The Brady-Boucher Refinancing Numbers
September 10, 2010 at 8:08 AM | Posted in Bill is my husband., I am good with money., I am resourceful., What's up? | 1 CommentTags: Dave Ramsey, early payoff, mortgage refinancing
Bill’s sister purchased his previous home from him at the end of 2009 , I was out of the prepayment penalty window on my mortgage for this house as of June 2009, and we wanted to have a new loan in both of our names (like a true partnership), so we decided to refinance the mortgage together at the beginning of this year. We had been paying extra toward the principal on the current mortgage and thought refinancing wouldn’t make much of a difference budget-wise…that is, until I checked out Dave Ramsey’s mortgage calculator. Holy crap.
The original mortgage was for $146,000 @ 6% APR for 30 years. I had been paying $100-200 extra each month toward principal, plus putting annual bonus money toward the loan, and had managed to get it down to a balance of under $120,000 in five years. Not bad for a single gal, right?
Monthly Payment: $874.41
Total Interest Paid Over Life of Loan: $169,130.33 (in 30 years)
Extra Toward Principal: $100-200/month
Total Interest Paid with Extra Payment Toward Principal: $98,902.50 (in 19 years)
Now, these numbers aren’t watertight. I didn’t pay the same amount extra for the life of the loan, which is what the calculation takes into account. But you get the idea. Paying extra toward the principal knocked a significant amount of interest and time off the mortgage overall — something like $70 grand + 11 years off the loan. Not bad.
The refinanced mortgage is for $114,400 @ 4.375% APR for 15 years. We did have to put several thousand dollars down to get the principal amount that low because the house appraised much lower than expected* and I didn’t want the loan-to-value ratio over 80%. I despise PMI and would rather put the money down up front than give it to the bank for no good reason — it’s a matter of principle (no pun intended).
Monthly Payment: $867.86
Total Interest Paid Over Life of Loan: $41,818.29 (in 15 years)
Extra Toward Principal: $250-260/month
Total Interest Paid with Extra Payment Toward Principal: $28,699.53 (in 10 years, 7 months)
Are you paying attention here? The monthly payment is lower than it was before and the term of the loan is half as long. That’s 15 years of interest KNOCKED OFF, right off the bat. Just the thought of it makes me giddy. Our monthly payment (mortgage, interest, escrow) stays the same but we only have to make the payments for another 15 years instead of 25 more. We are able to put more toward the extra payment each month because (1) property taxes went down a little, freeing up some funds to put toward the mortgage, and (2) we have two incomes paying the bills; this means even more interest + time saved.
Let’s do some math, folks. This is the part that drives it all home. The original loan + interest total, assuming extra payments made toward principal on a monthly basis as described above, would’ve been ~$245,000 over the course of 19 years. (Without extra payments, the loan + interest total would’ve been ~$315,000 over 30 years. Just the sight of that number makes me slightly queasy.) The new loan + interest total, assuming extra payments made toward principal on a monthly basis as described above, is ~$143,000 over the course of less than 11 years. (Without extra payments, the loan + interest total would be ~$156,000 over 15 years.) We should also include the downpayment and closing costs in the refinancing total to be fair, so let’s add another $8400. And let’s not forget that I already paid about $70,000** over 5 1/2 years on the original mortgage already. That means that, if all goes as planned re: extra payments and whatnot, we stand to save over twenty grand:
$146,000 + $98,902.50 = $244,902.50
$114,400 + $28,699.53 + $8424.45 + $70,000 = $221,523.98
Amount Saved = $23,378.52
In addition, we will be mortgage-free much sooner. The original loan may have been paid off in another 14 years. Now we have the potential to pay off our home in a little over 10 years. While I was drooling over the amount of money saved and the concept off eliminating 15 years of interest, Bill was marveling at the idea of owning a home in such a short period of time. “It took me five years to own the car,” he said. “We could own this home in 10 years! That’s amazing.”
With a little research + aggressive negotiation, I secured us a pretty sweet refinancing deal.*** In sum, our monthly payments stay the same, we pay off the mortgage in about a decade, and we save over twenty thousand dollars. And that’s having started with a responsible, money-saving approach to the original loan. If we had gone from a loan with a ridiculous rate, or a let’s-pay-the-minimum philosophy, then our savings would have been greater in the end…but I wouldn’t be as impressed because it’s not so hard to improve on something foolish. We were behaving so responsibly already that we didn’t think there was much room for improvement, but the data proved us wrong. So wrong. So wonderfully wrong. Thanks, data.
SPACE
*The house appraised at $143,000. When I had it appraised in 2005 to get a home equity loan, it was valued at $165,000. My ex-husband and I bought it in 2003 for $145,500. I’m happy my livelihood doesn’t depend on the roller-coaster real estate market because this kind of thing makes me ill.
**Totally ball-parking this number. May be more, may be less. This is an educated guess based on the mortgage calculator.
***I had several mortgage brokers actively vying for our business and trying to underbid one another, mostly because I studied the rules ahead of time and knew what I was talking about. Being an educated consumer has its perks. Mortgage rates dropped even lower over the course of 2010 but the rate we got at the time was very competitive, especially in a market where banks were hesitant to hand out loans to just anybody.
Who feels rotten? That’s right — me!
July 2, 2010 at 8:08 AM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband., I have MS., What's up? | 1 CommentTags: MS, multiple sclerosis, when life gives you lemons
Dear Readers,
Well, the time has come: The first time I get to really disappoint my family* thanks to my stupid disease. Another relapse has begun and I’m just not up to the road trip we had planned for next week. Vacation canceled!
In all honesty, I think it’s turning out for the best after all. Sure, Bill and I had our minds set on being away from work, but we can cope. I’m actually a little relieved to get the time back because I’m embarking on a high-visibility project at work and I could use the prep time. Bill will take a day off from work and take Anna to Kings Island, which is probably the only part of our road trip she was really anticipating; this is also a relief to me, as schlepping around all day in the heat riding amusements that make me want to vomit, or sitting alone while my family does, is hardly appealing. Anna isn’t enrolled in camp next week (since we thought we would be on vacation) so most of the time she’ll be hanging out with my in-laws in scenic Brazil, Indiana, which she and my in-laws enjoy.
This relapse is similar to my first exacerbation’s symptoms. My feet are tingly and/or numb all the time, the tingly-ness/numbness is moving up my legs, my energy level is low (and totally wiped out with the smallest of activities), and I’m not right in the mind (sad, unfocused, etc.). It’s a trifecta of SUCK. I have no motivation to do anything and, when I do, it’s uncomfortable to stand and, if I do anyway, then I’m completely exhausted after no time at all. So I try to do things that involve only sitting but I can’t hold serious concentration for any amount of time so that doesn’t accomplish anything either. Which leaves me feeling lazy and guilty, which makes me sad, which starts the whole thing all over again. Blecchh.
I don’t mean to sound totally pitiful. I know my symptoms are quite mild compared to what some people go through. I understand the power of positive thinking on attitude and I should look at the bright side more often to help me get through the day. It’s just that I’m not used to this yet…and I’m trained to feel guilty about things that are out of my control…and I’m scared.
<sigh>
Well, maybe I’ll feel good enough for a family getaway later in the summer. Or later in the year. Or maybe we’ll do something else altogether. Something even better than what we had planned for next week. We love lemonade!
Hugs and kisses,
Sacha
SPACE
*This is the story I tell myself, as Sandy would say. In reality my husband and step-daughter are sweet, supportive, flexible people who understand that life throws us curve balls once in a while.
Elementary school is so last year.
June 9, 2010 at 8:08 AM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband., What's up? | Leave a commentWednesday, 26 May 2010, was the Forest Dale Elementary Fifth Grade Recognition Ceremony. The notice to parents instructed us to have the kids wear something nice but there was no need to buy a new outfit. This meant that all the boys wore khaki shorts and a polo shirt from their closets and all the girls wore fancy new dresses with matching new shoes. The whole thing proceeded as if it were a real graduation — choir singing, awards, individuals called up one by one, a photo slide show — and lasted just as long. I passed the time by watching the kids’ reactions to the goings-on and marveling at the height differences that exist in 11-year-olds. Since everyone was on their best behavior, I didn’t hoot and holler when Anna won the art award (plus she would have been totally embarrassed).
I thought I might contrast this milestone with another: the day Anna & I met, 23 July 2006. Bill picked me up with her in tow and the three of us went to the Animal Planet Expo at Fort Ben. We walked around with the dog, watched performances, and participated in activities. She got her face painted. I’m sure she was wondering who the hell I was. I had no idea what was in store for me, either.
And here’s another: the last day of second grade, 01 June 2007. Bill and I picked up Anna and her friend Isabelle in the carpool lane and took them to Kings Island for the afternoon.
This one’s not a milestone but it’s representative of The Child’s relationship with The Goochmonster: lounging around, 27 January 2008.
Okay, one last one: Anna’s arrival at Flat Rock River Camp, her first overnight camp experience, 12 July 2009. Bill was worried that she would be nervous about being away from her parents for a week but within seconds she was choosing her bunk, making friends, and practically ignoring us. She had a great time there and is going back for two weeks this summer.
It appears that she turned into a tween somewhere around age 10. TEN. Yowza. Now we have middle school upon us and all of the challenges that adolescence brings, except this time with e-mail, nonstop texting, and the internet. Lord, have mercy on us all.
FABULOUS Fragrant crispy entry, cheese flavour
May 8, 2010 at 10:10 PM | Posted in Bill is my husband., I am silly., What's up? | Leave a commentTags: Saraga
Bill and I stopped at Saraga, our nearby international grocery store, to pick up some cans of coconut milk and fresh ginger today. It was a productive trip: I had two perfectly lovely chats with strangers + found what we needed and Bill wandered the snack aisle. We came upon some wonderful finds — you might say our trip was snacktion* packed.
We bought some crackers. Not sure how they taste yet but Totally enchanted with the packaging even though the crackers themselves are mediocre — just bland, dry crackers with cheese powder on them [updated after tasting]. Let me share some of the front-of-the-bag copy with you:
Aji
FABULOUS
Fragrant crispy entry
BEST TASTY
Fragrant thick cheese
Crispy crispy good flavour
I was delighted to find the small print just as endearing: “Please consume as soon as possible after sealing off. Store in dry and cool places. Keep away from the direct sunlight, high temperature, and moisture. If the package is incomplete and the quality is unstable, please consult the toll-free number.”
We opted for the Cheese variety but they also come in Vegetables, Excellent dose of onions, and Kimchi.
We also bought some cookies. Loacker Quadratini Lemon Bite Size Wafer Cookies, to be exact. We know how these are because Bill tore into them as soon as we reached the car. They are delicious. Fresh and lemony and dangerously convenient to pop into one’s mouth whole. I don’t think we’ll ever leave Saraga without a bag of these in the future. They had Hazelnut, Dark Chocolate, Vanilla, and Chocolate varieties available on display in addition to the Lemon and the idea may have been tossed around that we give each flavor a shot.
If you live in Indy, please go to Saraga. It’s worth a trip just for the experience. They carry food from several cultures and more produce than I’ve ever seen in a U.S. supermarket. It’s a little grimy — someone near and dear to my heart described the smell as “low tide” in the produce/seafood area — a bit cluttered, and often too crowded at the checkout, but I really like it just the same.
SPACE
*Used without permission from @sssemester.
RIP Charles Peabody Boucher, 1996-2010
January 14, 2010 at 8:08 AM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband., We have dogs., What's up? | 2 CommentsTags: cherished member of the family, dog, euthanasia

Charlie & Anna, Thanksgiving 2008
Charlie came into my life as an old dog. I met him the same time I met Bill — on our first date, as Bill lifted him from the back of the Ford Explorer to put him on the ground at Eagle Creek Park — and got a glimpse of his willful charm that day when he simply ambled along at his own pace. Bill took a chance bringing Charlie to our first date because the dog didn’t take well to strangers but we got along just fine. I came to love him pretty quickly and he me, barking with excitement every time he saw me and lying with me on the floor as I petted him.
Charlie was 10 then and I wondered how much longer he would live. He was half Lab and half Chow, arthritic, and had Cushing’s disease. As time passed he seemed to lose some of his sight, most of his hearing, and maybe his wits at times. He hated to be brushed and bathed so, as a long-haired dog, he smelled worse as time went on. Did I mention that he was noxiously flatulent? None of this made me love him any less. One look into his warm brown eyes made me overlook it all.
Charlie came into Bill’s life as a puppy, a little black puffball. Bill has commented to me that he wishes I had a chance to know Charlie as a young dog — see him run out in the country, see him toss the snow with his nose, watch him romp in his healthy days — and I do too. Charlie had been part of most of Bill’s adult life, a steady presence through changing residences, jobs, and friendships.
Deciding to euthanize Charlie was a really hard decision for Bill. He wrestled with it for many, many weeks. Ultimately it was clear that there was no need to make him suffer a poor quality of life any longer. Most of the time Charlie couldn’t get up off the floor on his own, he needed to be carried in and out, he had trouble controlling his bowels, he was in discomfort (if not outright pain), and it seemed as if he was sporadically confused. It was tough to watch him struggle.
Bill spoke to Anna about the decision and asked if she wanted to be present for Charlie’s euthanasia. She didn’t think even being at our house when it happened was something she could handle, so we scheduled it on a day when she was with her mother. The soonest appointment we could get when we didn’t have Anna was a week away, which means we cried off and on for several days.
Charlie had many nicknames in our house: Chuckles, Chucky Cheese, Chuckleslovakia, Boutros Boutros-Charlie, Charles P. I often called him some version of Old Man or Stinky or Fat Boy when I scratched behind his ears or patted him on the belly and told him what a good dog he was. Sometimes we talked about how he looked like a black bear wandering around grazing on weeds in the backyard. These names will live on in the stories I know we will continue to tell about Charlie.
Remember how he always managed to lie right in the spot that would be the most inconvenient on the floor? It was like he could calculate right where you needed to walk. <smile>
Remember how he would always sniff at the bottom of the door when you were in the bathroom? I could hear him walking up and then the sound of his nose at the crack. <smile>
Remember how his hair used to blow around the house like dog fur tumbleweed? And get stuck on the frame of the screen door? And under every chair leg? He did look handsome with it blowing in the breeze, though. <smile>
Remember how he would start barking whenever Goocher would start barking at something, even though he didn’t know what they were barking at? <smile>
Remember how he would kick his legs in his sleep? Bill said that was the only time he got to run when he was old, in his dreams like that. <smile>
We’ll miss you, buddy.
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Special note — I’d like to thank my friend KT for being available to talk about Charlie when I needed a dog lover’s ear and advice. She listened to my concerns and gave her opinions and suggestions with care and insight. Her words and hugs have been so helpful and I am immensely appreciative.
Christmas Gifts 2009
December 30, 2009 at 8:08 AM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband., What's up? | 1 CommentTags: Christmas, gifts
Is it in poor taste to go on about the wonderful gifts I got for Christmas from my husband? Oh well. It is just that I am so thankful to have found someone who hits the gift nail on the head so consistently and so much better than anyone who I have ever known (that gives me gifts).
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1. Bag for the gym: I am disproportionately excited that it has a separate compartment for your shoes with special access from the side. This gift may not seem inspired to the untrained eye but it was on the list of specific things I wanted for Christmas. Well, not this exact bag, but a bag to carry my things to the YMCA that fit a certain list of characteristics. Now when I make excuses about not making it to the gym they won’t include “Because I didn’t have an easy/convenient/stylish method of carting my stuff there.”
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2. Mezzaluna with cutting board: I have wanted a mezzaluna forever and especially since I started using fresh herbs more in the last two years (thanks to a MIL with a big garden and a small herb garden of my own now, also thanks to her). I saw this one on BLTD, sent a link to Bill a few months ago, and found it wrapped under the tree. Yay! I love how it fits together for storage and see those little dots along the curved edge? Those are magnets to hold the blade in place. Genius!
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3. Spoon rest: This is a slumped bottle that used to hold rum. It has been upcycled into a spoon rest and/or dish for hors d’œuvres. Bill knew I would like it because it includes recycling! and his not-so-hidden motive was to get me to stop putting in-use spoons down on the stove/counter, thereby leaving him a stuck-on mess to wipe up whilst doing the dishes. I do like it and I will use it.
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4. Dichroic glass pendant: From the same glass artist as the spoon rest comes this beautiful pendant. It is a stunner that I know will solicit compliments when I wear it out and about. I’m telling you, this man has an eye for jewelry gifts (see below as well).
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5. Silver necklace: Do I love white metals, especially silver? Yes. Do I love mathematical symbols that can be interpreted romantically? Yes. Do I love a man who always chooses a piece of jewelry for me with a lovely thought in mind? Yes. Is this necklace all of those? Yes. Do I love it? Yes. It is crafted beautifully with every detail considered and I know I will enjoy showing it off.
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This is also the first year my darling stepdaughter chose gifts for me and paid for them with her own money. She is a thoughtful and generous sweetie-pie, that’s for sure. And what did she choose? Handmade lip balms from Etsy! Did I mention that she is smart, too? Love that kid.
Aren’t I lucky? <sigh>
#Tweetsgiving
November 25, 2009 at 10:00 AM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband., What's up? | Leave a commentTags: #Tweetsgiving
Inspired by my friends Scott and Angie, and in the spirit of Epic Change’s #Tweetsgiving, I am posting a short entry on some things for which I am thankful.
Bill — My husband, my partner, my best friend, he is a well of patience and empathy and gratitude that I should hardly deserve. I am thankful for all of those things as well as his love, his companionship, his sense of humor, and his idiosyncrasies. I am thankful to have found someone who is willing to share an introspective relationship and really work at a conscious marriage with me.
Anna — My stepdaughter, a beautiful child with a sharp mind, she is so much like I was at her age in some ways and so totally opposite in others. I am thankful to get to experience her perspective on the world, to bask in her compliments (I know my time to be cool is so close to over), and to learn from the less-than-easy challenges we share. I am thankful to have the chance to not do to her (let’s hope) some of the things that were done to me at the hands of a well-meaning stepmother.
Goocher — My impossibly cute mutt, my ungrateful mongrel, he is a walking lesson on living in the moment. I am thankful to have a dog that likes to cuddle on the sofa, that greets us at the door with wiggles so fierce they nearly bend his body in half, and that has a great dog-smell. I am thankful that he loves me unconditionally (even when he is acting like a jerk). I am thankful that he has never met a stranger (as Bill would say) and readily incorporated our new family unit into his pack.
Charlie — Bill’s old dog, who drags his weary body around the house to be near us no matter what, is a sweetheart. It is hard for me to think of him as my dog since I didn’t meet him until he was geriatric but it’s clearly not hard for him to adopt me as his own. He is so utterly different than The Goochmonster in almost every way but when I look in his eyes I know I love him. His end is near and that makes me sad.
My Family — Related by blood, marriage, or simply strong ties and shared history, they are people who I know I can count on. Whether we are in touch a few times a week, a few times a month, every few months, or every few years, I am always thankful to have them in my thoughts and know that I am in theirs.
My Friends — My high school & college classmates & teachers, my former & current work colleagues, my I-know-you-from-Twitter buddies, my friend-of-a-friend new acquaintances, they are people who make me laugh, keep me grounded, and further my belief that humans are fundamentally good, social creatures who naturally want to be part of a community. I am thankful for the experiences we share: happy stories, sad stories, meals, music, movies, memories.
First-World Status and Technology — The very real advantages I have — making a decent wage at a decent company with decent benefits; having access to and using utilities like running, potable water, free-flowing electricity, high-speed internet, and signal for my mobile phone; eating nutritious food regularly; living in stable, comfortable shelter; utilizing modern medicine/techniques to keep me free of disease and mitigate my ailments; and enjoying the world at my fingertips thanks to Google (not only the search engine but Gmail, Maps, and Reader), Twitter, and everything else the interwebs has to offer — are not lost on me. I am thankful to live where I do and have what I have. I am thankful to have opportunities to give to those who need help, both in time and money.
I am thankful to have known so much love over the years. I am thankful for a future filled with more love.
9 Signs I’ve Met The One
July 1, 2009 at 7:07 PM | Posted in Bill is my husband. | 1 CommentTags: eHarmony
eHarmony Advice tweeted a link to an article called 9 Signs You’ve Met The One. I read through the article and decided to use it to publicly examine, point by point, my relationship with Bill. Keep in mind that I am speaking in the first person because the only one whose feelings I can truly account for is me.
1) I’m Not Chasing the Relationship’s Potential
In the beginning I would say that, yes, we had a relationship fraught with obstacles. In many ways we still do — we both have jobs that can be stressful, one of us has an ex that is hard to deal with, we have vastly different styles of parenting (not to mention that the child is not ours, so to speak), and I’m sure each of us has habits that the other finds distasteful. But I realized that these are issues that aren’t going away — if anything, we’re likely to gain more obstacles over time — and the difference would be to change my perspective. To paraphrase Reinhold Neibuhr, I sought/seek to accept the things that I can’t change. Life is challenging and hoping for a relationship that’s not is foolish.
2) Who I Am Is Good Enough
Bill loves me for who I am. I have never felt that to be so true with anyone else. He is proud of me. He thinks I am smart, sexy, and fun to be with. He tells me those things all the time. I love Bill for who he is. I am proud of him. I am attracted to his mind, his body, his sense of humor. I hope I adequately express those feelings to him.
3) We Manage Conflict Well
We fight. It’s true. But our arguments don’t involve insults or violence or destruction. And more times than not they lead to discussions that ultimately mitigate future conflicts about the same issues. We made it a point to seek out and learn tools that would help us gain a deeper understanding of one another with each conflict that we resolve together. We are not masters at this, but we try. Hard. And I look forward to being part of an even stronger couple as time goes on because of that effort.
4) The Mundane Is Suddenly Interesting
The minutiae of Bill’s life doesn’t capture my attention all the time — okay, hardly ever — but the small details of our life can come alive. I adore his sense of humor and, although I give him a hard time about being ridiculous sometimes, I am so glad to have him around to lighten the mood. His reported conversations with the dog are hilarious plus, as KT says, he does the best Goocher and Charlie voices.
5) There’s Minimal Drama
I fight fair — my parents did not fight fair and I’ve always made it a point to avoid being hurtful like that to someone else. I might not always admit when I’m wrong, listen to Bill, or acknowledge his good points, but I try to as much as possible; every time I miss one of those opportunities and I find out about it, that’s one more chance for me to be more self-aware for the next time. I apologize when I cross the line. I can be full of high emotions, sure, but I am careful not to use them to consciously manipulate Bill or cause turbulence for the sake of drama. He exhibits all of these behaviors for me — some better than I do — and certainly deserves my best effort in return.
6) My Friends and Family See What I See
I definitely fell in love with and married someone who the people in my life want me to be with. My friends and family all enjoy Bill’s company and think he is a great partner to/for me.
7) I Know How To Make Him Happy
I know what Bill wants and needs. I know that I know because he tells me that I know. I also know that I know because when I say, “Here’s a [movie, meal, book, website, article, shirt, etc.] that you’ll like,” I am usually on the mark. I also know that I know because I try hard to understand those things, I work at it, and I strive to meet those wants and needs. I don’t know what Bill wants and needs because of some we-were-just-meant-to-be-together, mind-reading magic, I know because I seek to know and he is mature enough to share with me.
8) We Have The Same Life Priorities
Our priorities in life, our core values, match up well. I look into to the future and imagine growing old with a partner who is honest, emotionally balanced, financially responsible, supportive, open-minded, and kind-hearted, and I see Bill with me. He is that partner.
9) I Respect Him Deeply
I respect Bill. I think he is a good man. More than love him, I like him. He has chosen a path in life that shows what good character he has. Even when I am annoyed (or infuriated) at some decision he has made, and I am questioning why on Earth he thought it was a good idea, I never have to question his motives because I know that they originate in the desire to do right by others.
I have met the one for me. Lucky for me he’s also the guy I married.
Goodbye, pay-to-watch TV (at least for now)!
April 27, 2009 at 7:24 AM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband., What's up? | 3 CommentsTags: TV
Bill and I agreed to drop U-verse cable from AT&T. No matter how many times a tech comes out to “fix” the problem, the reception is spotty and we regularly lose minutes of programs that were previously recorded due to freezing. I wanted to like U-verse, I really did. This should be our last month of service if all goes as planned.
The truth is, though, that dropping bad cable service and thereby savings LOTS of money each month is just a bonus as far as I’m concerned — I really just wanted to stop making it so easy for all of us to veg out in front of the tube. We each have our own weaknesses re: the siren song of various programs but Bill, Anna, and I are each just as likely to plop down in front of the TV and turn our brains off. It’s bad. We are setting a bad example for the child and signs point to her inability to handle it: Last Sunday afternoon she chose to watch a few hours of TV in a row and, even though that was the first time she had done that all weekend, it ended with her teary, in a bad mood, declaring that she was utterly bored and we just wouldn’t agree to do anything that she wanted (never mind the fact that she hadn’t actually sought to interact with us). That’s when it hit home that WE are the adults and WE should be making the choice to limit the amount of time she spends letting her precious brain atrophy. That incident was clear in my mind when I read this post and heard the unspoken context of Anna’s laments echo in my head — “Entertain me!”
Bill is reluctant to go cold turkey. He still likes to watch the local news <gag> and (I think) worries about what having no television connection to the outside world might mean. I assured him that we could get service again if we decide that we absolutely can’t stand not having cable/satellite…although I think we’ll be fine. Also, we have Netflix. In the meantime, I was approved for two coupons toward buying digital converter boxes, which we may use to bridge the gap.
UPDATE 05/10/09: We bought an antenna last night from Wal-Mart since my friend Charlie told me that’s all we need for our HDTV. Bill hooked it up to the HDTV this afternoon and, even with little to no fiddling, we now get several local channels in HD (including channels we didn’t get with cable, like alternate feeds of PBS). My blathering about how we don’t need TV went right out the window as we proceeded to flop down and zone out in front of the television…although I think it had more to do with a post-Mother’s-Day-dinner lull. I have been enjoying not being able to turn on the television and veg like I was (apparently) accustomed to so I hope to continue reading more, which has always been a love of mine. I’ll let you know how it goes.
UPDATE 07/01/10: Carrie’s post inspired me to drop a little update in here. Over a year has passed and I have ZERO regrets about canceling cable. I watch The Daily Show online and streaming Netflix movies on the TV, Bill gets the Netflix DVDs and Blu-ray discs in the mail, and Anna satisfies her Psych obsession on Hulu. Very occasionally we are inconvenienced by a poor over-the-air signal or a sports game on cable that Bill can’t watch at home but, overall, it has been a seamless transition. Our entertainment needs are also met with a Nintendo Wii and our trusty library. If you’re thinking about getting rid of cable (or the TV altogether) then I highly recommend it!
Sleep In for the Cure
March 16, 2009 at 8:47 PM | Posted in Anna is my step-daughter., Bill is my husband. | Leave a commentTags: breast cancer, Komen, Race for the Cure
We have registered to participate in Indianapolis’ Race for the Cure® on 18 April 2009. Running? No. Walking? Nope. Sleeping! Then eating…well, hosting supporters for a Sleep In for the Cure party/brunch. Check out our personal page to get the details and make a contribution (or join the team).
Here’s lookin’ at you, Laura.
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