I haven't shopped in ages. It's because now that I'm married I'm broke.
Don't get me started on why...it just amazes me how TWO incomes are LESS than one. Despite simple math, people, it is true. How, I don't know. But it is.
So, long story slightly shorter, I haven't shopped in a long, long time. And today I have the urge.
It started when thinking of the Christmas party and how I probably should wear a black dress I have, then went on as a stream of consciousness: how about that little black dress, and what shoes? Well, I have a few. But they all hurt. Especially now that my big toe is injured. I know, very Shaq-like. I'll probably look Shaq-like huge in that dress if I wear flat shoes. Better not go there. What shoes do I have that I like? Oh, those brown ones. Those are cute, and lower heeled, and I've only worn them ONCE! Do I have a brown dress? No. Well, yes, but it's too formal. I'd sure LOVE to shop for a cute, flattering, brown dress. I could save money by just using shoes I have (avoid thinking of the dress cost). I'll just get a simple, affordable, classy chocolate brown dress. And makeup. Natural colored brown makeup....
And so it goes. Pray I resist the shopping. And the internet.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Against My Better Judgement
I have gone and done it.
Gone and done something I never thought I'd do...or try...or get hooked on...or be into in any way, shape, or form.
And it's called golf. G.O.L.F., people. Who knew? Who knew I'd actually like that silly sport? Actually, let me rephrase. Not sport, game. I do intend to hold that it is a game, not a sport. I don't sweat while playing (unless it's weather-related rather than activity-related), and while it is difficult and requires much skill...there are highly skilled, un-athletic people out there participating. Kind of like poker on ESPN. Just because a sports channel covers it does not make it a sport; game is still the category. But a conversation for another day, another time.
Right now I'm still amazed and focussed on the fact that I have now played multiple times...and LIKED it. So many times that we just bought me new clubs because the husband's are too heavy. My own clubs (they were on sale). For golf! Seriously. What has the world come to?
I have to say though. I love being outside, with friends, having a beverage or two, all while golfing!
What's it gonna be next? Lawn bowling? Who knows.
Gone and done something I never thought I'd do...or try...or get hooked on...or be into in any way, shape, or form.
And it's called golf. G.O.L.F., people. Who knew? Who knew I'd actually like that silly sport? Actually, let me rephrase. Not sport, game. I do intend to hold that it is a game, not a sport. I don't sweat while playing (unless it's weather-related rather than activity-related), and while it is difficult and requires much skill...there are highly skilled, un-athletic people out there participating. Kind of like poker on ESPN. Just because a sports channel covers it does not make it a sport; game is still the category. But a conversation for another day, another time.
Right now I'm still amazed and focussed on the fact that I have now played multiple times...and LIKED it. So many times that we just bought me new clubs because the husband's are too heavy. My own clubs (they were on sale). For golf! Seriously. What has the world come to?
I have to say though. I love being outside, with friends, having a beverage or two, all while golfing!
What's it gonna be next? Lawn bowling? Who knows.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
New Family
While everyone around me seems to be popping out the kiddies, we have a new addition of our own to announce!
No babies! But a puppy!
We now are the proud parents of a new little lab baby boy. He's 7 weeks and oh-so-adorable. We bring him home tomorrow, so I'll try to take pics and post.
No babies! But a puppy!
We now are the proud parents of a new little lab baby boy. He's 7 weeks and oh-so-adorable. We bring him home tomorrow, so I'll try to take pics and post.
Today's Rant
OK.
Last week it was hitting contaminated material and having to have all of my crews in respirators and Tyveks. The week before it was not having the right-of-entries for the properties that we are BUILDING THE PROJECT ON.
This week? Picketing.
Yes, picketing. We had to call the cops to have the people moved because it was a safety hazard.
Now I'm not going to go into the whole union worker issue here because I just don't do that publicly. However, I will go into this. We are trying to get a job done that will help the community. I am building a sewer, for goodness sakes. A MUCH NEEDED sewer, at that. If we don't build it, I imagine that you will have many more problems in the community then PICKETING a contractor who is just trying to build. He is a union contractor. He pays prevailing wage. Just because you draw your 'this union/that union' line in the middle of freaking town, DOES NOT mean that he should not be able to work here. Or to give you the right to make all of our innocent, law-abding, lives miserable, causing double the work, for this entire job.
If the two unions need to have a pissing match, can you please just do it at your hall or something? Picket there? Please?
Last week it was hitting contaminated material and having to have all of my crews in respirators and Tyveks. The week before it was not having the right-of-entries for the properties that we are BUILDING THE PROJECT ON.
This week? Picketing.
Yes, picketing. We had to call the cops to have the people moved because it was a safety hazard.
Now I'm not going to go into the whole union worker issue here because I just don't do that publicly. However, I will go into this. We are trying to get a job done that will help the community. I am building a sewer, for goodness sakes. A MUCH NEEDED sewer, at that. If we don't build it, I imagine that you will have many more problems in the community then PICKETING a contractor who is just trying to build. He is a union contractor. He pays prevailing wage. Just because you draw your 'this union/that union' line in the middle of freaking town, DOES NOT mean that he should not be able to work here. Or to give you the right to make all of our innocent, law-abding, lives miserable, causing double the work, for this entire job.
If the two unions need to have a pissing match, can you please just do it at your hall or something? Picket there? Please?
Friday, September 26, 2008
Advice
If there were any men who read this blog, I would give them some friendly words of advice:
Do NOT, under any circumstance, EVER challenge their women to actually be crazy.
Tip: We ALL are crazy. In our own little ways, all different, yet ALL crazy. Yes, I said CRAZY. You can disguise crazy with synonyms like passionate, lively, full of personality. Yet it all comes back to the same thing. C.R.A.Z.Y.
So. When you are discussing an issue in the relationship, and you happen to ask for 'patience' or 'understanding' or 'tolerance', please, please, please remember that if she is sane at the moment, and merely raising her voice, she is most likely ALREADY giving you these things. If she were actually being impatient or lacking tolerance, she would be showing you CRAZY.
And it would be very, very wise to not ask to see what it would look like should she NOT be giving you patience and/or tolerance. Because you do not need to ever see what The Crazy looks like. Never. Ever.
Just some friendly advice from someone whose husband probably would have appreciated it prior to this morning.
Do NOT, under any circumstance, EVER challenge their women to actually be crazy.
Tip: We ALL are crazy. In our own little ways, all different, yet ALL crazy. Yes, I said CRAZY. You can disguise crazy with synonyms like passionate, lively, full of personality. Yet it all comes back to the same thing. C.R.A.Z.Y.
So. When you are discussing an issue in the relationship, and you happen to ask for 'patience' or 'understanding' or 'tolerance', please, please, please remember that if she is sane at the moment, and merely raising her voice, she is most likely ALREADY giving you these things. If she were actually being impatient or lacking tolerance, she would be showing you CRAZY.
And it would be very, very wise to not ask to see what it would look like should she NOT be giving you patience and/or tolerance. Because you do not need to ever see what The Crazy looks like. Never. Ever.
Just some friendly advice from someone whose husband probably would have appreciated it prior to this morning.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Yep.
It sure is Monday.
Wow.
Not sure I can do another one of these things. You know, overachieving Mondays that insist upon being very, very difficult.
But I'm alive, and that is good. So that will have to do for now.
Wow.
Not sure I can do another one of these things. You know, overachieving Mondays that insist upon being very, very difficult.
But I'm alive, and that is good. So that will have to do for now.
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