Saturday, April 4, 2009

The month without spending continues

So far, it's been tougher than I thought.

My favorite jeans ripped and I can't replace them. I forgot to buy Slumdog on DVD, which ticks me off!

I also saw the most amazing pair of shoes at Dillards, but it's all look and don't touch for the rest of month.

On a much happier note, I was asked for exercise advice at the gym today! I've never had somebody ask why I did a certain exercise or what muscles it workqed before, so it was really exciting for me.

Also, my knee seems to be healed, meaning I can finally after five months get back to doing cardio and working my lower half. My arms and shoulders look really good (well, as good as a round girl can look), but my legs are hideous!

Friday, March 27, 2009

A month without spending

Well, kinda. I read an article somewhere on the internets advocating taking a month and buying nothing except food basics.

No new clothes, no premade meals, no eating out, nothing except the absolute essentials.

I've decided to give this a try in April. I have some trips coming up, and I want to see if I can save a coupla hundred bucks for said trips.

If it works, I might do it once a quarter or so in an attempt to save up money for school or to tackle that pesky credit card debt that's still around.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Long time, no post

It's been a while since I posted anything. Between state high school tournaments and the WAC basketball tourneys, I haven't felt much like spending quality time with my computer away from work.

Speaking of work, D-Day is Monday, the day they announce the latest round of layoffs. Truthfully, I think I want to get laid off. I'm sick and tired of worrying about it all. I've signed up for informational classes on becoming a dental hygienist and a nurse, both careers that would allow me to pack up and move back home after Idaho pays for my job "retraining."

In other news, I continue to despise the men of Match for not even responding to say they're not interested and my roommate's court date is Monday. I'm hoping for a few days in jail, cause he deserves it.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The sword of Damocles

Yes, I'm breaking out some ancient Greek knowledge on you today.

Now granted, I'm not in any sort of position of power, but that doesn't mean I don't have a sense of foreboding about the constant threat of layoffs at my shop. They're coming, more than likely by the end of the month. Like most peons at newspapers, I'm left in the dark about how many or when. Does wonders for morale, let me tell you.

The worst part is that the Grand Poobahs in charge don't seem to have any ideas other than cuts. No thoughts about finding new revenue streams or what to do online to bring in more money. A good number of the businesses who are pulling their ads aren't coming back. They've gone out of business or have moved their ad dollars elsewhere.

We continue to drive off advertisers and readers by producing less and less content, yet charging them the same amount. I would certainly not subscribe to our paper. There's nothing that interests me in it. Nothing that targets single professionals, very little for the NHL/NASCAR/tennis fan and our coverage of the music scene is pathetic, mostly because the entertainment editor can't see the value in any type of music that isn't what he listens too.

The saddest part is that I have reached a point of not caring anymore. It's just a job with shitty hours and crappy pay. When a business reaches the point that people are hoping to get laid off, it's probably not long for the world.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Anti-love songs

Alleged love songs that don't mean what you think.

Hinder: Lips of an Angel. Dude's talking to his ex on the phone while his poor current girlfriend is waiting for him in bed. What a douche!

Extreme: More than Words. Guy's trying to get his girlfriend to fuck him. He's not in love, he's just horny.

Uncle Kracker: Follow Me. Another douchy guy, this one trying to get a married woman to jump into the sack with him. What is it with these guys?

The Police: Every Breath You Take. It's about stalking! And this is a popular first dance song at weddings?

REM: This One Goes Out To the One I Love. Another popular wedding song that wouldn't be if people listened to what he's saying. "A simple prop to occupy my time" Does that sound like a song about everlasting devotion? I didn't think so.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


After losing about 30 pounds since my last bra fitting, I decided Sunday it was time for another. My bras, especially the bands, didn't fit, and you're supposed to get fitted after you lose 20 pounds (or gain it), so down to Dillards I went.

The little (and I mean teeny, tiny) girl with the hot pink measuring tape takes me back into the dressing room and whips off her measuring tape. 34 . . . OK, I figured that. I was a 36 the last time. But then she measured my booms. . . H.


That's like stripper sized, stripper with big implants sized even. Like bigger than Pamela Anderson, who's only a 36DDD.


What normal woman is that size? I felt like I should take myself down to one of the local strip clubs and see if they needed a dancer, although I don't have the tummy for it really.

Best of all, they only carried one bra my size at Dillards, and they're the only department store that carries them at all, which means I'm going to have to buy all my bras online now, without trying them on.

This does pretty much decide though. I'm getting them cut off. I'm so over boobies.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Ups and downs

Up: I find the lone other liberal from Indiana who lived in Missoula and likes weird indie films.
Down: I bought awesome hot pink shoes that don't fit me right.

Up: I remain employed.
Down: They killed our 401K match and are planning more layoffs.

Up: Hockey on TV!!!!!
Down: The Red Wings beat BBJ and the Pens.

Up: I have a 2K refund coming.
Down: It's not enough to completely rework my wardrobe.

Up: Maggie is much more lively since her $700 of mouth work.
Down: I still haven't paid it off.