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Credit surprises of the good kind

I ordered a credit report today, and was pretty pleased to find out that my score is now 769. This doesn’t mean that I am going to rush out and use up the remaining 96% of the credit available to me on beer and salt and vinegar potato chips. That’s not just because that would be more of those commodities than I could possibly store, regardless of how awesome they are. I have been on a get-out-of debt mission since college ended in 2005, and the end is finally in sight. Why would I mess that up?

So, here’s a little history of Christine’s debt.

The under $12/hour nonprofit job I got when I was first out of college was too close to the poverty line to help me make much progress on a couple of key problem areas: credit card debt and student loans, both unfortunately due to medical expenses incurred in college that were not covered by health insurance. I had no car payment at the time, which really helped keep me afloat. (Thanks, mom and dad!) A pretty great promotion was quickly balanced out by increased housing costs due to a move, and then buying a new car a few months later, which meant $20,000 or so in new debt.

I have since played around with different ratios of saving and paying down debt, trying to find a way to both increase my financial cushion and also avoid directing so much money to credit cards that I had to then use them to tide me over to the next paycheck. So far, what has worked best for me is to save at a rate of 8% of net and to direct 10-12% of every paycheck to credit card debt.

This theoretically would have me out of debt and rolling in savings in no time, except for the fact that I am allergic to taking money out of savings for occasional expenses. So, a couple months of being a good girl are repeatedly undone by, you know, using a credit card rather than savings to pay for a family member to come up from Mexico, or gifts, or those random crazy shopping excursions.

Regardless, I have been fantastically good for the last several months (thanks, I’m sure, to being crippled and thus way less likely to buy the entire inventory of a store, and to the lack of holidays/birthdays). I got the credit card debt down to a place where it suddenly made sense to me to wipe out a big chunk of it with some savings. So I did that, then scheduled all the necessary remaining payments to pay off the last, and oldest, credit card debt. What that means is that, barring some huge change, I’ll be done with this albatross by mid-summer…and that without really killing myself and feeling deprived. AND despite the generous pay cut we all took at work, which is a topic of some bitterness.

The remaining debt I will have after that is my car loan and my student loans. I consider that latter one good debt, but I’ll still probably double my very manageable monthly payments on them after the credit card stuff is done. The former, the car loan, has a pretty large monthly payment, but it’s worth more than I owe because of how large those payments are. To me, these are simply expenses for stuff I use all the time in the pursuit of regular income: my car and my education.

It’s pretty exciting to see the credit card debt wrapping up. I’m also thinking about how to avoid getting there again, and as hard as it is for me to do, I think changing the way I use savings is going to be pretty key. Knowing I am going to have to transfer money out of savings is a real disincentive for me to spend money on something I don’t really need. And getting back into credit card debt after trying for so long to get out of it seems even less desirable.

So anyway, all that AND I have a pretty awesome credit score? That makes for a happy Friday!

Not a lucky dining choice

I nodded my head in agreement to most of the predictable recommendations for where to go when visiting Portland in a recent Shelterrific post. Part of me thinks there would be a lot less for bloggers to write about if they were required to first Google whether the question had previously been asked and answered, as at ask.mefi. But whatever. Ask away! However, I shuddered a bit seeing Lucky Lab strongly recommended by a couple of posters. Their pizza is at best adequate, if you can tolerate 40+cloves of overroasted garlic on a pizza, and their beer…oh, don’t get me started. Metallic and bitter are the main descriptors that come to mind. I know the place has many loyal fans, but describing the pub as a good choice for beer fans is just plain silly.

ADA parking in an ideal world

We went to the grocery store the other night, and it was really cold out. Despite getting the handicapped space nearest the door, I still started complaining about the cold as soon as I got out of the car. Note that these are paraphrased, as I have awful verbal recall of conversations.

Me: Oh my god! It’s freezing! They should have a heated tunnel between the handicapped spaces and the store!

Brooks: I don’t think that’s an ADA accomodation they are required to make.

Me: But it would be nice! They should also have pool people inside who hand you a drink and give you a massage.

Brooks: Yeah, that is definitely going beyond what the law requires.

It would be nice, though. I’d be at the grocery store all the time, buying bacon and getting massages.

Ethical pauses

Tonight while driving about, I came to a red light. On the sidewalk to my right was an attractive and hip female pedestrian in her mid-twenties, walking the opposite way I was going. She looked really great, and I thought to myself “hey, it would be nice if I could pull off mini-skirts as well as she does, and, like her, not look at all trashy in the process.” Then I looked back ahead of me, and noticed a black Charger with four young male passengers. They were, to a man, leering at her and craning their necks to see more. Ugh.

Their car had the left turn signal on, but as the light turned green and they headed into the intersection, they suddenly decided to turn right instead. In a nanosecond, my mind headed this direction: they, on impulse, turned right. After leering at *hawt young thang* for WAY too long. And by heading right, they can easily come back around and intercept her.

And because we don’t interfere in this culture, I didn’t follow them to make sure she was going to be ok, but I really wanted to.

So, sister, if those guys wound up harassing you this evening, I am very sorry I didn’t stalk them for a few blocks.

I believe I will donate that 25 cents to my savings account, thankyouverymuch

Jack Johnson (1878-1946), an African American boxer, was convicted of violating the Mann Act under suspiciously racist circumstances; now his family is seeking a pardon. I wish them the best, which is more than I can say for modern-day Jack Johnson, who should definitely not be pardoned for the craptastic music he produces. The catalytic converter that helps reduce my car’s emissions is indirectly tied to a rise in global levels of osmium. Also at Mother Jones this week, a recycling forum. Finally, having been regularly asked at Safeway to round up my bill to the nearest dollar in support of Muscular Cancer Shelter charity (it does all run together after a few trips), I sympathize with the question of what to do.

Wasted beer and flash

While having a really good beer this evening at The 5th Quadrant, I was reminded of a terrible beer we tried at Alameda Brewhouse a couple weeks back. The two don’t really have anything in common, besides being beer.

Or so the server at Alameda Brewhouse claimed; in fact, their random blond seasonal she talked us into ordering tasted more like a root beer. So maybe it was very popular there, but the pub in question is dangerously close to Vancouver. Presumably the Washingtonians are throwing her count off. From my perspective, it was truly the worst beer I have ever tasted, outside of a friend’s undrinkable homebrew.

There’s a flash equivalent to the awfulness of that beer. Oh yes. It is to web design what that blond ale was to drinkable liquids. My eyes hurt. [Via Brooks, via something on teh internets]

Table talk

Yesterday, we had a short shopping outing that I consider successful. How successful? Living room and dining room furniture for Brooks: check.

In a mere three or so hours of hobbling (my foot continues to be painful), he and I found not just a couch and two living room chairs made of awesome, but also a vintage version of this Heywood-Wakefield table for an insane price at Lounge Lizard. (Michelle, that is the promised picture. Real ones will follow, I’m sure.)

It’s the table that has won cube-farm-row cred today. It’s really wow inspiring. Bacon would look great on it.

Overdue move

Nothing like holding on to the past for a year too long. I have finally decided in my little heart that nonprofitgirl could die. This is due in part to the fact that I no longer have the urge to post there, and in part because I…haven’t worked in the non-profit sector for over a year.

That can be an issue. It’s like having a pregnancy blog when your youngest is in high school. The suffering is over, so move on.

WP 2.6: image alignment complaints

Ok, blogging about blogging here. Most of my time spent around here, and the other sites I run for friends, is playing with code, not blogging. Obviously. But I am annoyed enough by WP 2.6 and 2.6.1 that I decided to write about it.

2.6.2 came out a week ago, and it would be awesome if it would revert to the older way of aligning images–you know, the way that worked. Unfortunately, I was hoping for that with 2.6.1 as well, and no such luck. So, for the time being, my images are all messed up, and my style.css file is littered with attempts to find a fix. I kid. It’s fine. But the images aren’t.

Men: the one group overlooked in antipoverty planning?

Rebecca Tuhus-Dubrow’s Boston Globe article, “Missing Men,” briefly outlines the history of US anti-poverty measures and points to a sector of the population that has been left out: men. Her treatment is fairly nuanced and worth a read.