rating so many of my reviews....it is dull stuff I'm afraid!

I managed three today in my lunch break and I'll aim for another 5 this evening.:eek:

moo2moo

Blimey Makeup 8 in a day is going some. I'm ready to slit my wrists byt he fourth one especially when OH arrives home unexpectedly and ssays helpful things like "what are you reviewing that for, you can't use it" precisely my dear boy and "you forgot about this and this and...." mmmm its only 50p not a submission for the Nobel Prize although DooYoo probably pays better.

What books are on your wish list?

Vaguely considering reviewing kids tv shows but despite having being subjected to them on an endless loop for the last decade and being word perfect on the many many theme tunes I can't remember a thing about the shows themselves and I anm not going to sit through them voluntarily to waffle on about them... well I might submit to a wee bit of Pingu as that makes far more sense than Jeremy Kyle.

Drawing a complete blank as to things to drone on about this morning so you'll have to put up with me here instead. I fear I may be embarking on a midlife crisis. I'm doing some very irrational things. Yesterday I polished the furniture and the doors using actual polish. Obviously I didn't go as far as using a duster as I couldn't find one, they were last seen improvising as dresess for barbie, but that was quite some time ago. Not content with that I then handwashed the handwashing thats been lurking at the bottom of the laundry basket since OHs sisters wedding a mere two months ago. Yeah I know. Scummy cow. Still its done now. I'm beginning to enjoy coming home to an almost tidy (by my standards at least) house.

moo2moo

So Phase 3b of the master plan looms. The December challenge.

Step 1- obtain two advent calendars to appease the DDs who were mortified to discover that it was December yesterday and they were deprived children. Is it because we're poor asked DD2. Nope, its because mummy is an airhead. She seemed strangely cocntented by the response.

Step 2 - Keep total spend at 50% of total income. This means I can cheat a wee bit and offset some of my Christmas spends with free bingo winnings and E-bay sales not that I've got anything listed on flea bay but its the thought that counts

Step 3 - Aim to be 5K less in debt by Easter whenever Easter is this year. Hopefully this is attainable as the temperature is now sub zero, snow was briefly forecast yesterday and OH has decreed it too cold to work on project Landie meaning expenditure on that should (she says with her fingers crossed) be minimal until it warms up in the big world outdoors. Remind me I said that when parcels start arriving as he has tons of spare time to spend surfing E-bay for items of a useful nature.

Step 4- find gobsmackingly spectactular Chrismas gifts on a very minimal budget. Only have OH left to buy for and my parents and baby sister to complete.The latter two are getting food hampers consisting of whatever swanky looking teas, coffees and biscuits are on offer plus a few extra bits to bulk it out a bit. Total spend for them will be no more than £25 each most of which I can cover from my rather depleated voucher stash. Must start doing tediously dull surveys again. Also need major dose of insppiration regarding Oh and his impending 40th birthday for which I have done nothing as yet.

moo2moo

So much for the total anonymity of t'internet. This thread has had a rather scary 30,000 views which when you think about it in an I really haven't got anything better to do kind of way makes you wonder If someone you know has actually read it but then you get to thinking nah, you're being paranoid love but then you think about how many posts start with I used to post under another name but... and you realise paranoia gets to a lot of people too and then you start to wonder about the amount of information about yourself that you unwittingly (being a half wit or a dim wit or even a half-dim wit or better still a dim-half wit) provide to the world at large.

I'm off for a long hot shower to appease my addled grey matter. Its going to be a long long day with round one of the 270 chair hokee cokee. Unfortunately none of us are conviced we actually have that many hall chairs despite the office staff allocating that many tickets. The juniors are in class all morning which means any latecomers will be issued with farciacally small infant chairs of the type where yours knee caps are level with your ears and only half a bum cheek fits on the seat and then only if you're smaller than a size 8. Personlly I'd rather sit cross legged on a mat on the floor but I bet the yummy mummies are decked out to the eyeballs in bling and have had their hair and nails done especially. Must get the office to knock up a large no stiletoes sign to slap on the door. Primarily because of preventing damage to the hall floor although thats remarkably resillinent but mostly because it appeases my sense of humour and its as good an excuse as any. I am a biatch. Then I can get to work strategiacally placing reserved signs on seats for the Governonrs and teachers and the odd disabled person and then a couple of others just for good measure. Of course I'll be sticking them to the seats with double sided tape cos otherwise parents move them to get a better view and finally (yes the end is in sight!) I need to persuade soeone to guard the main door to prevent parents attempting to get seats before 9:20am otherwise its total carnage and they wander into classrooms to wish their little darlings good luck disrupting everything as its things like that that make nursery kids cry and once one starts they all start and then their face paint runs and their mustaches get smearied across their cheeks and things go from vaguely controlled chaos to toatal bedlam. Theres a very fine line between the two and on days like today it can easily go the wrong way.

Helen105

Please Miss, I'm one of the 30,000 who has read your posts & not commented.Actualluy I'm several of them as I've been trying to read it from start to finish over the last week. I'd reached June though & the bright sunny days were getting me down so I skipped to the end.

Totally sympathise over the Advent Calendars, my DD's are in smug wonderment because we managed to buy them in November this year when there was still choice in the shops. They are 15 & 16 so that gives you an idea how many times we failed.

Intergalactic_Floozie

moo2moo wrote: »

So much for the total anonymity of t'internet. This thread has had a rather scary 30,000 views which when you think about it in an I really haven't got anything better to do kind of way makes you wonder If someone you know has actually read it but then you get to thinking nah, you're being paranoid love but then you think about how many posts start with I used to post under another name but... and you realise paranoia gets to a lot of people too and then you start to wonder about the amount of information about yourself that you unwittingly (being a half wit or a dim wit or even a half-dim wit or better still a dim-half wit) provide to the world at large.

Yeh, but I visit about 50 times per day every day and more at weekends to see if you've updated:rotfl:I'm always thinking that myself about people I know reading my diary, I never mention names but I think if anyone I knew at work came across my diary they would definitely know who I am. Oh well, money worries is nothing to be ashamed of.

makeup

moo2moo wrote: »

So much for the total anonymity of t'internet. .

I was thinking that the other day about Dooyoo - when you read my reviews it is so telling about my lifestyle and about me....I'm sure would be easy to guess who I was!!

And as for here :eek: I hope no one ever comes a looking as I know I would found out!!!

My list of books on Amazon is for other people (so book on veg gardening, church architecture and geneaology) I need about £45 to cover all of those and I have £13 already, £20 on it's way from Dooyoo and so am £12 short. I'm hoping Ipsos will hurry up, I'm only about 100pts from payout with them for a £10 voucher but no surveys have hit my inbox recently.

So I need to panic - review write in order to get another voucher!

I'm going to aim for another 8 tonight. I'm out tomorrow night so prob won't get many written tomorrow.....

moo2moo

Bleugh. Today is going to be the mother of all days. If I'm lucky I'll get to nip home at some point to eat as OH is on dog duty but otherwise its going to be a 14 hour day if not considerably longer. Which completely explains why my brain decided to lurch awake at 4:30am with zero hope of going back to sleep. Sometimes I'm so inconsiderate. But any way today goes something like this:

• Rearrange hall chairs to enable 270 parents to view their little darlings at the final installment of the EY concert
• Retrieve an additional 80 chairs from the dining room so they have somewhere to sit
• Remeber to hover in the vicinity of the doorbell around 8am to accpet delivery of giant chcolate fountain
• Supervise installation of chocolate fountian in corner of didning room and hope to god that 350 small children with sticky fingers can resist the temptation to fiddle. Yeah right. I did say I thought this was an insane idea but who listens to me any way?
• Mid way through the morning return the dining room to its usual state of disarray and lose a third of the chairs allowing the juniors in to practise whilst simultaneously distracting the PTA who will be arriving to set up for this afternoons schhol fayre
• Finally get rid of the remaining chairs to a space which is free of other stuff and more importantly people and will remain that way until at least lunchtime on Friday.
• Then the fun starts. Attempt to marshall the PTA who will be setting up for the fayre in the hall whilst 90 children attempt to eat dinner in the same room.
• Discover that the room they intend to use for Santa is full of furniture and a fairly irate teacher who most surprisingly will be attempting to teach.
• Blag my way through until the children depart the building at which point I have a valid excuse to go off and do something else.
• Hope to the god of small things that by 9pm the building is free of people and more improtantly back to its usual state allowing me to go to bed. I bet its more like 11pm though.
• Consume emergency bottle of wine having remembered to eat something first prior to collapsing in exhausted heap or drunken stupor whichever happens first
• At some point visit cash point so that I have plenty of coins to dole out to the DDs for their endless requests for money for unwanted tat and more importantly to feed them although I'll leave cash with the school cook for that and instructions of specific items to hand over when they appear with waif like tales of starvation and neglect.

and finally see if school secretary #2 (bit of an anomally as shes too posh to be a receptionist or a clerk of any description despite doing the duties of both and being incapable of sending out letters) has recovered from last nights scare. Dozy mare left at 3:30pm when incidently she finishes for the day. By 6:30 school was deserted. By 6:35 the place was in darkness apart from one light in the entrance and so I alarmed the building and left. In passing the office right by the exit you'll never guess who was having a cosy chat on the phone.... a chat I rudely interupted with clanging alarms deafening the person she was chatting to and scaring the pants off her as the alarm detected movement within the building and initiated the emergency call out protocol in which the alarm company immediately phone school to see if its accidental. Of course she was in the office and answered the phone to the alarm company in the manner of all jobsworths everywhere. Did she know the cancellation code. No but... and the line went dead. Clearly that wasn't the right answer. By this point I've cancelled the alarm and phoned the alarm company from a different phone line to report it as a false alarm but not before the boss had been contacted who then phoned school and got a bit of a surprise. No doubt there will be some explaining to do this morning too.

moo2moo

Lurching back to normality I won another £2.50 on free bingo yesterday and ordered my next £50 DooYoo check. Surprisingly I'm also £5 of the way to the next one already.

Ventured to Macro yesterday for want of anything better to do. Blew £50 which has filled the freezer with very tasty 90% meat sausages and resulted in a giant outdoor floor mat by the back doorin the hopes that just walking across it remind the DDs to wipe their feet before entering the house rather than tramping chicken shoite into the kitchen and then taking their shoes off. I can dream.

Went on to pay for yesterdays coal delivery and order a half pig for collection next week. Scary to think that the last one only lasted three months but it did reduce my average monthly grocery bill quite considerably over the period.

Helen105

moo2moo wrote: »

and finally see if school secretary #2 (bit of an anomally as shes too posh to be a receptionist or a clerk of any description despite doing the duties of both and being incapable of sending out letters) has recovered from last nights scare. Dozy mare left at 3:30pm when incidently she finishes for the day. By 6:30 school was deserted. By 6:35 the place was in darkness apart from one light in the entrance and so I alarmed the building and left. In passing the office right by the exit you'll never guess who was having a cosy chat on the phone.... a chat I rudely interupted with clanging alarms deafening the person she was chatting to and scaring the pants off her as the alarm detected movement within the building and initiated the emergency call out protocol in which the alarm company immediately phone school to see if its accidental. Of course she was in the office and answered the phone to the alarm company in the manner of all jobsworths everywhere. Did she know the cancellation code. No but... and the line went dead. Clearly that wasn't the right answer. By this point I've cancelled the alarm and phoned the alarm company from a different phone line to report it as a false alarm but not before the boss had been contacted who then phoned school and got a bit of a surprise. No doubt there will be some explaining to do this morning too.

Would be funny if she is having a secret affair and was hoping to find somewhere quiet and undisturbed to phone from.