I love lifehacks. I have been trying to figure out mine for a… good long while. +grins+
Stuff I do…
I am fantastically lucky on the topic of clothing, because I can live in jeans and t-shirts unless I need to dress up for an event. I work with glue and crumbling paper and sometimes chemicals all day, dress code does not apply. The jeans give me pockets for phone and wallet, beltloops for my key-carabiner, and generally don't take a lot of thought.
We have glass glasses, pottery mugs, wineglasses, and others in the house for when we're being various levels of formal, but mostly we – and _definitely_ I – drink out of those gigantic plastic things with lids and straws and rubberized grips. Or Coke bottles. We have a cat, and we are mostly clumsy as hell with stupid medical foo on all parts. The lids mean that we don't spend half our evenings mopping the floors – or at least have to mop less!
The biggest thing for the four of us (they can name themselves or not) is that we all have serious communication and memory issues. Therefore, we have whiteboards in the kitchen, a physical calendar in the living room, google Calendar synched with each of our accounts, a locked DW community for 'hey, y'all it's 3am and I'm awake and I'm gonna forget if I don't say this now' or 'hey, y'all, I'm 500+ miles away but y'all need to know this' that also has static reminders of holidays and when one of us is going to be gone. We also use twitter as a slightly more temporary 'ohshit, plans changed, gonna be [x] til [$timeofday]'
Also we each have a googleDoc of 'stuff [x] wants' that is shared with each other and with various others on-request, so that we don't have to try to remember the random mentions from four months ago when we're scrambling for ideas for gifts. That may be one of my favorite things we've done to make life easy for each other.
I've tried at various times to do 'care and feeding' posts, but the urge only strikes when I'm feeling incredibly defensive and then when I read back over it I sound like a total bitch, so I delete it. *wryface*
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Date: 2013-06-12 03:16 pm (UTC)I love lifehacks. I have been trying to figure out mine for a… good long while. +grins+
Stuff I do…
I am fantastically lucky on the topic of clothing, because I can live in jeans and t-shirts unless I need to dress up for an event. I work with glue and crumbling paper and sometimes chemicals all day, dress code does not apply. The jeans give me pockets for phone and wallet, beltloops for my key-carabiner, and generally don't take a lot of thought.
We have glass glasses, pottery mugs, wineglasses, and others in the house for when we're being various levels of formal, but mostly we – and _definitely_ I – drink out of those gigantic plastic things with lids and straws and rubberized grips. Or Coke bottles. We have a cat, and we are mostly clumsy as hell with stupid medical foo on all parts. The lids mean that we don't spend half our evenings mopping the floors – or at least have to mop less!
The biggest thing for the four of us (they can name themselves or not) is that we all have serious communication and memory issues. Therefore, we have whiteboards in the kitchen, a physical calendar in the living room, google Calendar synched with each of our accounts, a locked DW community for 'hey, y'all it's 3am and I'm awake and I'm gonna forget if I don't say this now' or 'hey, y'all, I'm 500+ miles away but y'all need to know this' that also has static reminders of holidays and when one of us is going to be gone. We also use twitter as a slightly more temporary 'ohshit, plans changed, gonna be [x] til [$timeofday]'
Also we each have a googleDoc of 'stuff [x] wants' that is shared with each other and with various others on-request, so that we don't have to try to remember the random mentions from four months ago when we're scrambling for ideas for gifts. That may be one of my favorite things we've done to make life easy for each other.
I've tried at various times to do 'care and feeding' posts, but the urge only strikes when I'm feeling incredibly defensive and then when I read back over it I sound like a total bitch, so I delete it. *wryface*