Riot and Frolic

a mostly ballroom dance, but also a bunch of other stuff, blog

  • Dude.

    Apple Week.

    How can one NOT be excited when there's food involved?

    Monday

    Apple cards: I made my own template for a cut-open apple using some parchment paper and MY IMAGINATION. 

    Again, I reliquished my not-so-inner perfectionist and let the ladies loose with their sketchy hand-eye coordination and scissors.

    Zoo REALLY likes using scissors (she qualifies as a Big Girl with this skill) and was doing a pretty bang-up job, but I wasn't giving her new things to snip quickly enough, so she got creative.  Is it weird that I like hers the best?

    The girls chose a few lucky recipients to receive their cards, complete with pictures drawn on the inside that had THE MOST AMAZING AND NONSENSICAL storylines which were written down by me on the back of the card.  

    Total time at the table: 15 minutes.  

    [Sorry, Mae Cake, for sealing your envelope before the photo shoot.  You'll get above-the-fold next time for sure.]

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    Tuesday

    Apple straw toppers: using another SUPER CREATIVE template that resembled an apple (WHY DIDN'T I USE THE APPLE LOGO?!), my meditative use of children-using-scissors time, and glue sticks, we put together these superfluous straw thingies.  

    Total time: 5 minutes?  

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    Wednesday

    Slight cop out…

    A video!: the old school Disney story on Johnny Appleseed.

     

    Americana!

    Thursday

    Let's just pretend I did something awesome and creative on Thursday instead of getting my hair done and taking a nap.  

    Friday

    Field Trip Friday: Aamodt's Apple Farm.  Freezing!  Blustery!  Raining!  Perfect apple picking weather!  

    After tasting ALL THE APPLES, we headed into the elements to make a grab at some Haralson stragglers, take some terrible pictures, and then pick up wine and more apples and maybe some donuts on our way out.

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    Still on tap for this week (because "week" is a loosely time-based term around here) is whipping up this apple cake and topping it with cinnamon ice cream because CINNAMON ICE CREAM.  

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  • This is not aimed at you, small weird offspring of mine.  No, it's aimed at YOU, my dancerly friends and acquaintances.

    Stop trying to grow up so fast.  

    Ballroom dancing is a great, social, musical, fun, athletic thing to do.  

    It is also a technical, PROGRESSIVE, CUMULATIVE skill to learn.

    I promise, PROMISE, PROMISE that feeling a sense of prowess in one level will make the next level of dancing possible/easier/pretty.

    know that those more advanced levels look super fun, everyone else is doing it, and you can totally do it.  

    In time.

    So many of you dolls see one amazing Open Professional event and want to copy it the next day. [You can also sub in "Dancing With The Stars Routine" or "scene from a movie" or "this thing I saw in the club" or even "instructional video" for "Open Professional event".]  Even if you could replicate the steps, can you do them with the technique that has been honed with hours and hours of practice?  

    Any of the situations above are GOALS, y'all: be That Guy in the club (with all the sweet moves who all the ladies want to dance with), look like Edita and Mirko (oh, that hair), have a sexy transformation like [insert nerd character from any dance movie] in [that one dance movie], perform a routine that gets a 10 from any judge, etc.  

    But like any skill, you have to learn the basics.

    For comparison, imagine you walked into a ballet studio and said, "I just watched Swan Lake and want to do that.  So, teach me how to do that."  That, meaning, dance in pointe shoes.

    Seven years later, after working at the barre in one of five positions for HOURS AND HOURS,  you might be in pointe shoes doing a mediocre version of some of the choreography from Swan Lake.  

    [AND WHO DOESN'T WANT TO DO POINTE WHEN THEY SEE BALLET?!  IT'S SO AWESOME!!]

    A Quiz

    Circle that which most applies:

    1) Do you remember learning how to read?  Probably not, but your parents do.  

    A) English is confusing.  

    B) How do you not remember that word that you just read three words ago?!  

    C) Did you have to sound out "the" ONE MILLION TIMES before you recognized that it was "the"?

    D) Did you have to read "The Cat in the Hat" before reading Shakespere, or even Nancy Drew books?  

    E) All of the above

    2) Likewise, a sports reference:

    A) Could you catch a ball the first 200 times you tried?  

    B) When you did catch that ball, was it bigger than the total volume of your body?

    C) Could you throw with ANY accuracy the first 200 times you tried?

    D) When you could finally catch that ginormous ball, did you try and fail with a slightly smaller ball 200 times before you could mostly catch and throw with some skill?

    E) All of the above

    It's E.  E is the right answer. 

    As much as we'd like to think our learning curves accelerate as we get older, they don't.*  Ask yourself how many times you've really done that box step, the underarm turn, the progressive change step, a twinkle; how many times have you REALLY practiced your Latin motion, or your rise and fall.  

    You have to do it SO MANY TIMES before you really know it.  

    And if you go on to something that looks fancier before you master that thing that is simple, it will be so not fancy and SO HARD.  

    And you'll do it wrong for SO LONG.  

    And then you'll have to master the thing anyway, just using more complicated steps and TIME.

    And you'll get frustrated trying to break the bad habits that you formed by doing the thing the wrong way and you'll ask why you didn't learn it correctly the first time.

    MAYBE, your instructor was trying to teach you the right way and you didn't want to do it.  I've lost students because I wouldn't move them up to a level when they weren't ready for it.  More than a few of them have sheepishly told me I was right in trying to pound in the basics, albeit years later.  

    WINNING.

    [Maybe your instructor doesn't know the right way, or knows an old way, or is holding you in a level too long, or doesn't care about quality, and that's fine, as long as it's okay with YOU.  But if you're looking to master a skill and progress, then choose your instructor wisely.]

    The problem is it probably seeeeeeems like you've been at your level forever and everyone else is moving up soooooo fast, but let's do some research:

    • how often do you practice/take lessons? 
    • how much experience do you have in athletic movement?  do you have a high level of body awareness?
    • compared to "everyone else", ask yourself the same questions.
    • and those "everyone else" people, do you want to dance like them, or do you think they're moving up before they're actually ready?

    For reference, while practicing 5-10 hours a week (I'm a little obsessive), I was in Beginning level for 6 months, Bronze for 2 years, and Silver for 3+ years after doing elite gymnastics for 10 years before I started teaching.  [I'll go over the teaching journey another day.]

    Conquer your level with amazing excellence.  Know all the names for all the steps.  Dance those steps without a partner.  Learn the techniques, not only in your head, but your body as well.  Practice all of that 1000 more times.

    Stay children for a little longer, my friends.  Take your naps.  Recite your ABCs.  And remember those teenage years?  Let's try to avoid those all together.  

    *And that's science.

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    Three years ago: 'Tis the Season, in which I reference Tron.

  • In case you needed a reminder, there are rules for this subject.

    But let's get more in detail BECAUSE YOU ASKED:

    • Being pregnant is Weird.  
    • There is A PERSON in there.
    • THAT is Weird.
    • I sweat a lot as it is, and a lovely side effect (this time around) is that I sweat MORE.  There is not so much "glistening" as an often-needed towel.
    • I am out of breath: going up the stairs, making excited conversation (which is almost my job), after getting off the couch, whatevs.  Again, there's A PERSON in there; things are a little cramped, including my diaphragm.
    • I am crabby.  Make that "Crabby".  Along with the sweatiness and heavy breathing which are annoying, there's the HORMONES, and let me tell you, they are a force to be reckoned with.
    • I work in a world that expects a very high level of physical fitness and while I know it's A PERSON coming along in there, it is SHOCKING to have my midsection growing at this rate.  It is VERY difficult not to see it as "getting fat".
    • Along those lines, "the bump" has quickly developed to "the ball" and I haven't quite figured out my depth yet.  I have embarrassingly ran the extremity into people without the appropriate forethought.  
    • "Maternity fashion"? Oxymoron. It seems that the designers at many stores and brands (I'm looking at you, Motherhood Maternity) think that dressing a preggo lady means making the most frumpy, bump-obvious clothes possible.  "Have an empire waisted tent that happens to be too short to cover all of your belly."  NEAT.  Not that I'm trying to hide it, but can I wear something ANYTHING cute for the next four months?
    • I eat soft cheeses and deli meat, exercise, drink coffee, and do pretty much everything I did non-pregnant (except running… I just can't), but with the fun side effects listed above.  

    The correct response to this is "My, you look lovely today" (which at least one lovely man has used several times) and give me a damn cookie.

    🙂

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  • Cassette-default-tape-music

    Am I embarrassed about loving all of Christina Perri's songs?  MAYBE.  

    Was I late to the party on the Meghan Trainor train?  MAYBE.

    Do I make up for it a little with up-and-coming bands like Wet and Sylvan Esso?  MAYBE.

    Enjoy October, yo.

    October Mixed Tape by Kathryn Bratt on Grooveshark

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  • Recently, I got one of those damn FitBit devices.

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    I have the super boring black one, but I want THIS ONE

    I'm a sucker for fitness-tech gear and figured it was a nice stepping stone to getting a heart rate monitor.*

    Along with keeping track of my exercise (eventually there will running again) without draining my iPhone battery (plus I hate wearing an arm band while running), I've wanted to do some research on how many calories you really burn doing ballroom dancing in all its different forms: lessons, practicing, rounds, competitions, etc.  And because I don't believe the charts I've seen.

    After buying and using it for a couple months, here's what I learned along the way:

    Settings

    Especially if you're a ballroom dancer and want to stop swearing every time you look at your FitBit app, CHANGE THE SETTINGS.  

    When we spend a lot of time in dance frame, or practicing our Latin motion, we're not exactly racking up steps since our wrist isn't moving enough to garner any shock to our tracking device.  

    Likewise, even during a really good Jive or Swing, there's not enough of a jolt (damn you, foot articulation and body control!) to tell our tech we're really actually totally moving.  

    This is not what I want to see after teaching Cha Cha for 4 hours:

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    after a full day of teaching and dancing. [sad trombone]

    1 active minute?! 

    ONE?!

    Go to fitbit.com (you can't do it from your phone) and get thee to the "devices" menu under "settings".

    Change your "sleep tracking" to "sensitive".  

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    change this

    Suddenly, all those amazing steps you take (with your wrist basically still on someone's arm) will start counting.  (If you're mainly interested in sleep tracking, this will not work.  I'm only getting "4 hours of sleep" a night due to "restlessness" according to ye olde FitBit now. )

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    Super bonus setting: pregnancy or nursing setting.  WHAT. 

    Yes.

    Also, on the real website, under "settings", then "personal info", you can check several handy settings for the mothering active lady.  Apparently, it adjusts your caloric needs based on all that science-y stuff about having babies.  

    Fashion

    I got the Flex (wristband) because I did.  Sometimes, it looks dorky or doesn't coordinate with my Look for the day (hahahahaha, when I try).  Or I want to wear it, but don't want people to see it (dance comps).  Of course, you could invest in an array of colors to match any ensemble.  Or…

    Commiserating about fitness and fashion one day, one of our awesome students told me she had a Zip (the little clippy one).  Then, she showed me her brilliant solution – hanging it from the bridge of her bra!  

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    Invisible fitness tracker!  

     

    What's your story?  Do you do the whole fitness/tech thing?  What's your favorite app?  

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    *Anyone have a good recommendation for one?

  • Let's review the simpleness that was Theme Week #1:

    Monday

    Leaf Magnets: a fairly fool-proof craft that included enough exercise and education to look like a school thingy.

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    Tuesday

    Placecards: in case the girls got lost around our huge dining room table, I made (the ladies were too busy playing outside/helping pick up construction material from the siding that is getting put on our house [huzzah!]) the fantastically easy table decorations from Craft-a-Day, which I cannot recommend highly enough.

    The book is filled with [guess how many] 365 SUPER SIMPLE, QUICK, AWESOME CRAFTS.  Depending on your age range, you could complete most of the projects in under 10 minutes, with very basic art supplies (paper, scissors, and glue are the most needed).  It comes with templates to match the seasonal theme weeks [hmmmm, I wonder where I got the idea for theme weeks…] and is perfect for a soothing mini-craft session, or making stuff with kids.  

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    peanut butter cheerios are also highly recommended

    Also note our snazzy centerpiece, made with the leftover leaves from Monday's project.  

    Wednesday

    Leaf barrettes: also from the amazing Craft-a-Day, I traced the handy leaf template onto some felt, released my inner perfectionist, and let the girls (who more or LESS know how to use scissors) cut out their own leaves.  

    Mae Cake conceded after a few minutes and let me "finish" hers, V did a pretty good job, and Zoo's looked more like a diamond than a leaf, but they were all very proud of their work, and wore their hair ornaments proudly for the rest of the week.

    Even Zoo.  Who has minimal hair.

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    Thursday

    Thursday got away from me, theme-week-wise, since I finally got to break in my new waffle iron.  I diligently searched the interwebs for the most reliable looking recipe I could find and this one seemed to fit the bill: Waffle of Insane Greatness.  It was not badly named.

    I thought I died for a second when I took my first bite: crispy, chewy, salty, sweet… HOW DID I EVER LOVE EGGOS?!

    Eight waffles later (I SWEAR I MADE EXTRA FOR THE GUYS WORKING ON THE HOUSE), I had perfected my technique, but lost time (patience/energy) for making stuff.

    Friday

    Field trip to the Arboretum: the one in Chanhassen.  Why did people keep asking me "Which one?"  IS THERE MORE THAN ONE?!

    It's so damn pretty.  We saw about a tenth of it and I loved everything: flowers, trees (CHANGING COLORS!), waterfalls, ponds, herbs, maple syrup house, bakery…

    Um, the muffins there are amazing.  

    We're going back this month because A) the ladies are free B) I want to see ALL OF IT (there were rumors of fairy gardens and playgrounds, so… that's a whole day) C) you basically get a two-for-one with any paid admission.  

    Plus, I need to take more pictures like this:
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    Three years ago: A Hard Day's Night, in which I'm self-important.

  • Things have gotten REAL since my last take on ye olde bullet journal.  Not that this summer wasn't totally filled with adventures and expansions, but now there's school and more working and still feeding the people and cleaning the shelter.  

    Plus, there's this whole blog thing.  

    I needed to change up my weekly spread because

    • I wasn't using my cute and motivational sidebars
    • my to-list is more of a weekly thing, than a daily thing (with urgent things getting done first, of course) and is ever growing
    • I have several facets of my life that I wanted all boiled down on one page (with notes and business at length referenced elsewhere).

    Here was version 1.1 of the last spread:

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    Notice how the cleaning section is gone?  Yeeeeeeah.  That didn't work out great.  Not that my house is a mess, but having a cleaning schedule with simple chores relegated to certain days makes it easier to tell my children what to clean.  

    Okay, fine.  Sometimes I do it, too.

    This is what I'm working with now:

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    It's OS 2.0.  

    With the all-inclusive checklists and chores and things to do:

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    Problem: I've been so happy with the whole bullet journal thing that when I ran out of my fav Kraft Squared Large Moleskine Journal, I got all cocky and "upgraded" to a Large Moleskine Notebook.  Which are two TOTALLY DIFFERENT THINGS.  I even bought a cute little cover.  

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    Problem continued: while it's kind of a pain in the ass to transfer some collection pages from planner to planner, I feel like I'm outgrowing the half-sheet size of the "large".

    More problems: y'all, I think I need to upgrade to the Extra Large Moleskine.  I hate feeling like I'm squashing things in when I'm writing and that's what it feels like.  I, like the Dixie Chicks, like wide, open spaces.  But then [careful: whining follows] where do I put it?  I mean, obviously, I'll need to get a new bag or carry around my backpack like I'm still 20 but who am I kidding, I'll need to break out my bigger bag pretty soon anyways because diapers and 

    Well.  Let's just stop right there.

    Look!  There's Sam Rockwell dancing!

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    One year ago: The Garden of Good (and Barely Any Evil) : 2013 Part 3, in which I take a stab at things. 

     

  • (It's like Shark Week, but totally different.)

    In an effort to be even more of a nerd, I have declared a theme for every week around my house.  This week, it's LEAF WEEK.

    A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I "pinned" some super cool leaf magnets: leafs!  trapped in time!  under plastic!  on your fridge!

    Stoked and clearly underestimating the size of a standard leaf, I bought these laminating pouches:

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    Really? 2.5" by 3.5"? Have I ever seen a maple leaf?

    And since it was spring, I waited for fall…

    Two and half years later, after the inception of Leaf Week, I remembered that I had the supplies for CRAFT-TIME waiting for us.

    Here's the thing about making stuff with little kids.  It has to be STUPID EASY and take less than an hour.  Less than 10 minutes is usually even better.  And a back-up plan should be in place.  

    (I still have anxiety/inadequency issues about my kindergarten class going outside in winter [in full Minnesota snow regalia] to find nature-y things which we would then glue on paper.  I had bad-ass mittens on, so my hands were toasty, but I COULDN'T GRAB ANYTHING.  When I did take off a mitten and pick something up, it would fall out of my claw-like grasp the second I put my mitten back on.  Hence, back-up plan.  To eleviate future therapy concerns.)

    Leaf Magnets in 10 Easy Steps

    1. Walk to the park across the street, which is "soooooo far".
    2. At first mention of gigantic distance of park from house, start oooh-ing and aaaah-ing over the gorgeous leaves on the ground.  
    3. Pick up leaves to make a "bouquet".
    4. Point out small leaves for small children to pick up to fit in inappropriately-sized laminating sheets since most of the leaves they have delighted in are bigger than their heads.
    5. Direct leaf-selecting characteristics such as: pretty, green, brown, tiny, huge, yellow, orange, red, not covered in bugs.
    6. Walk "all the way home" with booty.
    7. Spread leaves out in the entryway and let small children tell you which ones will fit in the laminating thingies and which will not.  Be ridiculous in your estimations.  It's funnier that way.
    8. Place leaves on sticky surface of laminating pouches and marvel at the relative ease of this project.
    9. Glue magnets on backside of leafy refrigerator decorations.
    10. Give yourself a high five by pouring yourself some coffee.
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    Those extra leaves from the bouquets?  Yeah, they're table decorations now.  In vases.  And falling out of vases.  It is very autumnal around here.

    [Ingredients: leaves, laminating pouches, magnets, glue]

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    Nathan! It's NOT Shark Week

     One year ago: LLLL, in which I was horrible or not.

  • Back in the day, I went on at length about proficiency levels (Bronze, Silver, Gold, Open) in ballroom dancesport competitions.  This time, I'm going to BRIEFLY tell you about age categories.

    Ready?

    DANCE YOUR AGE CATEGORY.

    Sign up for the age category that you fit into RIGHT NOW.  Not the one you wish you were in, or one that applied ten years ago, or even one that you think you might pass for.

    Competitors who "dance down" (sign up for younger-than-applicable age categories) are not doing themselves a favor.  Classically, the B age categories are the most competitive levels (for ladies especially; in the gentlemen categories, it's usually even better at C).  

    Why?  Ladies that are 35+ or so are well out of college (and maybe even out of the debt that comes with it), have steady jobs, are very-able-bodied, and have free time.   In other words, they have the money, time, and energy to focus on ballroom.  The A division often doesn't have the money and time part, and the Cs are starting to lose the energy (although, dammit, if I haven't seen MANY awesome Ds).

    Hence the catchy nickname for the ladies (and gentlemen) of this age: Killer Bs.

    Also, if you're looking for your money's worth at a competition, I have often seen quarterfinals in freestyle events at the B level.  That means you could register to dance 6 dances and end up doing 18.  More dancing (as always) = more fun.

    Many of the same ideas apply to the C generation, just not in the same numbers.  As much as dancesport is for all ages, our joints and tendons and muscles don't always want to be pushed at a competitive level forever (this applies to all ages, but it tends to start happening more often at 50+ and THAT'S SCIENCE), so there aren't as many competitors in the… more… experienced… age categories. 

    The A division babies are insane.  Often fresh off high school or college athletic careers, they can DO things.  For better or for worse, they sometimes get pushed through the proficiency levels too quickly because of it, but see my personal note below for why it'll still work for them.

    CAVEAT!  It IS fun to dance down once in awhile, just to see what happens.  And often, as you get to be an octogernarian or nonagenarian (I've seen a few centenarians), you'll outgrow even the Senior multi-dance events and are going to have to dance down if you'd like to enter a multi-dance.

    ALSO FUN, if you're a Youth competitor, you may dance UP into the A category (as far as I remember).  If there's not usually a huge number of competitors in your Youth division (which there often isn't), I might sign up for the adult category if it's a possibility.

    Note for Amateur Couples

    • at any organization, if your partner is of a different age category than you, you must dance at the younger age division.  

    Personal Note

    Good GOD, if there was a Pro Masters category (or Senior I, as USADance endearingly calls my age range), I WOULD DO IT.  I swear, half of the people I compete against can't even hit the bar afterwards.  18- 23 year olds?  CRAZY.  SHAMELESS.  YOUNG.  I mean, I remember what I was like, so… Give me the 30+ crowd ANY DAY. 

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    Bonus material: this article made me laugh and laugh.  Oh God, and this, too.

    Best sandwich EVER: this.

    One year ago: Crafter's Block, in which I steal from other people's creativity.

    Two years ago: On Not Owning a Television, in which it longer seems that revolutionary.

    Three years ago: LLLL, in which I realize I have long hair.
     

  • I've been teaching ballroom dance at the University of Minnesota Ballroom Dance Club for a few years and at the beginning of each year, they have a really big shindig where the veteran club members demonstrate their skillz, crazy people teach group classes, everyone can try out some social dancing, and there's watermelon.   

    And it's free.  Everything.  Including the watermelon.  

    Of course, these poor kids get sucked into Ballroom Land and never want to leave.  Because MUSIC.  MOVING.  RHINESTONES.  CLASSY.  OPPOSITE SEX.  ANNUAL WATERMELON.

    And, as a college kid, ballroom dancing and most other things are pretty affordable.  Housing, transportation, food, even your hobbies. Especially at larger colleges, there is a club for EVERYTHING.  There are lots of college discounts, and sometimes, your parents are nice and still pay for things.  

    Recalling the easy days of finance, I nearly spun around during class tonight and yelled, "DON'T SIGN UP FOR THE CREDIT CARDS!  IT'S NOT WORTH THE FREE T-SHIRT!"  

    Hell, they're probably giving away something cooler now, but back in my day, it was mostly t-shirts in exchange for minimum monthly payments, high interest rates, and little chunks of your paychecks for the REST OF YOUR LIFE.  And maybe a free pen.

    Granted, in college, I had a pretty sweet job where I made a shit-ton of cash.  I'd pay for my tuition in cash at the bursar's office (after a sweaty and nervous bolt across campus with a fat bankroll), but my folks also paid my room and board for a year, or let me live at home.  I had bills (a pager! a car!) and not a lot of free time, but I was blissfully confident in owning a stupid piece of plastic with my name on it.  

    And for about 3 years, it was No. Problem.  College discounts.  Great job.  Free housing.  Boom.

    Then… I was out of school and didn't have a great [paying] job (because I was following my passion, so cheesy, but true) and after an admirable run of really responsible credit card useage, I became very, very irresponsible.  

    Long story short, after being a bit of a baller in high school and college and not having to deal with living within my means (not that I was drinking Courvoisier and driving a Benz; I had pretty simple desires at that point: a new case for my super fancy cell phone [$25] and some lip balm from The Body Shop [$8]), but once I didn't have money rolling in, I didn't know how to keep up. So, HELLO, unused credit cards!

    Several years have gone by, and the credit cards are mostly paid off (huzzah!), but I was still confused as to where our money was going.  I mean, we have the usual: a house, a business, a couple of credit cards, and student loans.  I have kids, therefore I'm adult-ish in the eyes of many, which makes me feel like I should have a reasonable state of affairs in the financial district of my brain.   But I didn't.

    Then, my broski-in-law mentioned this budgeting program called You Need a Budget, or YNAB, and I totally blew it off because of the worst-name-ever status and I used Mint.com and EVERYTHING'S FINE OVER HERE.  

    But then, he was still using the same stupid program the next time I saw him, which was seemingly  the longest-running responsible thing he had done [oh, come on, you know it was… back then… LOVE YOU!!!].  

    Jump to this year, and I'm feeling MY responsible streak coming on (although, I think in my case it's called "nesting"), and I text said broski and ask him if he's still using YNAB.  

    AND HE IS.  

    Well.

    I did research.  I watched videos.  I signed up for the free trial.  I made up some reasonable numbers to spend on things.  We more or less followed those numbers.  (There's even an app for that.)  I got The G on board.  

    It's been a month.

    And we've already paid off a credit card that was just sitting there being lame and a bit extra on our mortgage.  We've reined in our somewhat-outrageous food budget.  We've found cheaper, better options for some of our fixed expenses.  We've made adjustments where they're needed.  It's been pretty awesome, people.  Because, classically, money has STRESSED. ME. OUT.

    In a learn-from-my-mistakes kind of lesson, I'd highly recommend YNAB.  There's tons of resources and how-tos on their website and their customer service was amazing, even when I was on the trial version (one of the little ladies entered in $687987945725874598764.88 to the iPhone app when I wasn't looking and the app was having a really hard time coming to grips with that). 

    I even have a coupon for you to get $6 off, in case you want to buy it after the free trial.  

    YNAB coupon

    And guess what?  College students get it for free.

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    One year ago: the Garbage Challenge – Coffee, in which I have first world problems.

    Two years ago: LLLL, in which I am not shiny.