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these books, they are audible!

Tuesday, October 11th, 2011

In the category of things that I do way more often than people around me think I do, there are only a few items.

  • Grocery shop.
  • Play Minesweeper.
  • Listen to audio books.

Boom. Done. Everything else is either something I do an expected amount, or something I do an a larger than average amount but everyone totally knows (things that fall into that category – gossip when drinking, cook).

Grocery shopping – wev. Minesweeper? Awesome – I play it while I walk the dogs, while I’m in class (sometimes), occasionally while watching television – really any time that I need a little distraction.

Audio books, though? People, are you audio book people?

There are different ways to listen to audio books. My mom, for example, sits down and listens, while doing nothing else.

That’s the wrong way.

The right way is to listen to audio books while you’re doing other things. My personal favorites? Driving, walking, and working out.

Thing that sounds like a segueway but isn’t: yesterday, the hot water heater in my townhouse busted. The tank rusted through, and I had to go buy a new one and pay someone to install it. My reaction to that was… well, first it was to cry. My more measured reaction was to spend some time with Mint.com, assessing my expenditures and looking for places to cut a few corners.

Mint informed for that for the last 32 months, I have spent an average of $30 a month on audio books. (I use Audible.com). With average Audible pricing, which is much more affordable than buying books on CD, that works out to about 2.3 books per month. I rarely invest in a book that’s shorter than 15 hours, because I blow through them so fast.

All this math means that I pay for (and listen to) about 35 hours of audio books per month. Not to mention that I inevitably re-listen to something I already bought at least once a month, when I’m out of credits at Audible and have to wait until the 4th of the next month, when my new one comes. That brings my monthly listening total to ~ 50 hours.

That’s 1.6 hours a day.

I’m awake for about 16 hours a day.

I spend 10% of my time listening to books on tape.

Other than doing homework (and watching tv, which is what I do while watching homework), I cannot think of another thing that I spend 10% of my time doing.

When I saw the dollar signs on Mint, my thought was to cut back on my audio books – but here’s the thing. My books make driving to and from school tolerable. They make waiting for Cloey to fully explore the scents of some recently peed on bush interesting. They give me something to listen to at the gym other than the guy grunting on the pull up machine.

Music, of course, would do all this – but books are stories.

I’m officially setting aside $30 a month to support my habit. The cutbacks will have to come from elsewhere.

I mean, who needs haircuts?

 

stories

Tuesday, September 27th, 2011

Today I’m going to my local tattoo shop for a consultation on my new tattoo.

I have a few already, and they’re all representative of either my personal state in one way or another. I sort of intended to explain them, but I’m not sure I actually have pictures of all of them at my fingertips while I sit in class right now.

My new one, though, I picked solely because I think it’s pretty.

I can’t tell if this is a slippery slope. If pretty is my new criteria, I could be covered by next year.

 

ikea

Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011

When I found out we were getting an IKEA in Denver, I was super excited.

I’m not really sure why.

IKEA is like Trader Joe’s. If you don’t have one around you, you somehow think that you’re missing the coolest thing in the country. You think that everyone else has access to nifty deals that you don’t. You’re clearly overpaying for subpar goods, your brain insists. I’m just not entirely sure that’s true.

Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE Trader Joe’s. I would give up a toe to have a TJ’s close enough to be my regular grocery store. Microwavable Thai Lime Rice and Green Curry Tuna? Yes please.

I haven’t been to the IKEA yet, but I’m not entirely sure what I’ll be looking for when and if I do go. I sort of wanted to go the day it opened, because I love a good fanfare, but Crockett talked me out of it. Fortunately no one died (like those poor people in Saudi Arabia), but there was a pile up due to traffic that sent a girl to the hospital. Now that it’s calmed down, though?

What should I go look for? What is IKEA’s version of Thai Lime Rice?

you could paint a beautiful mural over every ugly mural in the world!

Thursday, January 20th, 2011

Oh, people. Darling darling people.

When I left corporate america like six months ago, I was this girl: money doesn’t matter! Work is hard and not rewarding! And I’m required to be there for like nine hours a day, doing things I don’t care about! School will be DIFFERENT!

Three weeks ago, I was this girl: I miss my monnnnnnnney.

Apparently I underestimated my appreciation for the finer things in life. Green papery things, to be specific. I allowed that appreciation to lure me into a possible situation where I’d be working, instead of schooling.

Job wise, though, everything got a little wacky today. I had to sign something for school and I’d been dodging commitments that I wasn’t sure I could meet, and everything came to a head. My prospective boss wanted me on board, had my offer letter written and signed by HR, and just needed the signature of the company president. The company president, at literally the last possible second, declined to sign. He cited ‘budget’ concerns.

What about MY budget concerns, buddy?

Ok, I joke. Seriously. Sure, I miss having expendable income, but I’m not actually broke. I’m, essentially, a gigantic baby who is incapable of going for six months without new shoes.

I’m glad to be signed on for another semester, though. I’m surprised by how glad, really. I have a happy relaxed brain.

Not only that, I have four day weekends.

Everyone says ‘you can’t take it with you’, right?

I’m thinking my four day weekends will ease the pain of my smaller paycheck.

Remind me of that during midterms, would ya?

snap crackle pop

Friday, November 19th, 2010

Yesterday, I had a few minutes to kill and I was in the vicinity of a Sephora.

I have as much makeup as I need, at the moment, because … well, actually, I’ve basically always had as much makeup as I needed. I don’t have as much makeup as I want, because I have absolutely NO SHINY GOLD EYESHADOW, but since I have nowhere to wear shiny gold eyeshadow, wanting is not even close to translating into needing.

I guess I could wear it to school… I digress.

Since I’m all set in the makeup department, I swung by the hair section. The humidity in Colorado has dropped to  – well, currently it’s 9% here in Louisville. 9%. Do you know what that does to ones hair, if ones hair is even a little bit inclined to be dry?

The girl in Sephora tried to convinced me to buy this conditioner.

Oh, it smelled delicious. It can be used as a leave in, in the shower, whenever. It is apparently a hair miracle in a jar.

It’s also $38.

Six months ago, I would have bought it. I would have been pissed about how much it cost, but I would have paid for it anyway, because I’ve filed my dry hair under ‘a problem that needs to be fixed’. I would have justified the purchase by saying, ‘well, I could buy a bunch of crappy conditioners and waste plastic and money and time, or I could just buy the one that will work’.

That, y’all, was my version of financial independence. Getting to buy minor luxuries that were a little bit ridiculous. I didn’t buy a sports car. I didn’t buy Louboutins. I bought expensive conditioner.

I miss my moisturized hair. I do not miss my job.

Fair trade, I guess.