Last week I got sick with the flu and was puking my brains out. It was painful, but a little part of my was excited about it. I don't get why people complain about getting sick. It was like a forced cleanse, or diet, at least. While I was throwing up, I was actually thinking, "Imagine the weight I'm losing. My stomach is going to be so flat. Oh my God, I can't stand my face being so close to the toilet, I could never be bulimic."
And then, the next day I couldn't eat anything except drink Gatorade. I felt horrible, but I am pretty sure my stomach shrunk and I don't want to eat as much as I did before. People should be thankful when they're sick and getting rid of all that shit you ate. And when you see it coming back up and out, you see what it's actually like in your body, and for me, it made me not want to eat. Like ice cream. Have you ever thrown up ice cream? It's the most disgusting thing to ever throw up. I can go a year without ice cream if I throw it up once.
So to all of you who got sick and blamed me, you're welcome.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Say what?
I may need to get out more.
Lately, I've been finding myself lost in translation. Whether I'm in a conversation or reading, I find myself not understanding what is being said. I'm not so quick to blame myself, because many times I think people use way too many words to say what they're trying to say (that's right), and I find myself losing interest, zoning out, or wishing really hard for what sounds like a period coming at the end of a sentence.
It also depends on the topic of conversation. If I already know how I feel about something, and someone else feels differently, I am not interested in discussing it with them. Not very open minded, I know.
This post is a perfect example. When I was thinking about my state of confusion as of late, I thought it might be good to write about it. But I've actually lost interest in what I'm writing.I'm not even interested in what I have to say now.
Hmm. Now what am I going to do.
Lately, I've been finding myself lost in translation. Whether I'm in a conversation or reading, I find myself not understanding what is being said. I'm not so quick to blame myself, because many times I think people use way too many words to say what they're trying to say (that's right), and I find myself losing interest, zoning out, or wishing really hard for what sounds like a period coming at the end of a sentence.
It also depends on the topic of conversation. If I already know how I feel about something, and someone else feels differently, I am not interested in discussing it with them. Not very open minded, I know.
This post is a perfect example. When I was thinking about my state of confusion as of late, I thought it might be good to write about it. But I've actually lost interest in what I'm writing.I'm not even interested in what I have to say now.
Hmm. Now what am I going to do.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Budget update
It's Thursday, and I still have almost all of my money! I can't believe it. Although I have spent almost all of the Target/grocery money. And I found an extra $15. On Tuesday, I dropped off my jeans to be altered so I have to pay for that today, which will cut my money in half. I also had to decide to wait to get my other pants altered. I would have spent nearly my whole budget just at the tailor!
I'm doing surprisingly well, but it stresses me out. This budget kind of puts me in a bad mood. Yesterday, Scott was questioning me about the grocery money. He apparently doesn't trust me and thinks I'm going to try to STEAL from the grocery envelope. He wants to see receipts. I want to tell him to F off.
So guess what. A few days ago I lied to him about something. As soon as I said it, I was laughing, but he thought I was laughing about something else. I couldn't wait for the moment to tell him the truth just to see the look on his face. I thought I would tell him the next day, but I was getting so much enjoyment out of it. So this morning he called and he was being super obnoxious again and laughing at my expense (and at his own jokes, which were totally not funny). The timing couldn't have been more perfect and I decided to tell him about my lie.
He hung up on me. While I was laughing.
I may not be able to manage money, but I will always get the last laugh.
I'm doing surprisingly well, but it stresses me out. This budget kind of puts me in a bad mood. Yesterday, Scott was questioning me about the grocery money. He apparently doesn't trust me and thinks I'm going to try to STEAL from the grocery envelope. He wants to see receipts. I want to tell him to F off.
So guess what. A few days ago I lied to him about something. As soon as I said it, I was laughing, but he thought I was laughing about something else. I couldn't wait for the moment to tell him the truth just to see the look on his face. I thought I would tell him the next day, but I was getting so much enjoyment out of it. So this morning he called and he was being super obnoxious again and laughing at my expense (and at his own jokes, which were totally not funny). The timing couldn't have been more perfect and I decided to tell him about my lie.
He hung up on me. While I was laughing.
I may not be able to manage money, but I will always get the last laugh.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Mo' money, no problem.
A few months ago, my friend mentioned she and her husband were starting a budget. They get cash out for the week (or 2 weeks), and only allow themselves to use that in place of using their debit cards. This is a great idea, I thought, but I would never do it. Using my debit card grants me unlimited spending without the guilt of consciously knowing what I'm spending and on what. All I have to do is look online, see my balance, and know if I can continue my pursuit of happiness.
Whenever I say I would never do something, I always end up doing it. It's like I like doing the opposite of what I say.
Scott has been bugging me for months to do a budget. I am not a budget kind of girl. Obviously, I put it off, but then I was listening to the tv and heard something about mint.com regarding budgets. I decided to check it out. All I had to do was give them my bank information and, based on the transactions, they put my spending into a pie graph. Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. I can never let Scott see this. The biggest pie in my graph was shopping. To be fair, a lot of this was on clothes for the girls. Emma's legs are already almost longer than mine, and she can't go walking around with her pants hitting the tops of her ankles.
I decided maybe I would give the budget a try (and never go back to mint.com ever again). So I typed up a budget in excel and was amazed at how much money we should have after all the bills are paid. Hmm.
I enjoy a challenge. I can do the cash thing. Or try it, at least. It might be fun.
We just started yesterday. We have an envelope of cash for groceries and Target (that's gonna hurt. I'm not gonna lie), an envelope for family entertainment (dining out, movies, etc), and we each get $50 for our own expenses, which isn't really fair because Scott never spends money.
I actually have all my money still. I get $50 for the week for my own personal spending, which kind of stinks since I go to Zumba twice a week so that leaves me with $40, and sometimes I go Saturday mornings, but now I have to decide between a work out or $5. That $5 will also get a Starbucks, which actually I HAVE been known to try to convince Katie to drive past Zumba and go to Starbucks instead.
So this is my point. This money I have is like gold to me. I don't want to part with it. I refuse to spend it senselessly. I need to use it wisely, and I may even have extra to carry over into next week. I really wanted to get a pedicure this week, plus, I need some jeans hemmed. I'm already wishing we would have postponed the budget. And Scott is SUPER annoying about it. He's offering me ways to earn money by...you know. I'm not that desperate. Yet. As I've said before though, I'm above nothing.
A girl's gotta eat.
Whenever I say I would never do something, I always end up doing it. It's like I like doing the opposite of what I say.
Scott has been bugging me for months to do a budget. I am not a budget kind of girl. Obviously, I put it off, but then I was listening to the tv and heard something about mint.com regarding budgets. I decided to check it out. All I had to do was give them my bank information and, based on the transactions, they put my spending into a pie graph. Wow. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. I can never let Scott see this. The biggest pie in my graph was shopping. To be fair, a lot of this was on clothes for the girls. Emma's legs are already almost longer than mine, and she can't go walking around with her pants hitting the tops of her ankles.
I decided maybe I would give the budget a try (and never go back to mint.com ever again). So I typed up a budget in excel and was amazed at how much money we should have after all the bills are paid. Hmm.
I enjoy a challenge. I can do the cash thing. Or try it, at least. It might be fun.
We just started yesterday. We have an envelope of cash for groceries and Target (that's gonna hurt. I'm not gonna lie), an envelope for family entertainment (dining out, movies, etc), and we each get $50 for our own expenses, which isn't really fair because Scott never spends money.
I actually have all my money still. I get $50 for the week for my own personal spending, which kind of stinks since I go to Zumba twice a week so that leaves me with $40, and sometimes I go Saturday mornings, but now I have to decide between a work out or $5. That $5 will also get a Starbucks, which actually I HAVE been known to try to convince Katie to drive past Zumba and go to Starbucks instead.
So this is my point. This money I have is like gold to me. I don't want to part with it. I refuse to spend it senselessly. I need to use it wisely, and I may even have extra to carry over into next week. I really wanted to get a pedicure this week, plus, I need some jeans hemmed. I'm already wishing we would have postponed the budget. And Scott is SUPER annoying about it. He's offering me ways to earn money by...you know. I'm not that desperate. Yet. As I've said before though, I'm above nothing.
A girl's gotta eat.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Your kid may be an honor student, but mine is a fashion guru at 5.
Today is the first day back to school after 2 weeks off. I was anticipating it to be one of the worst days of the year. Turns out, it may have just been one of the best.
Emma is an absolute BEAR in the morning. I actually find myself holding my breathe when I'm trying to wake her up. After two weeks of sleeping in, I knew she would be especially grouchy this morning. The alarm went off at 6:10 (I couldn't decide between 6 and 6:15 and we all know that every minute counts when it's still dark outside). I was just about to turn over and tell Scott to get up and turn the alarm off when I realized that, ugh, it was mine after all, and Scott was long gone, probably already at work.
As I'm getting Emma ready for school, she is surprisingly pleasant and all is going well. She wears a uniform so getting dressed is usually pretty easy on school days, and I had already prepped her for the pants she was going to have to wear since it's too cold to wear a skirt. Brown socks...fine. She was going to wear her brown mary janes, so all was good. Then, she decides she wants to wear her new Skechers gym shoes. Okay, great, let's put those on. So we put them on and I'm thinking, "Ugh, I would never wear brown socks with gym shoes, but she's 5 and no one will probably even see them."
Then, Emma says, "Wait. Do these even look cute? With my brown socks? Oh, I don't think it looks cute with my brown socks."
I smiled with absolute pride and we changed her socks. School has taught her to read and spell this year, but I really don't think anything can top this.
Emma is an absolute BEAR in the morning. I actually find myself holding my breathe when I'm trying to wake her up. After two weeks of sleeping in, I knew she would be especially grouchy this morning. The alarm went off at 6:10 (I couldn't decide between 6 and 6:15 and we all know that every minute counts when it's still dark outside). I was just about to turn over and tell Scott to get up and turn the alarm off when I realized that, ugh, it was mine after all, and Scott was long gone, probably already at work.
As I'm getting Emma ready for school, she is surprisingly pleasant and all is going well. She wears a uniform so getting dressed is usually pretty easy on school days, and I had already prepped her for the pants she was going to have to wear since it's too cold to wear a skirt. Brown socks...fine. She was going to wear her brown mary janes, so all was good. Then, she decides she wants to wear her new Skechers gym shoes. Okay, great, let's put those on. So we put them on and I'm thinking, "Ugh, I would never wear brown socks with gym shoes, but she's 5 and no one will probably even see them."
Then, Emma says, "Wait. Do these even look cute? With my brown socks? Oh, I don't think it looks cute with my brown socks."
I smiled with absolute pride and we changed her socks. School has taught her to read and spell this year, but I really don't think anything can top this.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Half full, half empty. It's really the same.
I bought new mascara today. I love buying new make-up. It makes me feel good. Today, I decided I would try something new. I like what I was using, but I really love Drew Barrymore and since her face was staring at me above the rows of yellow tubes, I thought, "If it's good enough for her, it must be great. I'll try it."
So I got home and opened up the mascara. I looked inside the tube, which is something I've never done before, and is actually not very easy, and guess what. It's only half full. It costs $8. It's like an ounce of mascara.
What is in mascara that makes it so expensive? Water and wax?
So I got home and opened up the mascara. I looked inside the tube, which is something I've never done before, and is actually not very easy, and guess what. It's only half full. It costs $8. It's like an ounce of mascara.
What is in mascara that makes it so expensive? Water and wax?
Thursday, December 24, 2009
A Jennifer Leathers Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas. And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Who am I kidding, could be a mouse...or a cockroach...this is Alabama after all. Or a ghost, but because I don't believe in ghosts, it can't be a ghost. My blood sugar is just low, I try to convince myself. Maybe it was a shadow from the candle. Weird stuff happens though. I can't wrap my head around it.
Tonight I reflect on this Christmas season. Things I've learned, things I've experienced, and...other nonsense things. The flow isn't that great, but you'll get the idea.
Christmas songs make so much more sense when you're an adult. Today I was listening to Silent Night on the radio. As a child I thought infantso was actually a word. It never occurred to me that the infant is so tender and mild. And mommy kissing Santa Claus? That's not Santa she's kissing, silly. That's Daddy! Now I'm not saying it took me this long to figure this stuff out. But I am usually not really paying attention to what the words are actually saying. It just happens that today I was thinking how I used to sing these songs and they didn't really make any sense. And now they do.
If it sounds like infantso, it must be infantso.
I put colored lights on the xmas tree this year. I have always put white lights up, but thought colored lights would be fun for the girls. I hate it and can't wait to take it down. What's that saying...if it's not broken, don't fix it.
Tis the season for lots and lots of shopping. I couldn't be happier. I thought I would share the fun with Scott and told him he could go Christmas shopping with me one day so he wasn't at an utter loss Christmas morning when the girls were opening their Christmas presents. He needs to do his part, too, right.
Well, that was a really dumb idea. It was the most unproductive day of the year.
Mainly, I feel rushed when I'm shopping with him. I prefer to be a lone shopper anyway, but with him, it was particularly dreadful. We went to the city next to us to shop. All of a sudden, we both realize it looks like we're going the wrong way. So Scott turns the car around, and after knowing we're going the right way, I decide to shut my eyes for a minute. Minute's up, I open my eyes and see that we're going off the road and almost into a street sign. "Scott!" He gets back on the road and all is okay. But my heart is racing and I'm pissed off that I can't shut my eyes for a millisecond. "WTF were you doing??? WTF were you looking at?? Seriously, Scott, WTF were you doing??? Jesus Christ!" (For some reason, the "F" word comes out a lot easier when I'm speaking it than it does for me to write it.) Scott explained that he just shut his eyes for a second. Well, it doesn't work that way. We can't BOTH close our eyes when YOU'RE driving. SOMEONE has to keep their eyes open. This shopping day sucks.
Which reminds me. This year I'm a little jaded that there isn't really a Santa. Why can't there be a jolly old fellow in a red suit. He doesn't have to squeeze his ass down a chimney, but it would be much more fun if he delivered presents Christmas morning.
Today, Christmas arrived a little early for me, for I found a Christmas gift to me from Scott. Well, I saw it on our account online and called to ask if I can have my gift certificate now so I can go buy what I want. He wasn't happy, but obliged. I may even wrap it for myself so that I can open it tomorrow morning. Christmas is so much better when you get to pick out your own gifts!
Today the girls and I are hanging out cleaning and getting ready for Santa. Finally, I've had enough. Screw this, girls. Let's dance. So we turned up the xmas music and did just that.
Peace, Love, and Merry Christmas
Tonight I reflect on this Christmas season. Things I've learned, things I've experienced, and...other nonsense things. The flow isn't that great, but you'll get the idea.
Christmas songs make so much more sense when you're an adult. Today I was listening to Silent Night on the radio. As a child I thought infantso was actually a word. It never occurred to me that the infant is so tender and mild. And mommy kissing Santa Claus? That's not Santa she's kissing, silly. That's Daddy! Now I'm not saying it took me this long to figure this stuff out. But I am usually not really paying attention to what the words are actually saying. It just happens that today I was thinking how I used to sing these songs and they didn't really make any sense. And now they do.
If it sounds like infantso, it must be infantso.
I put colored lights on the xmas tree this year. I have always put white lights up, but thought colored lights would be fun for the girls. I hate it and can't wait to take it down. What's that saying...if it's not broken, don't fix it.
Tis the season for lots and lots of shopping. I couldn't be happier. I thought I would share the fun with Scott and told him he could go Christmas shopping with me one day so he wasn't at an utter loss Christmas morning when the girls were opening their Christmas presents. He needs to do his part, too, right.
Well, that was a really dumb idea. It was the most unproductive day of the year.
Mainly, I feel rushed when I'm shopping with him. I prefer to be a lone shopper anyway, but with him, it was particularly dreadful. We went to the city next to us to shop. All of a sudden, we both realize it looks like we're going the wrong way. So Scott turns the car around, and after knowing we're going the right way, I decide to shut my eyes for a minute. Minute's up, I open my eyes and see that we're going off the road and almost into a street sign. "Scott!" He gets back on the road and all is okay. But my heart is racing and I'm pissed off that I can't shut my eyes for a millisecond. "WTF were you doing??? WTF were you looking at?? Seriously, Scott, WTF were you doing??? Jesus Christ!" (For some reason, the "F" word comes out a lot easier when I'm speaking it than it does for me to write it.) Scott explained that he just shut his eyes for a second. Well, it doesn't work that way. We can't BOTH close our eyes when YOU'RE driving. SOMEONE has to keep their eyes open. This shopping day sucks.
Which reminds me. This year I'm a little jaded that there isn't really a Santa. Why can't there be a jolly old fellow in a red suit. He doesn't have to squeeze his ass down a chimney, but it would be much more fun if he delivered presents Christmas morning.
Today, Christmas arrived a little early for me, for I found a Christmas gift to me from Scott. Well, I saw it on our account online and called to ask if I can have my gift certificate now so I can go buy what I want. He wasn't happy, but obliged. I may even wrap it for myself so that I can open it tomorrow morning. Christmas is so much better when you get to pick out your own gifts!
Today the girls and I are hanging out cleaning and getting ready for Santa. Finally, I've had enough. Screw this, girls. Let's dance. So we turned up the xmas music and did just that.
Peace, Love, and Merry Christmas
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