Sunday, September 6, 2009

Did I ever tell you that I've come to hate my car? Let me remind you...

The power locks malfunction regularly. The power lock button on the driver's side door doesn't work, so you either have to unlock each door manually (i.e., reach in the back seat and pull up the little stick) or reach across to the passenger side and hit that button. The remote doesn't work. The alarm goes off just about every time you open the door and can only be stopped by starting the engine. You cannot use the key to unlock the driver's door. Ever.

Read here if you would like the full account.

At first, this was all slightly amusing. Being excited about the new car, it was just interesting to learn what quirks and character it would bring. After a while, it became annoying, especially as the quirks somehow managed to morph and become increasingly more complicated. Now, I confess, I become quite angry as I fight through all the stupid things it takes just to get in the car. Irrational, perhaps, but no less frustrating. Add to this my ever-active toddler and almost eight months worth of pregnant...

...and now cry when you can't get the door open without the alarm going off, the locks perpetually bouncing up and down, with no easy way to stop the alarm or get the back door open to gain access to the carseat in which to contain the toddler who is running in circles yelling "uh-oh" repeatedly because of the alarm.



My Solution:
Buy a new car.




Honest to goodness, that's the conclusion I finally came down to. It is way too much hassle and effort to manage the car we have, and the idea of doing that all with Jane and a newborn just sounds nightmare-ish enough that I'd prefer a less-aesthetically appealing car (i.e., no leather seats or multi-disc CD player) that simply isn't possessed.

Loving husband that he is, Chris agreed to go with me to a dealership and check out our options. What we wanted to know: 1) what kind of trade-in value we could expect for the Mountaineer, 2) what kind of money we would expect to spend for a car that's really worth having, and 3) if there was a car out there that would meet our space requirements (two carseats comfortably and all the stuff that goes with the bodies in those carseats) and have a higher gas mileage than an SUV, thus saving us money in the long run.

What we learned: 1) we can get about $2,000 trade-in value. 2) For a serious long-term family car, we can expect to spend no less than $9,000-10,000, probably more, even after the trade. 3) Yes, cars do exist that could comfortably fit our family both in terms of backseat leg-room and trunk space. And they get mileage closer to 25-30 mpg, as opposed to Merc's 14 mpg.

After visiting a few different dealerships just to know what was out there, we came home and crunched the numbers, discussed the options, crunched some more numbers, discussed more, when to bed, had one middle-of-the-night epiphanous moment, avoided further discussion, heard one inspired Relief Society lesson, discussed again, and came to a conclusion.


The Verdict:
No new car.



sigh

On paper, we can afford a car payment. We don't have the money to pay cash upfront this time without depleting all the savings that we have managed to re-accumulate since we bought Merc, making a loan necessary for getting a car. Using some of our savings, we could pay the car payments while still making all our other bills and expenses. Come January, Chris will have graduated and will be working full time. Between that and my full-time salary, we would have plenty of money to pay for a car.

The catches (yes, plural):

Chris is graduating. While we have fairly good reason to expect well in terms of employment, that is a pretty shaky time to take on a large amount of debt before we know where we really stand.

We are still paying off my student loans. If we don't have a car payment, then come that time when we have double salaries coming in, we should be able to pay off my student loans entirely by this time next year.

We're having a baby in roughly six weeks. Who knows what that really means, but I'm sure it's significant here.


sigh again


I still want a new car. I'm sure the situation is somewhat exacerbated by my level of pregnant-ness, but give me a little credit: would you want to deal with all of that annoyance in one car? But, after a long monologue in my head after waking up to go to the bathroom at 4:30 this morning, I realized that this is probably something I just need to live with for a while longer. I really don't want a car payment. There are other things that I would rather spend my money on, including saving up for a down payment on a house. And I would dearly love to not have any student loans anymore.

Relief Society today had one of those lessons where I was pretty sure that it was planned out exactly for me. The lesson was based on Robert D. Hales' talk in the last General Conference: Becoming Provident Providers Temporally and Spiritually. It is an excellent talk, I suggest you read it if you have the inclination.

One quote that I like was this, said in reference to something that his wife had said to him early in their marriage:

I have learned that the three most loving words are “I love you,” and the four most caring words for those we love are “We can’t afford it.

After my discussion with myself in the middle of the night, the lesson just seemed to be confirming what I had already concluded. I want a new car, but I don't need one right now. In the long run, yes, it would be better for us to not own this particular car. But the time to make that switch needs to wait for at least a year or so. At that time, we will have little or no debt and we will know our long-term financial situation, making it much more financially sound to consider a car loan.

sigh

In the meantime, it's up to me to choose to be happy about it, like Brother Flammer said in an Institute class last Friday night. Well, I might not be happy about Merc's stupid quirks, but I can at least not get excessively frustrated every time I go out to the car.



Maybe after a while I can make it funny again.



By the way...

In case you're wondering, we have investigated the possibility of getting the weirdness with the locks repaired. Verdict: not realistically possible, from what we can tell. We talked to a dealership about it, but they had never heard of the problem. It would take probably several hours, for which we would pay labor fees, to figure out what might be wrong. Then we would probably pay more for them to fix it, including parts and labor, and that's just hoping that they figured out the right thing and it would really be fixed.

Chris did some research on his own on the internet and came across a few separate accounts in which people who owned this same model described an identical problem. Their attempts at repair were entirely unsuccessful, including spending several hundred dollars at a dealership to no avail. I don't want to spend that much money just to have the same problem continue.

So in case you were wondering, no, we aren't going to get it fixed. We're just going to live with it until we have the money to buy a new car. Or until I drive it off a cliff.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

More Pregnant Moments

I put the milk away in the laundry room.

I use my house key to unlock my classroom and my school key to unlock my house...or at least I try.

I woke up at 2:30 in the morning and panicked that I had forgotten to pick up my class from computers.

I left the store with my groceries and walked about five cars past where I was parked.

I called Jane by the baby's name. I know they're sisters, but...the baby's not even born yet.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Since school started, I have...

...discovered which of my 26 students are going to be the most challenging--and the most entertaining--this year.

...compiled a list of all the random health issues my different students have: type 1 diabetes requiring daily insulin shots during class, asperger's, OCD, ADHD, peanut allergy requiring an epipen on hand at all times, and a dye allergy (no Red 40, Blue 5, etc.). He has his own bag of candy stashed in the cupboard so he can have one of those in case the rest of us are eating something he can't have.

...made my class practice lining up more than a dozen times--and that was just on the first day.

...started reading Peppermints in the Parlor to my kids. They informed me it's much more entertaining if I create different voices for all the characters. Request granted.

...started reading Dealing with Dragons to myself. No voices required.

...received a round of applause from the faculty at my school when I announced that I wrote down one page of directions on how to use a machine that the principal gave to everyone--and taught no one how to use.

...seriously neglected the cleaning of my house. Hooray for a willing husband and a daughter who takes great amusement in following directions--sometimes.

...sprouted another UTI/kidney infection. Make this #6...or #7...since I've been pregnant. I've lost count.

...been called as the ward chorister and choir director. I have never directed a choir. My bishop is an accomplished director, if I understand correctly--pressure's on. (P.S. Did I ever tell you that I'm having a baby in a month and a half? How does that fit with directing a choir?)

...went on a date with my husband. Finally! Neither of us could remember the last time we were able to go out on a simple date without bringing Jane along. We went to Iron Gate Grill for dinner, bought The Iron Giant at Walmart, then went to see Harry Potter 6 in the theater. Yay for babysitters! Thanks, Delia.

...seen two of my students at the theater. I'm curious on Monday to find out if they thought it was really cool to see me, or if it was one of those weird "my teacher has a life outside of school?!" moments.

...ordered the "prenatal cradle". Basically, it's a huge brace that helps support the belly weight by spreading it out to the shoulders and more evenly across the back. Best part: it's 80% covered by my insurance. We can pick it up on Monday.

...taught Jane to enjoy plain flour tortillas. Now we're working on how to fold them properly--in half three times, so it looks like a multi-layered slice of pizza. She can also appreciate a good ol' bowl of rice and ketchup.

...discovered that Jane knows how to dance. Believe me, she didn't learn this from us.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Parental Pleas

I have two requests today: one to the parents of students in school, and the other as a parent myself.

#1: Please don't keep your kids out of school for stupid reasons!
(Excuse my language--stupid is not allowed in my classroom.)

One student missed the first two days of school for a family vacation. Another student missed the first two days this week to stay home and help his mom babysit his nieces. A third student's mother came to me today and informed me that he is going to miss all of next week for a family reunion. The best part: the reunion starts on THURSDAY. He's just leaving Monday for the fun of hanging out with his grandparents.

Ok, I'm not trying to sound cynical or rude or anything. I understand that there are times when a child needs to miss school for legitimate reasons. But babysitting is not a legitimate reason! They are kids, not adults. They should be in school. Family vacations should be scheduled when school is not in session. Don't wait until school has started and then leave town! I understand that things come up: family emergencies, death of a relative...but your annual family vacation? How about July?

So that's that. I just needed to vent. If you do choose to put your children into public school, please plan your vacations accordingly. And find a babysitter that is over the age of eighteen who isn't subject to truancy laws for missing school.


#2: Please don't ask me how I'm feeling.

I'm more than seven months pregnant. I'm uncomfortable. I'm hot. I'm sore. I'm exhausted. Yes, I'm tired of being pregnant and yes, I just want the baby to come now.

When someone asks how I'm doing, I find myself faced with a dilemma. My choices: one, I can lie and say I'm fine. Two, I can tell the truth and tell every person how I'm actually feeling, which is generally a lengthy list of negatives. I don't find either option appealing--especially since most people don't actually want to hear it, really.

And: It's always been a pet peeve of mine when people say "Are you ok?" It's my opinion that people only ask that when it is obvious something is wrong. So why ask for information that you already know? Don't ask me if I'm ok. If I'm not, I probably don't want to have it pointed out again. Likely as not, I already know that I'm not ok. If I am ok, why are you asking?


Deep breath. Ok, I'm done. I just wanted to vent. Now you all know. Don't worry, I'm generally healthy and happy. No need to be concerned. :)

Thursday, August 20, 2009

thinking about ketchup

Well, not really--I haven't had any rice in days. I was actually thinking about "catch up" because I just posted two other posts about recent Wampler adventures, but "ketchup" sounded funnier in my head. But a joke isn't actually funny if you have to explain it. Sigh for dumb jokes. Anyway, I've caught up with the major events, but I still feel like writing tonight, so I'm going to think out loud and tell you about whatever pops into my head...even if it's as lame as ketchup.

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I bought a new watch this week. The battery in my old watch kept stopping for a while, then starting again randomly. That's not exactly reliable for keeping track of time, especially now that school has started and my schedule really matters. So I bought a new one at ShopKo. There wasn't anyone working at the jewelry counter and I wasn't able to get it adjusted right then. I was headed to Walmart later anyway, so I had the band adjusted there.

While I was waiting for the worker to finish, I noticed a paper taped to the counter providing information for the employees. The note listed all the brands that Walmart is willing to service (adjust bands, replace batteries, etc.). There was also a list of all the brands that they would not service. At the end, there was a statement to this effect: Use common sense. If it looks expensive, tell them no.

FYI: If you have an expensive watch, don't take it to Walmart.

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I started school today. I've decided that I'm not a huge fan of the first day. Everything went just fine, but it seems like something of a wasted day. I have to spend hours going over procedures and setting up routines--I willingly admit that it is very important for the success of the rest of the school year, but I get bored. I want to get into actual teaching and not just talking at them all day.

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With all the getting ready for school this week my house has been sorely neglected. One couch is completely covered with stuff that has been dumped when coming in the front door, the floor hasn't been vacuumed in probably a week, and the kitchen...let's just say it's not good. Especially the smell. It makes me glad that school starts on a Thursday, as random as that seems. I'll be glad to have a short day tomorrow and then the weekend to get caught up a bit at home.

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I'm still not a huge fan of being pregnant. I've been way more sore this time around than I ever was with Jane. I'm sure that has something to do with Jane, actually, since last time I didn't have a toddler to chase down, pick up, carry, and otherwise strain my body on behalf of. I mentioned it at my doctor's appointment yesterday and was told that I can basically just expect everything to get worse as I get bigger, and now that I'm back at school and will be on my feet a lot more. Sigh. I'm not looking for sympathy or pity or anything. I'm just talking to myself, mostly. I have heard of a pregnancy brace that can help support the belly weight and relieve strain from a lot of other areas...I'm working on finding out if my insurance will cover any or all of the cost before I buy it. It sounds promising, though, and still worth it even if I have to pay it all myself.

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Speaking of being pregnant, my baby has the hiccups right now. They are big enough hiccups that I can sit here and watch my entire stomach bounce up and down without my ever moving...

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I'm not a grand hairstylist for myself, and even less so for Jane. (I posted about that very issue on the Village--feel free to share any insights.) BUT! I finally have proof that I do indeed fix Jane's hair on rare occasion.


I'm sure there are people out there who will be convinced that Jane's cheese is possessed by an evil spirit, but I assure you, if there were any spirits in that cheese, they have now been fully consumed without any negative side effects. Yet, at least.

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Aberdeen High Class of 2003

Six Year Reunion!

So, I guess a six year class reunion isn't terribly common...well, ok, I know it's not. Chris was the senior class president at his high school and is therefore in charge of class reunions. Unfortunately, things didn't pan out last summer and no five year reunion took place. To make up for it, Chris and his vice president Joyce arranged a five year reunion one year late.

Chris and Joyce came...


...and Chris's older brother David (who graduated the same year as Chris after a severe car accident two years before) and his wife Charyl...


...Spencer Ward and wife Cali...


...and Jenna Wilcox with husband Steve and kids Aiden and Chloe (I think! I might have the kids' names wrong.)...


...and that was it.

Aberdeen Class of 2003 consisted of 54 graduates. The six year reunion boasted a 9.3% attendance. We'll shoot for higher with the ten year reunion. Hopefully more people will be expecting it...and it will happen in the right year!

Spencer and Mailee Pyper

Congratulations to Spencer and Mailee! They were married last Friday, August 14, 2009. It was pretty cool that they ended up together: Spencer is Chris's cousin, so they have obviously known each other forever. Mailee lived in Aberdeen for years--the town where Chris grew up. So, Chris and his family have known both of them most of their lives, without the two ever being connected. Spencer and Mailee first really hit it off at David's (Chris's brother) wedding, then they continued dating mostly through Facebook. And the rest is history...

This isn't the best wedding picture. I promise they really do like each other! This was just the picture that we snapped when Chris and I went through the line.


Chris's mom made the cake. I was there for flower placement consulting for a while, until I decided I was too tired to watch and left. Sorry, Janet!



Yay, Spencer and Mailee!

P.S. This is Chris's aunt's sister, Joyce. I found out that she reads my blog. :) All you other random people that I don't know that read this, you should tell me!



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With family reunions and weddings all scheduled close together, a few of Chris's farther out-of-town relatives hung out in Utah for quite a while. Jane and I had the chance to hang out with Chris's aunts Shelly and Karen when they came to Logan to visit the Willow Park Zoo. This picture is actually Shelly on the right with her daughter Rachel on the left...sorry, Karen! I didn't get any pictures of you.


Jane was more interested in pushing the stroller herself than looking at any of the animals,


except, of course, when there was water close by. I was glad at that point that there were several other people around who could run to her faster than I could.


This is Jane with Chris's cousin, Edie. They are only two months apart in age...Chris thought it was weird that his wife and his aunt were pregnant at the same time.


And a couple random shots from the park: the eagle wearing pants,


one of the only animals that will really hold still long enough to get a truly decent picture (I'll stick with just the sign for this so you can get the full information),


and the picture I got when I accidentally hit the wrong button on the camera and took a picture instead of turning it off.


Chris also had some grand old fun with Edie's older sisters at the wedding--or at least, they had fun with him. They never held still long enough for me to get a good picture, but you get the idea!



...and just because I'm a sucker for sleeping baby pictures...