<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314189611475663722</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:56:21.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dirty Thirties</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtythirties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314189611475663722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtythirties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907225950416121729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8314189611475663722.post-504315929925065286</id><published>2010-10-16T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:01:37.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is coming.  I can feel it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Here I am.&amp;nbsp; I've finally arrived at the dreaded thirties without having accomplished very much.&amp;nbsp; I don't have any lofty goals.&amp;nbsp; Just being a normal, functioning human being would be nice.&amp;nbsp; I kept postponing that goal through my twenties, always telling myself I had more time.&amp;nbsp; I had more time to work on being thin, having a relationship, having my own life, etc.&amp;nbsp; Now all my quirks, like always being overdrawn on my bank account and stress eating, don't seem so cute anymore.&amp;nbsp; Time is running out.&amp;nbsp; So this is it.&amp;nbsp; Change needs to happen now.&amp;nbsp; That is my vow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;First on my list of "quirks" to tackle is my habit of overspending.&amp;nbsp; I'm not even spending money on great shoes or anything.&amp;nbsp; Most of money gets wasted at CVS and Office Max.&amp;nbsp; The wake up call came this week when my debit card was actually declined.&amp;nbsp; My bank just usually lets items go through so they can rake in that overdraft cash.&amp;nbsp; I must have been &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;overdrawn.&amp;nbsp; Turns out I was three hundred dollars overdrawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;This is a pretty big deal for me as I don't exactly make boatloads of cash.&amp;nbsp; I make my living teaching toddlers.&amp;nbsp; Not only is it an incredibly difficult and stressful job,&amp;nbsp; but it pays poorly too.&amp;nbsp; I hate hearing teachers whine about how little they make because I'm making about half that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I'm gonna have to save up to be able to put money in my bank account.&amp;nbsp; I'm putting myself on the envelope system.&amp;nbsp; Each expense gets an envelope with some designated money.&amp;nbsp; If the money runs out...too bad.&amp;nbsp; So if my food envelope is empty, I have to make do with what's in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; I'm scared and excited.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping that my dirty thirties will prove better than my blah twenties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8314189611475663722-504315929925065286?l=dirtythirties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtythirties.blogspot.com/feeds/504315929925065286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dirtythirties.blogspot.com/2010/10/change-is-coming-i-can-feel-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314189611475663722/posts/default/504315929925065286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8314189611475663722/posts/default/504315929925065286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtythirties.blogspot.com/2010/10/change-is-coming-i-can-feel-it.html' title='Change is coming.  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