Okay so let’s see…
So the thing that keeps running through my head the most is: The only two emotions are fear and Love. Less fear. More love. Okay, dudes? K.
YNAB ( You need a budget) is all the bae you will ever need. It’s really life altering. I have all kinds of goof ass issues around money. But almost all of it is based in Fear with a capital F. YNAB is helping me to view money and bills and all that stuff with Love with a capital L. Its a process but when I do use it and actually do it is definitely more love most times. Admittedly, when I have less than I want and need the fear creeps up. HOWEVER. I always have enough. Mostly, by miracles cause Jesus is the homie but also by ME. Cause I’m out here doing it. And I’m doing a pretty bang up job.
So the thing about YNAB is that ” Every dollar has a job” So when you get income you assign every dollar a job by category and that’s that. This month, I decided that I didn’t want to assign ANY dollars to eating out. This was a big deal because eating out is one of my most favorite things ever. But Looking over the purchases from my restaurants categories I realized I wasn’t using that money for very many enjoyable and really lovely eating out experiences. I took the kids to a brazillian steakhouse well worth the exorbitant price. They loved it and we had a blast. But for the most part, I’ve been using the money that I’ve assigned to this category for like quick drive through runs for quick dinners to places that I don’t want to give any of my eating out money too. So I cooked and planned ahead and save for a few emergency slip ups. We did great and I saved a ton of money.
I think the most important thing that happens with the YNAB is that knowing that every dollar has a job makes me think really carefully about the assignment I want to send them on. Like if I have $20 bucks left do I really want to spend 5 bucks hear and there on some random value meals? Or do I want to take the $20 and go to that new amazing restaurant I’ve been dying to try? It’s a pretty easy choice for me.
I am unhealthily obsessing over getting a gym membership. I really, REALLY, REALLY, like going to the GYM. LIKE REALLY. When I get into a groove and go regularly. That shit is like AIR to me. But here are the things:
1. I like going to the gym whenever the fleek I want to. Sometimes at 3am, I want to run until I almost vomit on the treadmill and then cool myself down by jumping in the pool. I like going at 6:23AM when all the lunkheads are just feeling that wave of roid rage hit. Or at 11:16 when the Mocha Moms, elderly ladies, and I go and Zumba are asses off. Or right at 5:30pm when we all stand and impatiently wait for the folks who beat the rush hour to get off of the F-ing elliptical already.
2. I mentioned this above but I NEED a freaking pool and a hot tub. I know most gym pools are cesspools but lawd. I live for that after workout hot tub time. The joy I feel from literally sitting there boiling in my own filth with 3 old ladies, a dirty old man and at least 4 couples trying to casually HJ each other is remarkable.
3. I need childcare. I RARELY leave the kids with anyone ever at all I actually actively go out of my way to plan my life so that I’m available and present with these jokers. Every other weekend, I can sophistiratchet , kick it karate, and boo and bae it up but the rest of that time if for the KidTV’s. It works and it Non-Negotiable. HOWEVER, I also love the HELL out of zumba, cardio kickboxing, hip-hop yoga, or what ever other ridiculous group fitness classes that are all the rage at the moment. And those are ALWAYS during the worst times ever. So I’m okay with spending 2 of those hours, Swiveling my hips to the musical stylings of Pitbull while the kids play and lick germs off the other kids in the Daycare area.
4. I AM NOT PAYING 50-11 gamillion dollars, hoe. So this is where I need to kind of figure it out right? So that $20 for that ONE nice meal at the new restaurant we talked about earlier? YASS GAWD. Only $20 for one meal? That is an amazing value. I’ll take 4 please. BUT $29 a month for the GYM? Bish is you sick? What kind of highway robbery, scam racket are they running up in this joint? NOPE. Not today, satan. NOT TODAY. Also THEY betta not try to charge me a gamillion dollars for the daycare we discussed above. $2 per hour per kid TOPS…
So there is a gym like negative -5 seconds from my house. Literally, RIGHT up the street from me.
It’s $30 a month and some exorbitant initiation fee but the kids care is $15 per month per kid. So I would pay $45 for child care but only $30 for the club. It is also NOT 24 hours. It has the audacity to be closed at 8 pm on some days? Really BISH? REALLY?
Its also has the worst times and selections of available group classes. Like 2 a day. 2:17pm Golden Sneaker Boot Camp and 8:52am Yoga for Starbucks and Yugi-oh Enthusiasts. Or some shit but basically the times don’t work.
The pool smells like ass cranks and cheese so… I guess, I got that going for me. Lol
So uh… Yeah. No gym for me… Yet. But some how. Soon. I’m going to figure it out. I miss the gym and that has to change.
I didn’t go to church enough this month. I’m not happy with that but I didn’t go last week either so there’s that. I really want to like the local churches I’ve gone to a couple times here but I’m not in love yet. Either way that’s not an excuse as to why I can’t go and get my life at any church on a Sunday. It centers me. It’s so good for me. So…???
Boundaries are hard. But also extremely awesome. There are a lot of people who I would prefer not to read this who are reading this right now because they won’t respect my boundaries anywhere ever. But I mean this is my public blog so I mean what do I expect. I know they are here… (WHY?) but I enjoy the words so I’m going to keep writing them…
That being said I would like to DRRAAAGGGGG a couple of peoples but I shant. If you think its you… IT IS. Basically, I’m really pleased with the distance, I’ve put in between myself and many others and I’m also really pleased at the closeness I’ve gotten with myself and some other others. And that’s all I’ve got to say about that. ;p
Started wearing less and going out more
Running out of pages in your passport…
PS. Please STOP calling me on your cell phone. Late night when you need the love you should have gotten from your parents, yourself, and your current partner.
K. Thnx. Bai.
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