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In my business dealings, I’m used to getting comments about my age.

‘Beks won’t understand this reference, she’s too young’

Or

‘You are doing this project all by yourself?’

I feel like saying, ‘Yes, and those crazy folks at the DMV let me drive without parental supervision too!’

I keep my mouth shut, work hard, and let them re-evaluate their opinions based on my performance.

Today, someone fairly high up made a comment about ‘kids born in the 90’s like Beks’ and I thought I’d cough up a lung.

I’m all about looking young. I’ve thought about Botox as ‘preventative maintenance’ for crows feet. But now I’m worried I won’t get taken seriously without a few wrinkles.

I know. Complaining about not having enough wrinkles seems silly, but it gets old having to prove myself over and over again.

But…

I’ve learned to work harder than I should have to work and maybe that has made me a better employee. Maybe prejudices have pushed me to push myself to prove folks wrong.

Guess I’ll skip the Botox for now… but if I’m feeling lazy, I guess I could always spend more time in the sun and damage my skin.

At the end of each year, I like to reflect on the last 12 months. For years, I’ve blogged about the best things that happened month by month. This year, I decided to do something a little different. I’ve decided to pick my favorite day of the year.

My favorite day of 2011? Nope, not the day I got to write a nice check to my credit card. Nope, not the day I discovered we were less than three months from pay off.

It was the day we met this little guy.

Oddly enough, paying down debt helped me enjoy that day all the more. We had prepared ourselves financially and I didn’t have to worry about scary hospital bills or returning to work before I was ready. I enjoyed every single moment – even the painful ones – because I didn’t have Visa or Master Card sitting in the visitor’s chair beside me.

Some of the folks in my life had kids this year. They talk about not wanting more – or waiting years to have another because babies are hard. I wonder if everyone received a memo I missed because…

I want 10 more.

I’m exhausted. I’m sick. At times, I’m overwhelmed…

But there is nowhere and no one else I’d rather be.

I woke up this morning at 4:30 am and snuck a peek at my sleeping son before hopping in the shower for work. His beautiful face was peacefully relaxed, his pudgy cheeks soft and warm.

I have been so very blessed in 2011. Forget having a favorite day. This has been my favorite year.

Wishing you and your family a sweet 2012.

Because of the whole ‘family week’ thing I’ve got going, I thought it might be an appropriate time to update you on my family.

Baby boy is 2 1/2 months old now and so darn adorable.

We went to his 8 week check-up and my husband, all 5′ 10″ of him if he stands straight and eats his Wheaties, swore ‘his boy’ would be in the 75th percentile in height and the 50th percentile in weight (50th percentile is the size of an average child).

Baby boy is in the 30th percentile for height…

and the 65th percentile for weight.

So I thought this photo of him was fitting.

Overall, I can’t express how much I enjoy being a mom. Every moment is special – even the ones involving projectile poop. It’s so much better than I ever expected.

This week is the last week with him though. I’m heading back to work next week… and I’ve been crying since Tuesday.

Sigh.

It’s been a few days since my last post and I apologize. Baby boy got sick which meant I was trapped on the couch cleaning baby spit up. Then, to make things worse, I’ve been running a fever for the last two days.

We’ve been couch surfing for a while now. We both have appointments with our doctors so I’m hoping things will be better next week.

It’s time for the monthly Bump Update…

March 3rd:

Sonogram pics could not be any clearer – it’s a boy. Since discovering this information, I find I am far less gentle with my food choices. When I thought it was a girl, I ate fruits and veggies. Baby boy now gets fruits and veggies… and spicy jalapeño burgers. It’s a boy. He can take it like a man.

March 4th:

I inform baby boy that waking hours are between 6:00 a.m. and 9:00 p.m., NOT 9:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. Baby spends the next 24 hours kicking incessantly proving his complete control of the situation.

March 7th:

My husband said I’m the least emotional pregnant person he’s ever met… after I tackled him to the floor, choked him until he couldn’t breathe, and demanded he say it.

March 10th:

I thought by my having a baby, mom would finally stop asking me to have one – and she did.

Now she just asks when I’m planning to have another.

March 15th:

Thought about writing a press release:

Dear mothers (and you know which ones you are): You are not in a competition for the gold metal in the world’s most difficult pregnancy. I’m sorry your pregnancy/delivery/husband was awful. Mine, thus far, has been pretty awesome and I’d like to stay in my dream world that the rest will be the same. Don’t feel the need to share the same stories over… and over… and over again. I didn’t want to hear it the first time.

March 19th:

The week before every doctor’s appointment, I bump up my usual workout routine by walking a little further or exercising a little longer each day. Every time I see the nurse with her clipboard standing near the scale, I feel like I’m weighing in for The Biggest Loser… in reverse.

March 24th:

Concerned that, at nearly 6 months, I still don’t need maternity clothes. Is this baby even growing?

March 25th:

Suddenly need maternity clothes. Belly popped like a turkey timer.

I wrote some short posts over the last few months and even though they aren’t debt related (well, most of them anyway), I thought I’d share. No, this won’t become a baby blog. But be generous. Give me today and I promise I’ll shut up about it. If anything, I hope you can smile at my misery.

November 10th:

There was an extra pink line on a pregnancy test this morning.

I woke up my husband who said, ‘I don’t think that’s a positive’ and goes back to sleep.

November 14th:

Tried again. Definitely positive.

Took a photo with my cell phone and texted it to my husband saying, ‘HA! I told you so!’

Not exactly the romantic moment I anticipated.

November 25th:

Today is the first day morning sickness hit… and when I say ‘hit’, I mean ‘knocked me off my feet, can’t even think of food anytime this century’. Leave it to my kid to announce itself on Thanksgiving.

My husband, who heard that lack of morning sickness could mean a miscarriage in the future, said, ‘I’m so glad you’re sick.’

I didn’t hit him… but that was only because I lying on the floor with a cold towel across my forehead and couldn’t reach.

December 7th:

At 2:00 a.m., I have an argument with the baby. I demand not to be sick between the hours of 8:00 p.m. and 8:00 a.m.

The baby thinks that’s hilarious.

I wake up my husband. If I’m miserable, he’s going to be miserable.

December 20th:

Dropped off a pair of pants to be shortened at the alterations place. The cashier told me they would be ready next week. ‘But they won’t FIT next week!’ I whined. She looked at me confused. ‘Uh. Christmas weight.’ I muttered, apologized, and walked out.

December 24th:

Tell my husband’s family about the baby. There is a solid 3 minutes of shocked silence.

December 25th:

Tell my family about the baby. No one believes me.

I’m starting to see a theme here.

My mother asks how Chris reacted when he found out. I made up a story about how we both cried for joy and embraced. Heaven forbid she finds out it was via text in an ‘I told you so’ message.

January 6th:

Still in salary negotiations for the new position at work. I don’t want to come to the table with a ‘handicap’ so I don’t mention the whole ‘baby’ thing. At three months, I’m not showing at all. I’m crossing my fingers that my ab muscles will hold tight at least 3 more weeks…maybe 5.

Feb. 1st:

The promotion is in the bag so I can finally share the news!!

Our finances have taken another crazy turn. Remember when I said we were going to pay everything off by early/mid 2011?

That was before November 10th.

What changed on November 10th?

We found out about my July 2011 hospital stay…

To have our first baby.

I’m so sorry not to have told you earlier. I wanted to wait until the promotion/raise was settled. The very last thing I wanted to have hanging over my head at the negotiating table was my impending short term disability. Then after the promotion, I didn’t want to say, ‘Hey, thanks for the promotion. Can we talk about temps now? Cause I’m preggo.’

So how will this change things for our debt? We decided to pay regular payments in December and January but after that, we’re pushing the pause button on our debt reduction and stashing cash.

After the baby is born, we are hoping to have enough left over to pay one big payment and kill our remaining debt.

How will the blog change? The most important part, I’ll still work to reduce spending, save money, and smile while doing it. I’ll have a counter that has the amount in our savings. Our debt will stay fairly stagnant but our savings will grow leaps and bounds.

I hope you’ll stay to read the journey. The next five or so months will be an interesting ride.

I am sooooooo very excited.

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  • Original Debt: $38,495.86
  • Added Debt: $1,781.50
  • Total Debt: $40,277.36
  • Paid: $36,084.36
  • Remaining: $4,193.00
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