Are You THIS Frugal?

Edge of Your Seats

You are wondering aren't you?  What did the boys do during Girl Weekend?  Well, this for starters. Yep.  It appears that Boy Wondertwin had a fight with a table.  Looks like the table corner won.  The boys were at a Cub Scout campout when the fateful event occurred.   From what I could ascertain, Little Dude was chasing him, he tripped over a chair and hit the corner square on.  There was a doctor on the premises and apparently the cut didn't require stitches although it looks pretty bad to me.  The eye area is quite swollen and will get worse before it gets better.  If I get any more colorful pictures I'll definitely post.  J keeps quoting Rocky.  "Cut me Mick, Cut me".  Leave it to the dad to pull out the Rocky quotes when things get serious.

Girl Weekend

The day we found out we were having boy/girl twins we began to dream of weekends spent with our little ones.  We had plans to do daddy/daughter weekends and mom/son dates.  We first tried it when they were 4.  We decided that choosing to be miserable is a really silly thing. Guess they were still too young to appreciate our plans. 

Well, by default we tried it again.  Cub Scout camping weekend sneaked up on us and so we decided to take advantage.  J went with Little Dude and Boy Wondertwin while I had the whole weekend to spend with the princess.  What would we do, where would we go?  Perfect timing.  Secretariat came out so we decided to splurge and see a real movie in a real movie theater.  Did you know movies are $7.50 during the day now?  WHAT???

Anyway, amazing movie.  The 6 year olds (3 of them) had a tough time sitting through the whole thing as there was a lot of talking but the 3 moms LOVED it and honestly, if I wasn't such a cheapskate (and it wasn't 85 degrees outside today) I'd go see it again.  What an inspiring movie.  Phenomenal.

After the movie we ate at a Dave and Busters kind of place and then played games.  Girl Wondertwin was in heaven.  We rented 2 movies and got ice cream at our fave place. 

She was in bed (MY bed) by 11pm and didn't wake me up til 7:30am.  We had such a great time and honestly, I think she really did appreciate it.  We're growing up.

High School Reinvented?

I live in a bubble.  I'm not kidding.  It feels like a cross between the little town in Back to the Future and something out of the Real Housewives series.  Pick your city.  They're all the same.

My neighborhood is about 1000 houses give or take a few hundred.  It has an elementary school and a quite lively subculture within the neighborhood.  The parents in the school are tight and basically it's one of those places where someone sneezes and everyone else knows about it within seconds.  Something about it reminds me of the 1950's or how I imagine the 50's would have been.

Anyway, to call this place social is the understatement of the century.  There is always something going on.  A party, camp-out, a day spent apple-picking, a  pool party.  Whatever.  It's happening.  Every weekend there is something and whether you're invited to the Big Event or not, you hear about it.  On Facebook.  It's one thing (as an adult) to deal with life, friends, cliques etc.  Imagine how it must be to be a teenager in the age of Facebook.  I remember when the most evil thing you could do to a friend was use 3 way calling to get her to talk about your better friend who was listening in on the 3 way call.  Ooh, that was evil.

Imagine now.  Parties, pictures, boyfriends.  All of it is splashed all over Facebook.  All you have to do is stumble across a status update to see the latest party you weren't invited to or which of your friends are spending the weekend with other friends...without you.  But we're adults now, right?  We've learned that life isn't fair and when life give you lemons...you know the rest.

But sometimes you still feel just like you did in high school.  Can anyone relate?

I think I hate Facebook.

Minimalism Redefined.

So I've always claimed to be a minimalist.  I like things as simple as possible.  I'm not cheap exactly as I like quality.  Sometimes minimalism is a few things, sometimes expensive things but just a few.  That feeds my frugal side.  Well the term "met my match" comes to mind but it doesn't fit.  I'm not only NOT in the same league as this individual but not even on the same planet.  I liked to call myself a minimalist.

Compared to her I'm the Queen of England.  I seriously don't understand how a person gets by on so little.
Your thoughts?