Part of living with the Frug is getting to hear all about other super-awesome Frugal People. There’s always more being written about minimalism and frugality and other crimes against humanity each day. Before I “retired” back in 2000, I was forced to read “Your Money or Your Life“…twice. UGH. Agony.
So, the Frug’s latest “hero” is Mr. Money Mustache. No, I am not making this up. His motto? “Stash Your Cash.” *groans* This guy lives with his wife and child somewhere in Colorado. They are “retired” and somehow only spend $25K a year. They still have health care, travel, have cell phones and cable. He also claims that they eat well – “mountains of organic food.” Hmm. He published his annual budget. Certain items made me gasp in horror. Example? “Mrs. Money Mustache’s ANNUAL Haircut.” ANNUAL?!!! And it was something like $20. I need to see a photo of Mrs. Money Mustache’s sweet ‘do. Another line item was groceries — $5,700 a YEAR. Now, that didn’t include wine which was $280 for the YEAR. So, all food and alcohol was $6K. I HATE HIM. Under “Shoes and Clothing” – $327. FOR THREE PEOPLE.
Other people hate him too. The Washington Post featured him last weekend (to the Frug’s utter delight and my disgust) and many people wrote in to bash him. Click here to read some comments that have been left for him. One of the kinder remarks referred to him as a “Smug Asshat“. lol
But this guy is the Frug’s idol. How in the world can *I* work with this? I do try to cut back on things. (do NOT roll your eyes at me) I try. But, I know I can never compete with Mrs. Money Mustache and her freaking Amish sister-wife hair ‘do. *sighs*
Have been battling the scale for a while now. No carbs. Exercising. Not even indulging in sugar-free crap. Results? ZERO.
I weigh in naked first thing in the morning. Shitty way to start the day, right? But, sometimes I’m sleepy and a good bitchslap from the scale wakes me up.
So, today. Get my usual “fuck you” from the scale, may she die in a fire. Then, I have a quick poop. Nothing record setting, but a poop nonetheless. “Hey,” I think, “maybe I lost some weight!”…because don’t we all wonder that sometimes?? Anyway, hop back on the scale. GAINED .3 lbs. MFWTF???
Jeans are tough no matter who you are or how old you are. I do worry about them on me. I have torso and thigh issues. Long torso and muscular thighs. The oft-mentioned Flintstone Syndrome. While I was wandering aimlessly around Pinterest (as one does), I found this person’s blog…she does a kick-ass job of exposing the Mom Jeans brands — GAP and Old Navy! Who knew?! And she helps regular women (including her own MOM) find flattering jeans. Check it out.
Of course she does. Porn is her obvious Next Big Thing.
Back to the photo above for a sec. Anyone else thanking God she is wearing her chonies? Whew.
So, the sad part (of many) is that she wrote to the president of the porn company (Vivid for you h00rs who want to look it up!) and he rejected her HARSHLY. How harshly? He said they are “not interested in Granny Porn“…GRANNY PORN! She is younger than I am!!!!
If I did porn it would NOT be Granny Porn…it would be horror of some sort, of course, but not Granny Porn.
*sighs* Sarcasmo. Literally growing daily. He is now officially 6’1″ and 154 lbs. At age 14. WTF? I need to stunt his growth somehow. Maybe hobble him? IDEK.
In addition to physically growing, he’s becoming more of a man in other ways too.
Went into his room yesterday to pick up the soaking wet towels he left on his bed and on the floor. Saw 2 empty Pepsi bottle, 3 half-empty water bottles, crumpled bags of chips, and candy wrappers. (and yet he is painfully skinny – NOT FAIR!)
Went into my bathroom, where he apparently showered. Discovered a box of tissues IN the shower as well as about 15 crumpled tissues. Who does that?? *praying he has a cold*
A quick check of my bathroom found a few pubes on the toilet seat, delightful tracks in the toilet, and zero TP left.