I read this really funny and entertaining book called Confessions of a Shopaholic. I think a movie is coming out next year based on the book. I don't consider myself a shopaholic (although maybe my husband does), but I can relate to a lot of it because of my problems overeating. This one section cracked me up (it's long, but I could use the typing practice, you know):
Frugality. Simplicity. These are my new watchwords. A new, uncluttered, Zen-like life, in which I spend nothing. Spend nothing. I mean, when you think about it, how much money do we all waste every day? No wonder I'm in a little bit of debt. And really, it's not my fault. I've merely been succumbing to the Western drag of materialism--which you have to have the strength of elephants to resist. At least, that's what it says in my new book.
You see, yesterday, when Mum and I went into Waterstone's to buy her paperback for the week, I sidled off to the self-help section and bought the most wonderful book I've ever read. Quite honestly, it's going to change my life. I've got it now, in my bag. It's called Controlling Your Cash by David E. Barton, and it's fantastic. What it says is that we can all fritter away money without realizing it, and that most of us could easily cut our cash consumption by half in just one week.
In one week!
You just have to do things like make your own sandwiches instead of eating at restaurants and ride a bike to work instead of taking the tube. When you start thinking about it, you can save money everywhere. And as David E. Barton says, there are lots of free pleasures which we forget because we're so busy spending money, like parks and museums and the simple joy of a country walk...
It's all so easy and straightforward. And the best thing is, you have to start out by going shopping! The books says you should begin by itemizing every single purchase in a single normal spending day and plot it on a graph. It stresses that you should be honest and not suddenly curtail or alter your spending pattern--which is lucky, because it's Suze's birthday on Friday and I've got to get her a present.
So on Monday morning, I stop of at Lucio's on the way into work and buy an extralarge cappuccino and a chocolate muffin, just like I usually do. I have to admit I feel a bit sorrowful as I hand over my money, becaue this is my last-ever cappuccino and my last-ever chocolate muffin. My new frugality starts tomorrow--and cappuccino's aren't allowed. David E. Barton says if you have a coffee habit you should make it at home and take it to the office in a flask, and if you like eating snacks you should buy cheap cakes from the supermarket...
As I come out of the coffee shop, clutching my last-ever cup, I realize I don't actually have a flask for coffee. But that's okay, I'll buy one. There are some lovely sleek chrome ones in Habitat. Flasks are actually quite trendy these days. I think Alessi might even do one. Wouldn't that be cool? Drinking coffee out of an Alessi flask. Much cooler than take-away cappuccino.
So I'm feeling quite happy as I walk along the street. When I get to Smiths I pop in and stock up on a few magazines to keep me going--and I also buy a sweet little silver notebook and pen to write down everything I spend. I'm going to be really rigorous about this, because David E. Barton says the very act of noting down purchases should have a curtailing effect. So when I get into work, I start my list.
Cappucino 1.50 pounds
Muffin 1.00 pounds
Notebook 3.99 pounds
Pen 1.20 pounds
Magazines 6.40 pounds
Which makes a grand total so far of...14.09 pounds [this is $21.75]
Gosh. I suppose that's quite a lot, bearing in mind it's only nine-forty in the morning. But the notebook and pen don't count, do they? They're like course requirements. I mean, how on earth are you supposed to note down all your purchases without a notebook and pen? So I subtract both of those, and now my total comes to ...8.90. Which is much better.
Anyway, I'm at work now. I probably won't spend anything else all day.
You see, yesterday, when Mum and I went into Waterstone's to buy her paperback for the week, I sidled off to the self-help section and bought the most wonderful book I've ever read. Quite honestly, it's going to change my life. I've got it now, in my bag. It's called Controlling Your Cash by David E. Barton, and it's fantastic. What it says is that we can all fritter away money without realizing it, and that most of us could easily cut our cash consumption by half in just one week.
In one week!
You just have to do things like make your own sandwiches instead of eating at restaurants and ride a bike to work instead of taking the tube. When you start thinking about it, you can save money everywhere. And as David E. Barton says, there are lots of free pleasures which we forget because we're so busy spending money, like parks and museums and the simple joy of a country walk...
It's all so easy and straightforward. And the best thing is, you have to start out by going shopping! The books says you should begin by itemizing every single purchase in a single normal spending day and plot it on a graph. It stresses that you should be honest and not suddenly curtail or alter your spending pattern--which is lucky, because it's Suze's birthday on Friday and I've got to get her a present.
So on Monday morning, I stop of at Lucio's on the way into work and buy an extralarge cappuccino and a chocolate muffin, just like I usually do. I have to admit I feel a bit sorrowful as I hand over my money, becaue this is my last-ever cappuccino and my last-ever chocolate muffin. My new frugality starts tomorrow--and cappuccino's aren't allowed. David E. Barton says if you have a coffee habit you should make it at home and take it to the office in a flask, and if you like eating snacks you should buy cheap cakes from the supermarket...
As I come out of the coffee shop, clutching my last-ever cup, I realize I don't actually have a flask for coffee. But that's okay, I'll buy one. There are some lovely sleek chrome ones in Habitat. Flasks are actually quite trendy these days. I think Alessi might even do one. Wouldn't that be cool? Drinking coffee out of an Alessi flask. Much cooler than take-away cappuccino.
So I'm feeling quite happy as I walk along the street. When I get to Smiths I pop in and stock up on a few magazines to keep me going--and I also buy a sweet little silver notebook and pen to write down everything I spend. I'm going to be really rigorous about this, because David E. Barton says the very act of noting down purchases should have a curtailing effect. So when I get into work, I start my list.
Cappucino 1.50 pounds
Muffin 1.00 pounds
Notebook 3.99 pounds
Pen 1.20 pounds
Magazines 6.40 pounds
Which makes a grand total so far of...14.09 pounds [this is $21.75]
Gosh. I suppose that's quite a lot, bearing in mind it's only nine-forty in the morning. But the notebook and pen don't count, do they? They're like course requirements. I mean, how on earth are you supposed to note down all your purchases without a notebook and pen? So I subtract both of those, and now my total comes to ...8.90. Which is much better.
Anyway, I'm at work now. I probably won't spend anything else all day.
A lot of times I hear or read things that either amaze me or amuse me, so I thought I would highlight them on Wednesdays regularly. You all know how consistent I am with Friday Fill-ins, so I have high hopes of doing this every week [said with sarcasm].Here are the words from a Weezer song I heard this morning. Maybe it's old, but it's the first time I had heard it and I am amused easily. I don't even know if it is supposed to be funny. It was somehow funnier listening to being sung, but here it is:
If you want to destroy my sweater. (I don't want to destroy your tank-top.)
Pull this string as I walk away. (Let's be friends and just walk away.)
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked. (Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies.)
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor I've come undone!.....
I finally bought the new Snow Patrol album, and it's pretty good, not awesome. Here are some lyrics that just don't do anything for me:Pull this string as I walk away. (Let's be friends and just walk away.)
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked. (Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies.)
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor I've come undone!.....
Two weeks later like a surplus reprieve
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside.
I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside.
What the heck?! Gross!!
I haven't read much this last week, so I'll just share one of my favorite parts from The Book Thief, since that is our upcoming book club selection. This is Death speaking:
"On June 23, 1942, there was a group of French Jews in a German prison, on Polish soil. The first person I took was close to the door, his mind racing, then reduced to pacing, then slowing down, slowing down . . .
Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. . .
They were French, they were Jews, and they were you."
Please believe me when I tell you that I picked up each soul that day as if it were newly born. I even kissed a few weary, poisoned cheeks. I listened to their last gasping cries. Their vanishing words. I watched their love visions and freed them from their fear. . .
They were French, they were Jews, and they were you."
I don't know how this comes across out of context, but I was bawling when I read this part.
And last of all, Amy's paragraph on what she's thankful for (unedited, which will be obvious):
But apparently not good old mom And dad.
And last of all, Amy's paragraph on what she's thankful for (unedited, which will be obvious):
There are many reasons that I am thankful. First, I am thankful for my cusens and my cusens that move. Also, I am thankful for my hous becaus the things in it. But most of all, my stuft amimle named truncy. Obviously, I am thankful for a Lot of things.
But apparently not good old mom And dad.
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