Thermostat Wars: Freezing to A Popsicle In The Quest for Financial Independence

Inspired by the dual urge to save money, and help the environment, Mr. Grasshopper has turned into a thermostat dictator. He is also buoyed by the fact that because of the octogenarian house, he’s the only one who can understand the heating system. As I work from home with my bathrobe over my sweater and jeans, and a hat on my head, I am unable to reverse his evil machinations.   For the purposes of science (and this post), I just asked Mr. G what temperature he keeps the house at. His…

Watching the Bottom Line: The Grasshoppers Say Ta-Ta To Toilet Paper

I feel like we’ve known each other long enough for a rather personal confession. Here it is: The Grasshoppers have bid adieu to toilet paper for environmental, health-based, but mostly economic reasons. I grew up in a culture that doesn’t do toilet paper. My people use water instead. So, while I have traveled extensively and was certainly no stranger to the concept of toilet paper, I did not embrace it as the sole means of (*ahem*) my toilette until I was in my late teens. Grasshopper Evolution There are times in…

Housecleaning & How I Got Off the Habit Carousel

Grasshopper Confessional: Sooo, when I graduated from school and got my first high paying job, I did not immediately buy a car, or a Gucci purse. Nope. I began to pay for a cleaning service (yes. Maids!) to come to my house and clean for me every two weeks. Decadent. I know. And, I LOVED it. I figured that I was working full-time, and earning a lot of money. Ergo, I was entitled to use my free time to do fun stuff. And “fun stuff” did not (and for the…

A House Is Just A Box For Your Stuff; Live Outside The Box

When we purchased our starter home in 2010, I was convinced that I wanted to “move on up” in three to five years. But six years later, I know I was right to stay put. Something – society? family? my inner keeping-up-with-the-Joneses? – told me that I was supposed to buy a small starter house. Then a bigger house, and a bigger house…until, I assume, I had enough space to play quidditch in my living room. I never really asked myself why I wanted the bigger house. Perhaps I  thought a big home would mean…