Earlier this week, I bought 100 pounds of dog food (so the pupsicles will have food and I will be secure in the knowledge that they do) with the 'blow' money my guy had given me. Then I went to Wal-MartZes and stocked up on laundry detergent, dish detergent, soaps, shampoos, toothpastes, toothbrushes (i'm hard on them and like fresh ones, so rotate them and change them out often~it's a vice, so sue me), deodorant, paper towels, toilet paper, napkins, gallon storage bags, sandwich bags, scrubbies, sponges, and other supplies that help me to feel secure (other women love a good bargain on shoes, i stock soaps and things, at least i use my stuff more than a few times, and they say i'm crazy) with my lil check (and when i say lil, i do mean lil, as in seventy-five bucks lil). Today, I cashed out my bigger check (when i say bigger, i mean as in about five hundred and fifty bucks~the lil check and the bigger check yield me about six hundred and thirty five dollars per month, yea! frugal me) and paid October's rent; paid a portion of last month's, all of this month's, and part of next month's phone bill; paid early on my electric bill; paid three months' worth of garbage bills; refilled my meds for the month; bought 5 quarts of oil; bought some groceries; and bought an Oster 12 speed blender (cuz i've been wanting a blender for months and months, wow, yeah ok, it's been on my christmas wish list for three years now), a wire whisk, a Rival sandwich maker (two dolla's make ya holla!), and a queen size featherbed (for twenty bucks, a featherbed, for twenty bucks, a queen sized featherbed for twenty bucks~who's the shit?!? oh yeah, that's right). After putting ten bucks of gas in the car, I now have four dollar bills and a handful of change til next month.
With the exception of the blender, the sandwich maker, and the featherbed; this is my life, this is what I do, every month. Not even a week into the month, I'm down to about five bucks. Every month.
I hate to shop, which works well for me cuz I don't have money to shop with. So that's all right then. The reason I even saw the blender and the sandwich maker and the featherbed (warm, cozy winter, ahhhhh) was cuz I went to a store called "Dirt Cheep" (and the salvation army store, they had the sandwich maker) to see if they had mixing bowls because I have none and I bake occasionally and plan to make more often. And the sad thing is, I feel a smidgen guilty for "splurging" on those items when i ought to have put the money toward my counseling.
Cuz usually, every dollar I have is earmarked for necessities; like, rent, electric, gas, propane, medication, garbage, dog food, me food, personal items, phone (there's a story there), and counseling. My guy often will ask me if I need anything before he leaves to go back home (we live an hour and a half apart) and mostly I say, "no". Cuz I don't, not really. Got food in the cupboard and clothes on my back and a roof over my head. Then he goes and leaves me something anyway cuz he knows i don't have extra cash on hand, in case something goes awry like needing oil in the car and air in the tires.
Security for me is knowing I have the bills paid and that I am stocked up on toilet paper. That's the way I hunt and gather. How do you do it?