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Pretty Pessimist

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But expect the worst.
May 21st, 2013 by Kristyn

Bye Bye Wisdom Teeth…

I’m going to the oral surgeon in the morning to have my wisdom teeth out. Thankfully, there are only two and they’re erupted… mostly. I’m also having a molar with a bad root canal, in the back on top, pulled. It has a fistula, which means that infection is leaking out of my gums. These three teeth are my biggest dental issue so getting them taken care of is making me feel awesome.

So far, I’m not really nervous, but I feel like I might be in the morning. We’ll see. She gave me Vistaril to help take the edge off and to dry my mouth out. I’ll also be knocked out, so it’s a bit like going to sleep and waking up with gaping holes. I feel okay about that, even though I know that it’s going to mean several days of laying on the sofa moaning.

Obviously, I won’t be around for a while. No bloggy, no Facebook, no Twitter. Just a whole lot of sleep, ice cream, and protein shakes.

Wish me luck!!

May 19th, 2013 by Kristyn

Childfree Is Not a Synonym for Wealthy

I recently set up two Google Alerts: childfree & childless. Which means that I receive emails, for each alert, directing me to recent articles. It’s brilliant. I can’t imagine why I didn’t do this sooner. Unfortunately, it’s also left a bad taste in my mouth. More than half of the articles aggregated are about how the childfree & childless are a selfish lot who’re destroying the world. This time it’s because we’re not producing future taxpayers to take care of the elderly. Um, okay. But that’s not what’s bothering me. That’s old hat in every sense. People have been shouting from the rooftops that we’re selfish and abnormal for a long time. One article even went so far as to say that we “lack an essential humanity.”1

What’s bothering me is that so many anti-childfree articles suggest that we’re all a bunch of world traveling, fancy cuisine eating, high rise living, party people who have nothing better to do than to go to “hot yoga” and take “shopping trips to New York.”2 The ones that cap their articles with pictures of couples drinking wine and enjoying life. And the pro-childfree articles, the ones that defend us, sometimes aren’t really defending us. Many of these are making the problem worse by interviewing those kind of childfree people. The ones who say things like “The benefits of not having children are in the driveway, in our closet and stamped on our passports” (refer to footnote #1). It’s ridiculous. We’re not all a bunch of wealthy, snooty people who’re buying Louboutins and jetting off to Paris for lunch.

And let’s get this out of the way, because inevitably, someone will say it. Yes, those kind of childfree people do exist. The ones who have more money than they can spend because they’re not spending it on children. The ones that take expensive vacations three or four times a year and stay in childfree resorts. The ones who waste their money on six bedroom houses they can’t possibly need. Okay, I get that. So does everyone else.

Now come back down to earth, where we’re real people that struggle, too. I know just as many childfree people who struggle to make ends meet as I do parents who’re constantly taking their children on vacations and buying them fancy toys. For many of us, the idea that we can afford more only works in fantasy. In realty we’re affected by the bad economy, our retirements aren’t somehow impervious to taking a huge hit just because we don’t have kids, we struggle to afford medical insurance and pay our bills, to pay back our student loans, to take vacations. We’re not all running off to Jamaica to lay on a beach and write our memoirs. Some of us suffer from the same problems people with children do. And I, for one, am grateful that I don’t have children who’re suffering because I can’t afford to feed them.

But here’s the thing. The argument in these articles, from both sides, has a built in fallacy. They say that some people don’t have children because they feel like they can’t afford them, then turn around in the same breath and say people without children are all swimming in more money than we know what to do with. It can’t be both ways. It cant be that we’re regular people who look at our budgets and can’t see where children will fit, but we can somehow afford a personal trainer, martinis in upscale clubs every night, and a BMW. Those sentiments are completely incompatible. If we don’t have them because we can’t afford them, then we’re not buying Coach handbags, either. The saving grace here is that most childfree people don’t chose to forgo children because of money. Most of us chose to remain childfree for much more personal reasons. It’s a point most of these articles miss when they’re slamming us for our selfish, wealthy ways.

Even still, it’s problematic that these articles paint us in a light that suggests that we’re snobs, snubbing the basic human process of having offspring while giggling over our champagne at the poor, poor saps who fell for procreation. We’re not snubbing anything, many of us just understand that unwanted children are a terrible thing. Every child deserves to be loved 100%, not resented for taking something away. But that’s an argument we’ve all heard, repeatedly, so I don’t need to elaborate. Nor do I need to point out that the world is much less kind to the childfree. We don’t get tax breaks, we pay taxes for schools and services we don’t use,  and when we need help, we don’t qualify for some of the basic human services available to struggling people with kids. It’s as though, to the government, we don’t exist at all. Save for tax time, of course. And we have to invest in our retirements, we won’t have children to use as a safety net when we’re old. We also don’t consume as much as people with children. And so on.

But all these articles seem to care about is that we can afford more. Even when we can’t. Yes, my husband and I have a few small luxuries. I get my nails done when I can afford it, but while I’m there I sit and listen to women chatter about their children all around me. Sometimes they even bring their terrible two year old to the salon. We go out to eat regularly, where we’re almost inevitably seated behind or beside a couple with small children. We take in a movie now and then, where the kids who’re sitting behind us relentlessly kick the back of our chairs for two hours while their parents ignore them. Our best friends eat out regularly and they have three kids. My point here is that while there are people who suffer, all around us there are families who aren’t. So, to paint us as some sort of selfish entity who can afford more than those who have sacrificed such luxuries for their children is unfair.

Ultimately, children are just one factor in a complex net of factors. They’re expensive, I get that. I recently read something that says it costs average parents with average children about $1.1 million dollars over 18 years to raise one child. Yikes! Okay. But remember, being childfree doesn’t make us any more capable of making money. It doesn’t make us any less susceptible to expensive illnesses that we struggle to afford treatment for. It doesn’t make us any less human or any less open to the same exact factors that affect other humans. We’re not all wealthy or even well off just because we don’t have children and childfree people who say we all are, just because they happen to be, are much more a part of the problem than they are the solution.

May 17th, 2013 by Kristyn

My Someday Soon…

When I was a little girl, rather than dreaming about marrying a prince and living in a fairytale castle, I dremt of being a successful career woman with a high rise loft apartment. While I’m not 100% there yet, I’ve run into a problem. You see, it would seem that the man I’ve chosen to share my life with doesn’t like lofts. How can it be possible that anyone doesn’t like lofts? The exposed brick, the concrete floors, the open piping. It’s a dream, but one he doesn’t seem to be having. And rest assured, this is a pretty big deal. A huge deal, in fact, because I’ve always seen myself in a loft as my forever space.

loft-apartment

He would rather live in a townhouse or a single family home. He would even prefer a plain old apartment. To his credit, they are much more cost effective than loft living. When asked why, it would seem that every single thing that makes me love them, turns him off. He doesn’t like the exposed brick, hates the polished concrete floors, detests the open pipe work. Who is this man?!

He says it wouldn’t be ideal for our dogs, but a lot of places have nearby (or attached) dog parks. I’ve looked into it. But the dogs aren’t really the problem. Rather, his issue seems to be that they generally don’t have walls. He wants a place with walls. For the life of me I can’t figure that one out. There’s just two of us. Me and him. Two dogs and a cat. Why on earth would he need walls?

Then, not ten minutes ago, he tells me that he’s changed his mind. He still doesn’t like them but if/when we move he’ll be happy wherever I’m happy. It’s a trap. I’m sure of it. It’s one of those marital tests that make you wonder what the heck you’re supposed to do. Do I take him at his word? Do I chose a place I know he doesn’t, at first, like? Or do I take his feelings into consideration without his permission? Because his giving in on this makes me think putting the ball in my court will also make me responsible for his misery, should he really, actually hate it.

In this case,  when the time eventually comes, I chose what will make me happy. At least for the time being, because it’s what he says he wants and I’m going to respect him enough to take him at his word. Besides, I’m sure that if he looked at them, stood in one, saw how happy it makes me, that he’d find a way to like it, too. That’s what I tell myself, anyway.

There is one shining light though. He seems to like my choice of furniture. That’s something. You see, I’ve always imagined filling my dream loft with beautiful, retro furniture. Sleek lines that scream 1950s. Something exactly like this…

Nixon

It’s the Nixon Leather Sofa in Brompton Brown and I love it. It’s perfect in every sense and one day, mark my words, it will be mine. One day when I can afford to pay $2,800 for a sofa. And the loveseat isn’t much less. Oh, and there’s a chair that matches. And the same company makes desks and tables. My loft will be brilliant. It will be perfect. I’ll fill it with retro furniture and lamps, area rugs, Big Chill modern-retro appliances. Matt and I will be happy there, living the life I always dreamed, and he’ll love it too because I’ll be happy. Someday.

Until then, I had better get on doing the things to make this fantasy a reality. Whatever that may be. Pictures forthcoming. Someday.

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May 14th, 2013 by Kristyn

Wildflowers

This is my grandmother’s high school graduation picture. Her name was Wilma Faye Troutman and she was 18 years old. I’ve always loved this picture and, after she passed away, I somehow managed to get home with the original while my mom has a copy (I feel a little bit bad about that). It’s even still in the originalUntitled-1 paper frame, which is in pretty good shape considering it’s 61 years old.

I couldn’t help but think of her last Wednesday morning, while on my way home from Granbury after seeing the oral surgeon. Highway 377 between Stephenville and Granbury is a small two lane road that passes through several small towns between here and there. The highway is mostly rural, with wildflowers growing up along the shoulder on each side. It’s a lovely, idyllic drive.

I thought of her because when she was alive she enjoyed long drives from the panhandle to central Texas, just to see the wildflowers. Though the bluebonnets are all gone now because the weather is getting too warm, the countryside is still alive with pink and white primrose, vibrant red Indian paintbrush, and a pretty, abundant yellow flower called calliopsis. She loved them so much that seeing them always brings her to mind, but particularly so when things are still and quiet, and when I’m alone.

Though she passed away in August 2010, and I didn’t get enough chances to see her when she was alive, I miss her. She was a beautiful person and she was always so gracious to me, her first grandchild. I imagine she would be delighted by the colors and variety that blanket the rural green highways and find that I’m extra delighted by them, now, too. Just one more small way of remembering her.

May 13th, 2013 by Kristyn

Adios, Spring 2013!

The spring semester is thankfully, blessedly, mercifully over! Today is the grading deadline, but I got all of my grades into the system on Friday. I also packed up my little office and labeled the boxes (our building is under construction because it’s getting a facelift/spacelift and because the building has asbestos). The only thing I had left for today was to update Digital Measures and answer a few emails from students. That’s it! I’m done and it’s been a good semester, onlyOffice busy. But then, show me a semester that’s not busy. I mean, seriously and the end of the semester is always the hardest since there’s so much to do and so little time to get it all done. Somehow, though, I always manage to pull through, at which point I’m stuck looking back wondering how the heck I pulled through! Happens every time.

This semester, I’ve also had school again, which has made things even crazier. One of my classes was only 8 weeks, which was nice, and one of them I managed to get done with fairly early, but my finance class was an absolute beast! Since the class was comprised of three modules, there were three finals in one weekend–accounting, finance, and economics. We also had to take the finance module midterm the weekend before that. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to be done with a class before. And maybe I’ve said that in the past, but I hadn’t taken this class yet. Seriously!

Fortunately, when I emailed my professor about my grade–he said we could and, also, I’m super paranoid–he said that he’s recording a B for my grade. Amen! I passed. I’ve seriously never been happy with a B before. If you remember, or maybe didn’t know, after taking the midterm for accounting I was pretty certain I’d failed this sucker. I wish I’d realized how much more there really was to do after that midterm, I might not have worried over it so much. Maybe I should have spent more time looking at the syllabus? Yeah, that’s a no brainier.

So I made two A’s and a B. I’m fine with that. That’s a 3.67 for this semester, so my 3.82 GPA won’t take much of a hit. Matt only had the two classes this semester, and he’ll probably also make a B in finance, so his first semester GPA will be fine, too! I’m so happy for him. Grad school is really something he wants for himself and he really needed to do well this semester to make a go of it. He’s done that, so all’s well and we both go on!

We’re taking 9 hours in the summer and six in the fall. Or, I am, at least. I don’t think Matt’s decided yet. He may do it the other way around because the summer is always short on time and he works full time. Either way, after the fall semester, I’ll only have two classes to go which means I’ll graduate in May 2014. By the time I’m done, this will have been the quickest grad school experience of my life. It’s going to take Matt a little bit longer to finish, but not too much. Maybe a semester or two, which is fine. It’ll depend on when classes are offered and how many he takes per semester. I had six hours of grad credit coming into the program, which is why I’m slightly ahead of him.

Anyhow, I’m super thankful that the summer is here and that means no work for me. I go back in the fall to 3 courses (about 75 students). That’s one course more than I’ve had this semester so it’ll be slightly more challenging, particularly since one of those classes is English 1301 and two are 1302. I’ll have two classes for which to prep materials and I’m actually looking forward to it!

As of now, I don’t have any summer plans, except to focus on my classwork and to, maybe, do Camp NaNoWriMo (NaNo in July!). I don’t know. I’ve never had a whole lot of luck with the NaNoWriMo thing, so I’m not sure I want to spend my summer doing that. We’ll see. Now, I have to go wake Matt and see if he can be enticed to take me out for dinner. For now, adios!