Sunday, March 7, 2010

Beware The Small People

On Friday, Little Miss had a day off school (again, whee!), so we had a playdate. In fact, we sort of had two playdates, as we also invited a friend's son to join us since said friend broke her foot and is pretty much down for the count for awhile.

Picture me with three four year olds running amuck in my house for three hours. Two of the three were boys (because, after all, Little Miss has no interest in girls an only plays with boys now), and Little Miss plays like a boy anyway.

They were all pretty well behaved, but three children running around playing requires an active eye. One child had to go potty, so I showed him where the bathroom was and resumed monitoring the other two until he requested my help washing his hands. All was good.

A little while later, the same boy announced he had to go potty again, but this time he wanted no help. No worries. I kept playing with the other two children, and the little boy returned shortly thereafter.

At lunchtime, one boy's babysitter arrived to pick him up. We came up from the basement when we heard her, and she was in our foyer petting one of our cats. She asked if I knew that he'd been outside. In fact, he was sunning himself in our driveway when she pulled up and the car scared him.

Ummm, no. I didn't know that my indoor only cat was outside. I thought quickly and headed to the powder room, across the hall from my garage. Where the door was still standing wide open.

Of course the babysitter had found the ummm less intelligent of my two cats sitting in the middle of the driveway. After calling briefly for Roar (no grief on the names here, folks, Mister Man was only just three when he named Meow and Roar), I realized that he was outside, too.

Whee! Fortunately, he came running from the bushes to the side of my house once I called him, and he was redeposited inside, safe and sound.

Note to self: keep track of all small children and don't trust potty breaks.

After we ate lunch, I returned the little boy to my friend with the broken foot. She was in the process of trying to build and iceberg cake for said child's birthday party the next day, and she was requesting some assistance from me. She didn't believe me when I told her that I don't build or carve cakes for a reason, but between the two of us, we came up with some workable solutions.

While I was in the kitchen helping her figure this out (and racing into the basement to find a toy dinosaur I could wash and stick next to the cake before it fell over), Little Miss and her son were playing nicely in the other room. All was well.

I gathered up Little Miss when it was time for us to go, and luckily I didn't even need to ask Little Miss to put her coat on since she'd never taken it off for whatever reason. In fact, she even had put on her mittens.

We climbed into the car and began backing out of the driveway. I heard Little Miss shaking her mitten. Yep, I heard it. It jingled. In fact, it sounded rather like money. I sighed and pulled over, requesting to see the mitten.

Little Miss refused and pulled the mitten close to her chest. Fortunately, she quickly saw reason, and I began collecting the coins from Little Miss's mitten that she'd stolen from my friend. The only good news was that they were all pennies.

*sigh*

I decided against returning to the house and making my broken footed friend in the wheelchair let me in again, as we were fortunately going to see them again at the birthday party the next day. Instead, I placed the coins in my pocket with a mental note to return them.

Note to self: Little Miss doesn't get the value of money and apparently has no compunctions about taking them from other people. Have a little chat about thievery and respecting other people's property.

I'm feeling like a great trying-it-out-SAHM this week, can you tell?

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Take A Step Back

Mom, what's in your bag there? I sighed as I could see into my mom's purse. No wallet or lipstick there.

What? I could see her pulling her innocent face.

What is in the bag that you're opening up right now? By now I could see that the only thing in her purse was food.

Just a couple of pretzels and some grapes, why? She started to reach inside to offer them to the wee ones, who had just eaten lunch not twenty minutes before.

Put them away, Mom, I cringed some, knowing that this was going to not be fun.

What? They're just some healthy snacks. Wee ones, don't you want some yummy grapes?

Mom, please put them away. They just ate. The smile was falling from my face.

What? Grapes are healthy. Wee ones, your mommy doesn't want you to eat these nice healthy grapes. Don't you want some yummy juicy grapes? My mom dangled the aforementioned grapes in front of Little Miss's face.

Mom. Put. Them. Away. I could feel myself starting to growl.

We'd had this conversation over and over again, but it was always the same. My mom has an odd compunction to feed people, constantly. She is always giving the wee ones snacks of all kinds, albeit relatively healthy snacks. It didn't matter if the wee ones were hungry or not, my mom would offer them food. It got to the point that they entered my parents car and started to reach for food like Pavlov's overstuffed dog.

The odd part of this is the my mom doesn't even like food. She doesn't eat much, and she's always been thin as a rail. However, she's also always pushed food on me and the wee ones. It took a long time for me to recognize what hunger actually meant and to be able to listen to my body.

I remember being a kid and ordering three cheeseburgers from McDonalds, plus fries and a strawberry shake. The thought of eating that much food now makes me sick to my stomach, but somehow my parents never thought that they should possibly reign this in. I'm lucky that I was never heavier as a child than what I was, although I was never a string bean.

I refuse to have my children fall prey to the same challenge. When they're hungry, they can ask for food, and I am happy to give it to them. When I sense that Mister Man's blood sugar is getting low and his moods are getting wonky, I'll have him sit down and eat an orange or something along those lines. A snack every time we take a break in the day? Not so much.

What's wrong with a little snack?

Mom, they just ate lunch. If they're hungry, they can ask for a snack, but trust me, they're fine. Put away the food. They don't need it.

Why are you being this way?

Mom, you seem to have forgotten whose children they are. They're my children, not yours. Uh-oh, I'm on a roll now, and I was just hoping that no more came out than I intended and that I wouldn't regret this. I've been pushing this conversation off for a long time, silencing the irritation I felt every time my mom did something that ran counter to how I was raising my children, counter to the requests that I'd made of my parents. They don't need food, they don't need you to shove food in their face every time they see you. It isn't healthy for them. They need to learn to listen to when their tummies are telling them they're hungry. Until you hear it from them, close the bag, and put the food away.

There was stunned silence in the car. My dad took me to task for the tone I used, but at that point, I was done. I'd requested nicely time after time, and no one was listening. With the amount of time my parents spend with the wee ones, it was an issue and not the typical different rules when Grandma and Grandpa see their grandchildren.

See, I'm not always a very nice person, am I? And here you thought I was just full of sweetness and light!

Monday, March 1, 2010

Tasty Tuesday!

I got a little creative last week as I was trying to ensure that my iron level was high enough to allow me to donate blood. For whatever reason, a steak or good, juicy burger just wasn't interesting me (I know, what's wrong with me?).

On Thursday, I was struggling with what to make for dinner, as it needed to be relatively low effort since I was working from home. And it needed to be something the wee ones would eat. And I wanted it to help me with my iron.

I finally came up with an idea, very loosely based on my take on chicken and pea "risotto". Amazingly, even though I held out the spinach from part of it for Mister Man, both the wee ones loved it with the spinach. In fact, Mister Man asked if he could have it again for breakfast the next day. Who woulda thunk it? Behold:

Quinoa Entree:

Ingredients:
1 c quinoa (ok so I doubled this to ensure that I'd have leftovers)
1 T oil (or butter if you aren't trying to make this dairy free)
2 c chicken stock (make it with veggie stock or water to make it meatless)
1 t dried parsley (or 1 T fresh, but hold it out until the end)
5 oz frozen spinach, thawed and drained (or use fresh, but chop and wilt it)
1/2 t pepper
salt, to taste (I don't add salt when using chicken stock)
1 oz Parmesan cheese, fresh grated (no green cans!)

Directions:
Soak the quinoa in water two inches over the dry quinoa for a couple hours. Drain and rinse. Add oil or butter to the pot and replace the quinoa. Heat it on medium, stirring frequently, until it has a nice toasty scent - about ten minutes.

Add the chicken stock (or veggie stock or water) and dried parsley, and bring to a boil. Turn it down to a simmer and cook uncovered for ten minutes until all the liquid is absorbed.

Fluff gently, and add the thawed and drained (or chopped and wilted) spinach. Stir to combine, and add the pepper and any salt desired. Serve immediately, and grate the cheese atop the quinoa.

Enjoy!



And yes, I do have a photo, but my camera is out of batteries. I'll upload it once it's charged!

For more recipes, check out Tempt My Tummy Tuesday with Blessed with Grace!

Sunday, February 28, 2010

And So It Begins...

So do you remember back on ohhhh January 5 when I told you about how I had completed one of my goals for the new year? That would be almost exactly two months ago now.

Why don't you go grab something to drink and eat as I give you the update on my saga. We last left off when I had requested a leave of absence from my work - with a resignation letter typed up just in case - and my boss agreeing to a ninety day leave.

The next step was to figure out how. So I read the information on our intranet. While we have two kinds of leave - FMLA and personal leave - they don't differentiate well between the two, and there is no information about how to submit a personal leave.

January 5: I submitted a case to the online HR (it's all centralized now, whee!). I asked whether my situation qualified for FMLA or personal leave and, if personal leave, how I went about submitting it.

January 8: I called the 800 number for HR to inquire about my case, as it had been the three business day turnaround and I'd yet to hear a word. I was told that my case had been assigned to someone who would contact me with an answer. They couldn't help provide me with any info, nor could they give me an estimated turnaround time.

January 12: I received an email announcing that my case was closed and that to submit FMLA, I had to call an 800 number. Well, let's see. That a) repeated what was online word for word b) didn't answer the question of what I qualified for and c) skipped over the question on how to submit a personal leave. I immediately reopened it and requested an update on the specific questions I had.

January 15: I submitted a question to my online case (the only way I had to converse with HR on my case) asking for an update on the status.

January 21: I submitted another request for an update, since I'd yet to hear a word.

January 25: My case is once again marked closed. I am told that they cannot decide what is a personal v FMLA leave and that I should instead just apply for FMLA and see what happens. Seriously? Seriously, this is the solution you give me after almost three weeks of waiting?

January 26: I submit my FMLA claim and am told that paperwork will be processed and sent to me within 24 hours. I was to fill out my section of paperwork, then have my physician complete the remainder of it and return it. (The FMLA came about based on some of the behavior regression we're seeing with Mister Man - with me being at home and getting him into a more regular routine, the hope is that we can help stem this.)

February 1: The FMLA paperwork arrives in the mail. Again, it takes a week to mail something now? I fill out all the paperwork for my side and take it to the pediatrician - who of course is off until that Thursday.

February 4: The pediatrician calls me and asks about where we stand on some of the steps we'd talked about when I'd brought Mister Man in previously. As I was seeing a specialist on February 8, she requested that we hold off on turning in the paperwork until we heard from that person.

February 8: I waste four hours of my time at a doctor who doesn't want to see us. I'm highly irritated.

February 9: We have a massive snowstorm, and I leave work early. When I get home at 3, I try to connect to my work remotely, as I do every day. I can't connect. A call to the help desk later, we discover that I have mistakenly been put on leave and my access has been blocked. I ask my boss to submit a case to online HR (sound familiar?) reinstating me.

February 11: (Note, I am off work here and in Florida.) The pediatrician calls me to chat about our next steps and what I heard from the specialist. She agrees to fill out the paperwork and fax it in.

February 12: From Florida, I call the 800 number for the HR help to find out where my reinstatement is. Again, I am told that the case has been assigned to "someone" and that they will get back to me when they have a resolution. I explain the urgency and need that I am reinstated, to no avail.

February 15: I am still unable to log in from home, so I rearrange my childcare and go into the office. I finally get ahold of the person who is assigned to my case who is remarkably helpful and gets me reinstated immediately. He also actually answers all the questions I have on leaves from the previous closed case. I had given up on ever getting answers to those questions, but now I completely understand.

February 16: I get a call from the FMLA administrator saying that they have rejected the claim as the pediatrician neglected to fill out two sections of it. I contact the pediatrician's office, and I await another call from the pediatrician.

February 17: My boss and I decide that we are going to forget about the FMLA and just apply for a personal leave, now that I know how to do so from the conversation I had earlier this week with the helpful HR guy. We decide to wait until Thursday afternoon to apply for it starting three business days later.

February 18 4:45pm: I head to the pediatrician's office to pick up a copy of the paperwork that I remember the pediatrician said she was leaving for me. When I pick it up, the nurse notices that it isn't the same paperwork that is in the file. She makes a copy of the new paperwork for me. I notice that it has the two missing sections filled in and that it was faxed on the 15th.

February 18 5:15pm: I contact the benefits administrator (they were closed by the time I got home on the 19th) to see where my claim stands. They tell me that it was approved for a leave starting February 22. Ummm hold on a moment - so *I* have to call them to find out that it was approved. And it starts less than a business day later? I make arrangements to move the start date back a week so that I can transition some things at work. I cannot move the end date back a week and am hoping that my pediatrician will send in a note requesting the end date be changed. I then call my boss and let him know that the leave has finally been approved, and we don't have to go the route of personal leave (where my job is not protected).

February 25: I work my last official day (I'm off on Fridays). It feels really weird to be handing so many things over to different people and to say goodbye to those I enjoy working with. I also realize that it takes almost three hours to upload my critical files to a shared drive so they can be accessed while I am off. So much for signing off at 5pm or shortly thereafter.

I never imagined that this would be a two month saga. I never dreamed it would take two weeks to figure this out. Yikes!

March 1: This is tomorrow. This is my first official day of leave where I would be working and can instead settle into a new routine. So what am I going to do? Do I go get a massage? Change the oil in my car? Go grocery shopping? Clean up and organize the PTO room? Help stuff invitations for Mister Man's school event? Get a mani/pedi? Go to the gym and work out? The world is my oyster.

Orrrrr not. Nope, instead on Day One, I will be home with Little Miss, resident sickie.

Eleven weeks, four days to go. Wish me luck!

Friday, February 26, 2010

I So Didn't Even Want To Eat That Snickers Bar

And really, how often in life do you say that statement? Snickers are one of the few candies I actually will eat, and I don't think I'd had one since Halloween. I ate it this morning though, and it was almost torture to eat it. What a waste.

The good news is that it was completely worth it. (You're scratching your heads now, aren't you?)

See, Manic Mommy is having a virtual blood drive. This is the third year she's done it, and I think it's pretty awesome of her. She's encouraging people to donate blood, which is worthwhile all on its own. As an added inducement, she's gotten prizes donated for those people who donate blood from January 1 to February 28 and email her picture proof of the donation. For more details, read here.

I've participated the last two years that she's held it, since I'm a regular blood donor already. And no, I haven't won any prizes (yet!). I have two main reasons that I donate blood.

When my grandfather was ill before he died, he used gallons of blood. While the transfusions kept him alive, nothing was enough to return him to health - but without donations, no one has a chance. He was a regular blood donor, but I don't think even his massive quantities of blood made up for what he used. I'm helping to replenish what he needed.

I also have O negative blood, which is the universal donor. When there is an emergency and they don't have time to type someone's blood, O neg is what they need to use, so it's most in demand, as well as being in the veins of something like four percent of the population. As a regular donor, they like my good clean O neg, and it is bagged separately for use with babies who need it. Seeing that neonatal sticker on my blood each time and knowing that I'm able to give hope to families who otherwise wouldn't have it - there's no way I'm going to stop donating.

So did you notice that today is February 26 and the contest started January 1?

Yeah... me, too. Sadly, I'm not posting this now because I managed to donate twice in the timeframe (which is doable, every eight weeks get back out there!).

I tried donating early in January but was declined because my iron was low. Then I got sick. Then I was busy with work. My iron was low again. Work. I went to Florida for Disney's Social Media Moms conference. Work. I got sick. Work.

I knew that today was my last chance, so I've been preparing all week. Somehow, I needed to get my iron up to where it normally is. Until December, I'd been donating every eight weeks or so for years.

When I've donated before, their suggestions for getting your iron up were to eat chocolate covered raisins and Snickers bars. So yep, that's what I ate for breakfast. Of course, I didn't actually have chocolate covered raisins, but I did have raisins and chocolate chips, so I had a nice half cup of that. And then the Snickers bar that I ate on my way to the donation. That much chocolate that early in the morning is not fun. Apparently, I'm no longer eighteen, as I think at some point that would have appealed to me.

When I got there, they offered to test my iron for me before doing the rest of the paperwork to avoid wasting time for both of us. As I sat down, I asked how long it takes for the iron to metabolize. Oh, two to three hours, she told me. Great. So that junk I just ate to get my iron up within the last hour wasn't even going to make a difference. Whee.

She stuck my fingers for the sample and put it into the neat-o machine that gives the iron readings. Annnnnd... 14.8. For me, that's super high. And well above the 12.5 needed (I usually hover in the high 12s and low 13s). Yay, I could donate blood!


Apparently it was the quinoa and spinach that I had for dinner last night. Go fig. And yes, I will be posting the "recipe" for this, since even the wee ones ate it and loved it - to the point that Mister Man asked if he could have spinach and quinoa for breakfast this morning.

So how about you? Have you donated blood lately? Can you go donate blood still for Manic?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I Don't Even Really Need One, But Now I Have Two

There are definitely some things that put me on the fringe.

I took forever to get a cell phone. I remember working on consulting in the late 90s and going out to lunch with the guys on my team. All five of them would put their (identical) cell phones on the table when we got to lunch. There was a blank spot near me. And I was totally cool with it. I finally got one in maybe 2001 or 2002.

And now we have no landline and haven't for the last seven years. I'm funny that way. And umm no, I don't know how to text, and I have a phone that pretty much lets me call people. I will admit to beginning to lust after some of the cool phones with cool applications, but ... not yet.

When I graduated college and moved on my own, I purchased the usual staples of a new housekeeper. I had a vacuum, a kitchen table, a sofa, a bed, and the other usual odds and ends. But I had no microwave.

I cook. I like to cook. And at the time I had a tiny galley kitchen that had no spare counter space. Even after moving to places with larger kitchens - and yes, that became a criteria), I just didn't see the need for one. I don't like the texture of most reheated food, so I tend to eat leftovers cold. I don't eat microwave popcorn or microwaved ummm meals. Why bother?

Several years ago, a friend of mine offered to teach me how to make soap. I'd seen some of what she'd done with the cool colors and shapes and scents and such, and I was thrilled to learn. Can you tell that this was back when I was single and childless and had this thing I think is called free time?

As she was on her way (she fortunately lived very far away), she called to confirm that I had everything she needed to teach me to make soap. I did, and began to get out the measuring spoons, the liquid measuring cup, spatulae, and molds. I placed the newspaper on the kitchen table and set up drying racks.

Once she arrived, she unpacked the supplies she'd brought, broke apart the soap into the liquid measuring cup and walked into my kitchen. She walked around and around again. I watched her in silence.

"Ummm, where's your microwave, Michelle?" she asked.

"Uhhh, microwave?"

"Yeah, I need a microwave to melt the soap."

Apparently no, we couldn't just do it over the stove because she had no idea how to do that without ruining the soap. Soooo we packed up everything and headed to Target where I bought a microwave (the cheapest one I could find - this hobby was quickly becoming more expensive than I'd anticipated).

Once unpacked and plugged in, the microwave did its job melting the soap, and we got down to work. I learned how to know when the soap was melted, how and when to add dyes and scents, as well as the fun glitters and other powders available. We made soap to keep us clean for a year.

It was really easy, and we had a blast.

I debated returning my microwave after that, knowing that I could easily figure out how to do the soap on the stove, but I couldn't bring myself to return something that had been used, however briefly.

I haven't made soap since shortly after Mister Man was born, but I do still have most of the supplies needed, and someday I'll teach the wee ones. I see this as a great birthday party one day for Little Miss.

And that microwave? Well, it's down in the basement in the room that I will someday make my craft room waiting to melt some more soap. I can't quite bring myself to get rid of it.

That doesn't mean that we're completely without a microwave though. When we moved into our house, although the previous owners stripped all the cable and stereo wires from inside the walls (sadly, I'm not joking) they left behind a microwave that nicely matches the kitchen. It keeps great time on my kitchen counter now. Plus, it's a great shelf for those things that I just can't quite find a home for. With cabinets only a few inches above it, it hides the mess nicely.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Have You Learned What The New Credit Card Rules Really Mean?

Disclaimer: I am not a financial professional, nor should anything here be construed as advice. I simply like to read, a lot, and am somewhat annoyed by the coverage of the new CARD Act implementation, as I feel that there are some points that are not made as clearly as they ought to be. This is for informational purposes only. If you have questions about your specific credit cards, contact your financial professional or credit card issuer.

Whew, that was a mouthful, wasn't it? Regardless, the above pretty much sums it up. A year ago April, the Credit Card Accountability, Responsibility and Disclosure Act of 2009 (CARD Act) was signed into law. It was designed as a way to help consumers better understand their credit cards and not be penalized unfairly. The CARD Act is huge. Massive. And it has a lot of different pieces to it. In fact, the Fed still hasn't ruled on what "reasonable" late fees are -- something that will go into place in September of this year, along with the last of the protections.

In the interim, there have been a few different pieces implemented. In September last year, credit card companies began to have to give you forty-five days' notice prior to changing terms for your credit card, such as raising the interest rate and late fees or changing the rewards program on the card.

Yesterday, February 22, the majority of the provisions took effect. The way some of them have been described isn't very clear, however. Hopefully some of the below information will help you.

Interest Rate Changes:
Previously, banks could raise interest rates at any time. This included both your existing balance and new balances, and they could do it even if you were late on another payment that had nothing to do with them (called universal default - you default in one place and your rate is hiked elsewhere).

Now, banks cannot do this. The rate you are offered cannot increase in the first year you have the account (unless it is an introductory rate, e.g., 0% for six months). There are only three ways that your rate can increase:
1) You have a variable interest rate, and the Prime rate published in the WSJ has climbed. On the flip side, there are also no more floors, so when it was a rate of Prime + 5.99% and Prime was 2% but your minimum rate was 10.99%, you still paid 10.99% - now you'll pay 7.99%.
2) You are more than 60 days late making a payment. At that point, you can (not all issuers have this, so check your credit card agreement) be moved to the Penalty Rate, which is a higher APR. This applies to your entire balance, not just new purchases. However, if you make six payments in a row on time, starting in September, 2010, they will have to move you back to your original rate. The lesson here? Make your payments on time, even if it's only the minimum!
3) Your credit card issuer has given you the proper notice that it is going to increase your interest rate. Again, they have to give you the forty-five days mentioned above, but this increase has two caveats. First, you have the right to opt out (and if you opt out, they will close your account and have you pay it down although you won't have to pay it all immediately - they can, however, increase your monthly payment such that you pay off the balance in five years or double your monthly payment). Second, the rate increase will apply only for new transactions; your existing balance will remain at the original rate.

This brings us neatly to the next item.

Payment Allocation:
This one was always a little murky. Credit card companies can apply your payments however they want. If you have multpiple interest rates, many (but not all!) card companies would apply the payment to your lowest interest rate balance. The effect of this would be that you would pay higher interest than you would have intended. This rule particularly hurt people who opened accounts with 0% rates and made many purchases or transferred balances at 0% but then made subsequent purchases at a higher interest rate.

Now, all credit card companies have to apply any payment greater than the minimum payment to your highest rate balances first. This will help lower the overall interest that people pay if they carry a balance and have multiple rates. However, do your best to pay off your credit card every month so that none of this is an issue for you!

Grace Periods:
Grace periods over the years have shrunk and shrunk. When I got my first credit card, it was a thirty day grace period. By this time last year, I had a card with a twenty-one day grace period. That means that my cycle closed on (for example) the 11th of the month. The credit card company then had to process the account and create and mail my statement. The statement had to be mailed giving me at least fourteen days to pay (per Regulation Z). For many people, this was a challenge to time the bills right, get it turned around the mail, etc - especially when there was a holiday or weekend involved.

Twenty-one days after the 11th meant that my bill would generally then be due on the 2nd of the month, if the month had thirty-one days. Or on the 1st if there were thirty days. Add in February. Now make the 2nd a Sunday, and you have to make sure the payment is in by the 1st. Then again, this is why I pay all my bills online from the issuer's site setting up the payment to be automatically withdrawn on the due date.

Now there are two changes. The statement must be mailed at least twenty-one days prior to your due date, which gives more time. The effect of this means that most issuers have increased their grace periods to 25 days (with some at 23).

The due date for your statement must also be the same each month. If it falls on a weekend, it moves to the next business day. This makes it much easier to remember exactly when you need to pay a bill. Tip: if you're someone who gets a check the same date each month and that poses a challenge to paying your credit card on time due to the timing of your due date, try calling your credit card issuer to see if you can move the due date to a date that works better for your checkbook.

Paying To Pay:
Some credit card issuers charged to take an online payment. Most charged for a phone payment, anywhere from $15 to $25. This is no longer allowed. Making a payment must be a free service. The exception to this is an expedited payment, for example it's 8:15pm and your payment was due today - if you call and make a payment by phone, they can still charge you (although not all do).

Protecting The Young:
I remember being a college student and having credit card companies setting up tables all over campus offering all sorts of goodie. Many of my friends applied for credit cards because of the "fun" of it or because of the high pressure tactics. And yes, some of them got into trouble with them. As an alumnae today, my college has a deal that I'm sure pays them millions to solicit alumni.

Today? No more tables. Credit card companies cannot be give away their free gifts within 1,000 feet of campus or at campus events (bye bye huge tables blocking my way at football games!), which should severely limit credit card solicitations on campus.

If you're under 21, there are also additional protections, although some of it is a sham. Those under 21 cannot receive prescreened offers unless the person consents to receive them (and really, who wants that?). Those under 21 also need a co-signer for the credit card or need to show proof of their ability to repay the debt. That sounds good, right? Unfortunately, in reality that means that the simply have to declare an income. If they say they make $100,000 per year, that's enough proof (per the interpretation of the Fed by the way, not a decision from the credit card companies).

Fees, Fees, Fees:
Credit card companies have come to rely on fees to provide credit to people who ... maybe shouldn't have credit cards. They did things that ranged from charging over the limit fees each time a card went over the limit (e.g., interest pushed you over the limit $39, pay down to just under the limit and then make a purchase $39, and you can do that every day throughout the month and be charged $39 each time). And the subprime cards? They charged huge fees from an application fee to an activation fee to an annual fee to a monthly fee and sometimes all of the above. There was one secured card that gave a $250 limit and charged $256 in fees in the first year. Yikes!

Now consumers have to opt into allowing over the limit fees, and many credit card companies have simply done away with them, knowing that few people will do so. If you do opt in (why?!), they can only charge on over limit fee in a given billing cycle. Additionally, you can't be charged an over limit fee if interest or other fees charged by the credit card company push you over.

And any fees (not late fees, returned check fees, or interest - the avoidable things) has to be capped at 25% of the credit limit for the first year. Granted, 25% can still be fairly high, but that limit is unlikely to be reached except for the very low limit cards aimed at those with no or poor credit. However, this is only the case for the first year the card is open. After that, there is no cap on fees, and I wouldn't be surprised if people with those cards are shocked in month thirteen with the fees charged.

Statement Changes:
I'm lucky that I've always understood my statement. I've been able to figure out what I owe and when I owe it, and that's all I needed to know. But not everyone is that lucky, especially when there are terms that change or fees on specific transactions like cash advances that were hard to find or understand.

Now billing statements have to be much clearer. And also a whole lot longer. The credit card statement I received on Friday was three pages long for less than a page of transactions. (And yes, that cost has to be made up somewhere - Alliance Data Systems is already charging $1 per month for those electing to receive a paper statement.)

The new statement has to clearly lay out how long it will take you to pay off your bill if you pay only the minimum monthly payments (yikes!). It also has to show what payment you'd need to make to ensure you pay off your bill within three years, and they include a toll free number to a non-profit credit counseling agency. There will be a box showing your total interest and total fees paid year to date, along with a late payment warning. You'll start to see this immediately, with major terms outlined clearly and in large type.

Wow this got long fast! There are a lot of other provisions within the CARD Act that went into place yesterday ranging from double cycle billing to . I hope this was helpful to you. If you're interested in learning more about the CARD Act, let me know what you're confused about, and I'll put up another post. In the meantime, know what you're signing up for, and use your credit wisely - it's your money you're spending, so don't waste it on interest and fees!

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