Nothingisms
Ain't got much to say. Been feeling kind of blah lately. I think the rainy weather has taken a toll on me.
- My taxes were done closer to the deadline this year than all prior years. I am now happily expecting my refund.
- Starbucks gets to not be called Starfucks, at least for now. Yesterday I went in to read my book and have a hot chocolate. I had put the exact amount of money I needed in my pocket. Somehow, when I arrived at the register to pay, my dime was gone. No clue how that happened - there's no hole in my pocket and I distinctly recall taking the dime from my change glass. So I told the cashier I live right across the street, was a dime short and would be right back with it. This is what she said in response:
How about if this hot chocolate is on us, since my register is already locked? Don't worry about it.
So I put the two dollars I hadn't lost in the tip jar, and thanked her profusely.
- Lately I've been thinking a lot about money. I grew up worrying about money. As a kid I asked for maybe a third of the things I wanted, and got maybe half of what I asked for. We weren't poor. But we weren't rich. There is a picture I have somewhere, of $15.00, laid out all prettily, on my old blanket that was white, with pink and green flowers. Now I can't remember what I did to earn it, but at the time it was the most money I'd ever earned, and I was in awe. I can only think of one vacation I ever took where I paid for more than simply the airfare to get to the family member. This past week I sent my financial advisor (don't be impressed, he's a family friend) $4,000 to be put in my Roth IRA for 2005. Better late than never, right? I was very hesitant to do this at all. My usual thinking is to save as much liquid money as possible, for when I inevitably get fired and have to live off my savings and credit until I get a new job. So to send away so much of my savings is scary. But you know what? I'm doing okay. I'm earning a great salary for my profession, and I'm pretty sure my bosses know I'm trying hard at work and think I'm doing a good enough job that I'm not about to get fired. Let's all take a moment to pray that I'm right.
- The movie about United Flight 93 - I can't decide if I want to see it or not. The bottom line is that I *KNOW* I will cry, and I hate crying in public. They should just hand out tissues with the tickets they sell. Perhaps if they were donating all the proceeds to the remaining family members affected, I would feel better about spending money on this movie.
- Speaking of tissues, I got a VERY cool box of Kleenex at Target last week. I would have posted a pic for you, but I can't find one online. Suffice it to say, it's not your typical Kleenex box, and I like it a lot.
- Steamroller put a pair of blue scissors on the kitchen counter at some point yesterday. My old scissors were orange. Mug has still not appeared in the kitchen, and my rubix cube has flown the living room coop.
- Living in San Francisco, a girl really needs a jacket with a hood. No getting around it - umbrellas are great but simply not enough. The only one I have is not appropriate for work. I ordered and received a jacket with a hood from LL Bean, but am thinking of sending it back. It's as thin as Saran Wrap. So tomorrow I'll order a different one from Eddie Bauer in the hopes it'll be warmer and more substantial than the LL Bean one.
- Intervention is not on Bravo tonight. I am bummed. However, CSI is featuring an episode that stars the little boy who played the son in the movie Stepmom, with Susan Sarandon and Julia Roberts.
- When I found out my parents had been told about my blog, I was at a specific supermarket. It's the closest and easiest one to get to that has everything I need (most of the time). The two Safeways near me are satellite stores and often don't carry the flavor of yogurt I want, or the brand of paper towels I like, or have any of whatever I need. So I go over to the big Safeway. But now every time I go there I throw up a little in my mouth, remembering that phone call that made me feel like my world was falling out from under me (I think of it as "the day my blog exploded" even though the words don't exactly make sense). And now every time I walk by the restaurant across from the Safeway where I stood in the street crying, bags of food at my feet, I get a little teary. It makes me think maybe I should find a new Safeway.
- My taxes were done closer to the deadline this year than all prior years. I am now happily expecting my refund.
- Starbucks gets to not be called Starfucks, at least for now. Yesterday I went in to read my book and have a hot chocolate. I had put the exact amount of money I needed in my pocket. Somehow, when I arrived at the register to pay, my dime was gone. No clue how that happened - there's no hole in my pocket and I distinctly recall taking the dime from my change glass. So I told the cashier I live right across the street, was a dime short and would be right back with it. This is what she said in response:
How about if this hot chocolate is on us, since my register is already locked? Don't worry about it.
So I put the two dollars I hadn't lost in the tip jar, and thanked her profusely.
- Lately I've been thinking a lot about money. I grew up worrying about money. As a kid I asked for maybe a third of the things I wanted, and got maybe half of what I asked for. We weren't poor. But we weren't rich. There is a picture I have somewhere, of $15.00, laid out all prettily, on my old blanket that was white, with pink and green flowers. Now I can't remember what I did to earn it, but at the time it was the most money I'd ever earned, and I was in awe. I can only think of one vacation I ever took where I paid for more than simply the airfare to get to the family member. This past week I sent my financial advisor (don't be impressed, he's a family friend) $4,000 to be put in my Roth IRA for 2005. Better late than never, right? I was very hesitant to do this at all. My usual thinking is to save as much liquid money as possible, for when I inevitably get fired and have to live off my savings and credit until I get a new job. So to send away so much of my savings is scary. But you know what? I'm doing okay. I'm earning a great salary for my profession, and I'm pretty sure my bosses know I'm trying hard at work and think I'm doing a good enough job that I'm not about to get fired. Let's all take a moment to pray that I'm right.
- The movie about United Flight 93 - I can't decide if I want to see it or not. The bottom line is that I *KNOW* I will cry, and I hate crying in public. They should just hand out tissues with the tickets they sell. Perhaps if they were donating all the proceeds to the remaining family members affected, I would feel better about spending money on this movie.
- Speaking of tissues, I got a VERY cool box of Kleenex at Target last week. I would have posted a pic for you, but I can't find one online. Suffice it to say, it's not your typical Kleenex box, and I like it a lot.
- Steamroller put a pair of blue scissors on the kitchen counter at some point yesterday. My old scissors were orange. Mug has still not appeared in the kitchen, and my rubix cube has flown the living room coop.
- Living in San Francisco, a girl really needs a jacket with a hood. No getting around it - umbrellas are great but simply not enough. The only one I have is not appropriate for work. I ordered and received a jacket with a hood from LL Bean, but am thinking of sending it back. It's as thin as Saran Wrap. So tomorrow I'll order a different one from Eddie Bauer in the hopes it'll be warmer and more substantial than the LL Bean one.
- Intervention is not on Bravo tonight. I am bummed. However, CSI is featuring an episode that stars the little boy who played the son in the movie Stepmom, with Susan Sarandon and Julia Roberts.
- When I found out my parents had been told about my blog, I was at a specific supermarket. It's the closest and easiest one to get to that has everything I need (most of the time). The two Safeways near me are satellite stores and often don't carry the flavor of yogurt I want, or the brand of paper towels I like, or have any of whatever I need. So I go over to the big Safeway. But now every time I go there I throw up a little in my mouth, remembering that phone call that made me feel like my world was falling out from under me (I think of it as "the day my blog exploded" even though the words don't exactly make sense). And now every time I walk by the restaurant across from the Safeway where I stood in the street crying, bags of food at my feet, I get a little teary. It makes me think maybe I should find a new Safeway.
posted by Green at 4/16/2006 09:38:00 PM
2 Comments:
Is it the "cup 'o Kleenex?" I thought it was a great design, since my boxes of Kleenex inevitably get smushed in the car, and this one can fit into the cupholder. But, as it turns out, the tissues in the "cup o' Kleenex" are tiny - tiny enough to be impractical.
And - I totally get the association problem. I find it helps to find another grocery store, cafe, whatever for a few months and then gradually reintroduce the original.
Green, I just have to say that I'm really bummed about the family finding out about your blog thing. That's one of the reasons I stopped blogging for awhile (Well that and I suck at consistency.). Finally I had enough and as you can see from the "About me" section of my blog, I kind of put it out there that you may be in my blog, and if you don't like it don't read it, but you don't get to tell me what I can and can't say. Blah blah blah. Some of my family reads it. Some know I have it, but have forgotten. At this point, I feel like if they get pissed off about something I wrote on my blog it's too bad. It's how I feel. Of course, I am saying all this knowing that they could read it possibly, and yes there are some details that I haven't *completely* explored because of that possibility, but I at least get enough off my chest to help me get through the day. You on the other hand had no intention of a family member reading it, and I guess that's a bit different.
All this is to really say that as you know, I'm still back a few years, and I'm hoping that you have been able to express yourself about family things in a way that satisfies both you and your family.
I actually did start another blog to put my "real" feelings on a while back, but I can't remember the password. I'm such a dork. I tried to get them to give it to me, but they won't, and I decided that I will just say what's on my mind, and if someone can't handle it, then too bad.
Char
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