I am a Sucker

So I raked in almost one hundred smackeroos on garb that I can't fit in, have no room for, didn't know what I was thinking when i bought it or don't like anymore. Not bad. It was difficult to restrain myself from buying more clothes as I was selling my old ones, but somehow I managed.

The only practical way of celebrating such victory and frugality is indulging in a $18 Costa Rican lunch. I had momentarily considered opting with hotdogs from the Vienna beef factory store, or even standing in line at Hot Dougs, but no a juicy ribeye steak under a pile of onions, with a whopping side of plantains and rice was calling my name. Let's not forget the creamy banana shake. I don't remember the last time I spent that much money on my own lunch. Which makes me wonder what else do I have laying around that I could sell.

I also wanted to mention how pleased I am with my cheap underwear purchase. No it's not from the thrift store, but Target. To think all this time I was blowing my bucks on stupid Victoria's Secret stuff, which don't get me wrong, is fine and dandy. But the Hane's comfort line is my new guilty pleasure. For about $6 you get a set of 3 pair, that's about $2 an undie. And if you read the product description off amazon it states that it's for all types of women from professionals, part time employees and even homemakers. Hellooo, what about the unemployed? Do i just fall under the homemaker category now? Nevertheless the undies are very comfy, come in dorky prints and don't ride up or try to hide in places fabric isn't meant to be. They are perfect complement for surfing the internet in search of the high paying job I need so I no longer have to buy el cheapo underwear.

Why do people give me a look of horror when I ask them if they think it's wrong for me to spend my unemployment money on a Wii fit? One person that was questioned responded that Obama certainly would not approve of me wasting my funds on something so materialistic. I happen to disagree, I think Obama would fully approve of me making the purchase. First of all, the Wii is Obama approved, if he was against the Wii he would have not bought Malia and Sasha one for Christmas. I think Obama would be proud that I would want to be getting in shape even though I could probably do the same activities outside. The White House has a bowling alley in it, yet Obama would rather play Wii bowling. Besides my theory is that if I make the investment of purchasing the Wii fit I can get in shape, boost my confidence and garner a high paying respectable job that I deserve, and spend my free time giving to charity. The only drawback that I can think of is knowing that the Wii Fit is going to call me a fat ass and tell me to get into shape.

PS since we have had cable internet installed my unpacking productivity has gone down to a big fat ZERO!

Slow Moving Creature

Moving is a huge challenge for me. Let's face it, I'm a bit of a pack rat. I confess that I have kept birthday cards that were given to me back in junior high. I keep telling myself that one day I am just going to scan them and keep them as a digital file, but do you think that's very realistic? No. I was very good at packing at first for the move. I boxed all the fragile items carefully and labeled the boxes accurately. But of course I got lazy. On moving day I just dumped drawers out in random boxes and wrapped it all up with tape. Bad idea, now each time my companion asks me, "where is this" or "where is that" i have to go hunting through practically each box of bric a brac in my quest.

In other worlds I am a bit relieved to be unemployed during this time. Sure it would be grand to be making some money so I could spend it on the new house, but right now it's for the best thing since I can be available to let the cable guy in, the appraiser in, the gas guy in, the carpet people in...the list of people stopping by never ends. Maybe I can even dedicate some time to unpacking!


I wish being a packrat meant looking this cute!

Lazy Weekend

The nice thing about spending the weekend at my companion's house is that I can devote mass amounts of time to reading while he diligently turns screws and clamps hoses down on his soon to be extremely rockin and cool looking bike. If I was to spend this time at home I think it would feel somewhat remorseful about not doing anything else productive. So spending this time here is a real treat. And the food is good and they always put a beer or a glass of wine in my hand. Sunday mornings there is a huge plate of bacon to wake up to. I'm glad that my companion's parents are fun and sweet and don't mind my lounging around all Saturday and Sunday.

This weekend I have been reading the House of Sand and Fog. Which Oprah liked so much she decided to make part of her book club. I feel somewhat uncomfortable shelving Oprah books, but what can I say you are guaranteed a grim read.

Maybe it's not the right time for me to be reading this book. But I've already blasted through 310/364 pages. The story revolves around two stubborn groups of people fighting for a house. Which only reminds me of the frustration that my companion and I have felt the last few months. Tomorrow has to be the day that we claim what is ours. I am sick and tired of constantly jumping up to the barrage of phone calls from agents, mortgage lenders and attorneys. Not the mention the fact that we have been living in boxes for 2 months. And all the questions from friends and family about how progress on the new place is going and when are we going to move in. I admit that I fall prey to the excitement of moving in and have discussed and pondered all the different paint color options for this room and that, and what about putting a butcher block in the kitchen for some additional cutting space? But my companion remains firm on the goal, which is closing first, paint second or any of the other nonsense. So everything has to go well tomorrow, March 2nd at 1 pm in Addison. We have fought long and hard and now is the time to move into our very first house. I think Oprah would agree.