Saturday Night Fever: Dress{ed}

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side view of woman standing in front of window wearing brown dress and over-the-knee socks

It would be easy to believe – from viewing the majority of photos on this blog – that I lounge about unclothed most of the time.

(Or that when I *do* wear clothes, the clothes I wear fall exclusively into the category of ‘Christmas sweaters’ or ‘pajamas’. 😛 )

HOWEVER

Regardless of how it may seem…

I really am dressed most of the time. Really!

Yes, even with the Coronapocalypse and having to work from home (which is a less-than-20% thing for me, because What I Do For A Living doesn’t translate well to the home environment), I am still dressed.

Often in jeans.

Sometimes in leggings.

Almost always – this time of year – in boots.

But also — provided they are of the comfortable variety — in dresses.

Like so:

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Bookworm

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Booked clipart

We’re ridiculous m’kay?

Just… Not gonna lie.

*laugh*

SO

He’s in the kitchen looking in the fridge and he sees my grocery haul, which includes Coke bottles that are currently chilling in the refrigerator door, and he says, “Now I feel like a Coke…” so of course I step into the kitchen and give him a good ‘feel’ — which makes him all kinds of happy and handsy — and then I say, “No, you don’t feel like a Coke.”

So then he follows me into the other room and is like, “I think I feel like… a BOOK!” and gets all grinny (because of course I hold onto books — they are constantly in my hands) and lays down all stiff-like, pretending to be a hardcover, enticing me to open him up.

And before I can say, “What? You mean you want me to crack your spine…?” (get it? book? spine?) he points to the bulge in his crotch and adds further feel-up enticement with:

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Turn it up!

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I remember reading, several years ago, a blog post by Jenny Lawson, in which she describes singing “really enthusiastically” in her car and having another driver mistake her shout-singing face for just a plain-ole shouty face. When he rolled down his window and was all, “What’s your PROBLEM, lady?” she was like, “Nothing? I’m singing?”

And when Rude Dude figured out that she was just having a head-bangin’ time in her car to the tune of Call Me Maybe, he chilled out his road-rage-y-ness, said “Turn it up!” and SANG ALONG WITH HER.

And y’know…

Aside from the initial ‘anger’ bit…

That’s just all kinds of fun/ny and is the kind of thing that should happen more often.

I can’t say it’s ever happened to me.

(Though there was that one time when my boyfriend and I were stuck on some kind of divided freeway in North Carolina in a standstill traffic jam on a hot summer day and when we rolled our windows down we could hear that the vehicles on either side of us had their radios tuned to the same station as we did so we all cranked the dial LOUD and laid our seats back and chilled to Coolio.)

What *does* happen to me is more along the lines of…

  • flip channel
  • commercial
  • flip channel
  • flip channel
  • end of some awesome ’80s song
  • talk talk talk blah blah from uninteresting DJ
  • commercial
  • flip channel
  • momentary silence
  • Oh… YES…

And that ‘YES’ – depending on my mood (or the season or the time of day or my patience level) – might be Vivaldi or Depeche Mode or Mary Chapin Carpenter or Tommy James and the Shondells or Bon Jovi or Nat King Cole or Train.

No words are required for me to get my in-vehicle groove on (lyrics are secondary — I can shout-hum to Yello’s The Race or the fiddle promontory from the Last of the Mohicans just as well as I can rough-voice to Bob Dylan or smooth-velvet to Alannah Myles); the only must-have to get me to add my vocals to the stereo speakers’ output is that the music suits my mood.

There are a few I’ll listen to no matter what though.

Songs I will ALWAYS stop the dial and turn it up for…

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Managing Money

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Money: Do you manage it or does it manage you?

There are a lot of self-help gurus out there who would like to sell you on the idea that you can “think yourself rich” or Tony-Robbins your way to wealth. And when it comes to “money management,” there are plenty of resources available for high-level money management — investing, philanthropy, endowments, real estate brokerage, etc. — but really… Is that helpful? The people who want to do those high-level things – who can afford to do those things – typically also can afford to access professionals who can guide them in growing their money. So the self-help-ers aren’t helping the people who, y’know, actually need help.

SO: What about the rest of us?

What about those of us who work too much but also spend too much? Those of us who want to plan for our futures but had nobody behind us who planned for their futures, so we have no baseline from which to work? (My parents can’t be the only ones who are broke in retirement.) What about those of us whose first reaction to practical financial suggestions is to think things like, “I can’t afford to buy insurance” but don’t stop for a moment to give it a second thought and realize, “I can’t afford to NOT have insurance.”

What about those of us who are barely getting by? (And why is that? Where on earth does the paycheck GO?) Or those of us who appear – from the outside – to “have it all” . . . when what we really have is up-to-the-neck debt?

There’s a lot to be said for money management. Unfortunately, too much is often said about high-reach ends that don’t apply to most of us. And not enough is said about everyday decisions that make or break the layperson’s budget.

There’s also not enough honest talk about money in the general sense. We learn (if we learn) about what to do with money from watching our parents and from taking life’s punches on the chin; generally speaking, it’s not something we formally educate our children about or – culturally speaking – are even allowed to discuss. It’s bad form. Or some such bullshit.

Well guess what?

I’ve had to learn the hard way how to manage my money. (Because I was sick to death of my money – or lack thereof – managing me.) Not in an investments-and-taxes way (though I’ve gotten really good at the taxes bit over the years), but in a This Is Real Life kind of way.

And I’m “bad form” enough to tell you about it.

FAIR WARNING: This is a long one. Feel free to skip through to view whichever headings interest you -or- if it’s a triggering topic or you just don’t have time: feel free to skip it altogether. 🙂 Also — I’m not an expert and don’t pretend otherwise; these are simply my opinions and experiences and are in no way intended to represent The Only Way.

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