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But I Want to Wear My Halloween Costume ALL Year

kryptonite.jpg I believe that, lacking a vice, such as drinking or smoking “the pot,” that everyone needs an obsession. I’m all for healthy obsessions then, such as being a “leg man” (I’m not, but it wouldn’t be appropriate to explain my personal proclivities here), or ordering sweet tea no matter how high-brow the restaurant. I mean, it’s your life and you should be able to obsess over whatever healthy thing you want to obsess over without being looked down upon by those who like to think themselves above such things, but who in real life are probably wearing panties under their business suits (referring to men of course here).

I’ve mentioned previously (here) about how children too will grab hold of something and make it their own and how, as an adult, one should be careful what wonderful childhood memory one shares with their kids lest that childhood memory be invoked by the child, owned and then tragically morphed into something you can’t stand any longer.

It all started with Halloween last year when MLI wanted to be Spiderman. So he got a cheap little polyester/silky feeling costume that for months afterward, he couldn’t put down. About three weeks ago, CareerMom bought him a Superman cape, I assume in hopes that it would wean him from the raggy, hole-ridden Spiderman costume. The Superman cape, at least, elicits comments like, “How cute” from passers-by rather than the looks of pity we normally got from other couples when he was out in public with the Spiderman costume.

I mentioned in my last post that we’ve been having some behavioral problems lately with MLI, and in truth, many of the fits he throws are over our telling him when he can and cannot wear his costumes. So basically, I’ve been planning a “Oh honey, the washing machine completely destroyed your Spiderman costume” talk with him in hopes that we’ll just be left with the Superman cape.

But that would be too simple, wouldn’t it?

I worked from home yesterday and CareerMom took the day off to take MLI to the Atlanta Aquarium with his cousin and her mom. They got home about 3 p.m. I was relaxing in my chair listening to some guy from my office make a fool out of himself on a conference call when I heard the garage door open and within seconds, little feet tromping up the stairs and into my study.

And what to my wondering eyes did appear? But BATMAN-OH dear Lord, please get me a beer!  It seems CareerMom’s sister thought it’d be “cute” to get him a full Batman outfit complete with tiny gloves and a bat belt. Kill me now!

So we now have Spiderman, Superman and Batman costumes to contend with and as expected, there was a fit pitched this morning when I made him take it off and get dressed for daycare at which point I had to get out the “stern daddy voice” and evoke a stare down which I wasn’t sure I was going to win for a minute there.

I foresee setting aside an hour each night for costume-wearing, but I also see a battle each night when it’s time to take it off. Regardless, keep an eye out for the next release of Spiderman comic books. I do believe Spiderman is going to come to a final, watery end sometime this weekend for sure!

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My boys are growing up!

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The 19th was my youngest son’s first birthday, but we did a little celebration on Sunday eve instead. Being his first, we didn’t make a big deal of it. I’m sure he won’t remember it anyway, so why go through the expense. CareerMom ordered from Olive Garden and despite their deplorably hokey commercials (“Just because it’s Monday!”), the food was actually very good and everyone had a great time.

If you have Publix grocery stores around you, you know that if you buy a birthday cake, they give you a smaller smashable one for the child to destroy. I don’t know what size kid they feel the need to make this big ol’ smashable cake for, but hey, it’s their flour (and my money I guess).

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Like my oldest son’s first birthday, my youngest didn’t really smash the cake; only mushed it up with his fingers a bit before attempting to get it in his mouth and mostly getting it ON his face.  But he’s a year old now. He’s walking; he’s doing some limited sign language to tell us what he wants, and before long he’ll be talking and dating and having “the sex!”  Oh Lord, make it stop!

Sometimes I want them to hurry up and get out of this “hold me” all the time phase, but then when I think of the alternative, I want to freeze this moment in time. Boy do I love these little guys!

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What’s NOT in my wallet

credit-cards.jpgFor years, my bank of choice was Bank of America (BOA). I had my checking and savings account with them for nigh on eight years. Due to selling a house, and a couple of rather nice tax refunds, a few times I had enough money in my checking account (albeit temporarily) to qualify for a “Gold” account. Rather than asking me if I’d like to upgrade, they just did it. Subsequently, after I moved the money, usually within a matter of days, they turned around and fined me for not meeting the “Gold” account’s minimum. After the third time they did this, I got fed up and canceled everything I had with them.

If you track financial dealings at all, you’ll know that BOA is now one of the largest players in the banking industry. My last credit card (a Platinum rewards card) issuer was bought out by BOA last year and because I liked the card, I stuck it out with BOA. Until recently.

I made a payment on the 8th of last month, then I made another payment on the second of this month. Unfortunately, my billing cycle apparently runs wonky and rather than having made two payments in two months, I made two payments in one month. To make a long story short, BOA ticked me off with a late fee that they refused to remove, so I quit them…again.

I need a credit card for sundry monthly expenses and just because these days you need a credit card. So, I went online to a couple of these Credit Card compare Web sites and eventually settled on a “Diamond” rewards card from Capital One with a fairly low rate. I applied, and thanks to my 784 credit score, was approved immediately.

When I got the card in the mail, I reviewed the details. Everything looked hunky-dory until I got to the “Credit Limit” field and it said, “$1,000.00.”

A thousand dollars? I couldn’t even buy a refrigerator with that, much less book a vacation or finance my takeover of a third-world country. Thinking that maybe this was some kind of introductory, “Call us and let us try to upsell you a toaster, and while you’re on the phone we’ll up your limit” kind of thing, I called their no-customer service line only to be told that nope, $1,000 is my limit. When I asked what they based it on, they said my credit score and my credit history with Capital One.

Well, I DON’T HAVE a credit history with Capitol One, so I guess that outweighed my perfect credit. So, I told the fellow on the phone to cancel this card too. He was staggeringly unconcerned, “Thank you sir for calling Capital One, is there anything else I can do for you?”

I hung up.

Without going through the litany of debt I have held and/or paid off over the last 15 years, and my current situation, $1,000 is an insult. Though I’ll admit, I never thought I’d get upset over not being offered enough credit. I often scoff at the commercials that use the buzz phrase, “Get the credit you deserve” thinking it stuffy and pretentious, but I’m coming to realize that I fit that demographic. At this point in my life, there are a few things I think I deserve:

  • 15 minutes of quiet bathroom time each day (What? I read…)
  • A guilt-free day of golf once every month and a half
  • A fine cigar if I’m out with the guys
  •  Good running shoes

AND some friggin CREDIT!

Otherwise, what the heck am I working so hard for?

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Who said love was “free”?

cards.jpgUnless you’re unattached (physically, not emotionally) to another person, you are probably aware that today is Valentines Day (should it be “Valentine’s Day” in the possessive form?). That means for the last few days, commercials have bombarded us with portrayals of lazy, procrastinating boyfriends and/or husbands busily running over to Target and/or the Hallmark store to find some last-minute doo-dad for his lover.

Generally speaking, I pride myself on not falling into this bucket. And since CareerMom and I sort of celebrated V-Day at the Ritz-Carlton last week (see: Wouldn’t You Like to Get Away for a complete play-by-play), I didn’t put too much thought into getting anything for actual Valentines day until I realized that I should probably get something for the boys to give to Mommy. She’d like that.

So, I trotted over to Target yesterday figuring I’d get her a card from me and one from the boys and if I was lucky, I’d find one of those candy ring-pops CareerMom had explained to me last week was her favorite candy as a little girl.

I walked into Target and the cards are pretty much the first three rows you encounter as you come in and let me tell you folks, the commercials leading up to Valentines day are waaaay off. There wasn’t a single guy there yesterday. It was all women, who, one would assume, were all getting their last-minute Valentines Day shopping done. And pushy! I darn near had to get rude just to get near the rack. Between the plus-sized models covering several square-feet of rack space, to the purse-laden carts that women won’t let get more than 8” away from their bodies, it was like trying to touch Sammy Hagar at a Van Halen reunion concert! It just wasn’t happening.

I muttered, “Forget this!” and walked around to the other side where they keep the nondescript cards that just say, “Love” on them and grabbed one, figuring I’d just fill in the rest. I also grabbed a card from the boys that they could color and give to her.

Having gotten my cards, I looked all over the store for ring pops—couldn’t find any. As I was walking back to the other end of the store to the one checkout open on the side that didn’t sell groceries, I peeked in all of the candy racks at the checkout counters-to no avail. There was one open checkout on this far end of the store and as I got in it and moved closer to the checkout, VOILA! There was a small box of ring pops. I triumphantly grabbed two of them and moved up to the counter. The clerk rang up my two cards and ring pops and announced, “That will be $11.37 sir.”

Eleven dollars for two ring pops and two cards! After paying, I scrutinized the receipt and realize that the generic “Love” card I grabbed in my fit of exasperation, cost $6 even! Wow!

Either they have some REALLY smart people over at Target, who knew that guys like me would get fed up with the crowd and opt for a more generic card—without even looking at the price—or cards have just gotten waaaay expensive. But, like I’m going to complain to CareerMom about it right? Fat chance!

Happy Valentines Day all!