The reason I love compounding.
Ever since I read Smart Woman Finish Rich, I acted on every single thing the author suggested right down to how I file shit. Today, I had to add my ING savings account to our joint Schwab account, and I noticed something kinda remarkable.
"Since you became an Orange Saver in 2008 your accounts have earned: $465.32"
For doing nothing at all, I scored over $400 in a year! That's like a trip to somewhere fun. Or yarn. Or $400 worth of apples.
And that's just in ING. I have so many accounts that I added to my life (which means more free money thanks to compounding interests), that I feel like I owe this author a big kiss.
So thanks author dude. You made money make sense.
You know what kills the mood?
Ever have one of those moments when you're giving your boyfriend a blowjob and suddenly there's your hair, all up in your face? And you swipe it away only to attract more hair.
This is what happens when you decide to grow out your hair for Locks of Love.
Thoughts while watching The Today Show...
Some people just look better "fat" "heavy" "big boned". I've seen a few people who lost weight and I think to myself, gosh you looked way better when you had that 50 pounds on you. Your face is hanging now and you just look weird dude.
Don't get me wrong. I am definitely pro-healthy, and I think I do a pretty good job at staying healthy and encouraging others to do the same. I just think some people were meant to be fat, heavy and/or big boned.
When did I sign up for this?
I don't remember ever signing up for Twitter, but lately I keep getting emails saying LustyLady is following you on Twitter, Coocoomcgee is following you on Twitter, President Obama is following you on Twitter. Why are they following me? It's scary. I don't follow people because after awhile they would think I'm stalking them. I'm not a follower damn it. And I'm not even on Twitter!
PIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
After a month of gathering contestants, judges and prizes, yesterday all my planning came together in the epic 1st Annual Pie Competition. There was so many pies that everyone's portions got smaller and smaller throughout the evening. Luckily there was wine involved during pie breaks, because we needed something to chase down the 12 pies that were entered.
We ate a Georgia Peach Pie, a Wild Berry Pie, an APPLE PEANUT BUTTER PIE (aubrey knows me too well), a beef pie, a Warrant (cherry pie) and so many more pies I can't even remember. The ballots were counted thanks to lots of friends and iphones, and the winners were announced. The only hiccup of the evening was when I asked Dominic where the prize bag was - the bag that he put in front of the door so he wouldn't forget, the bag that I asked him twice not to forget - and well, he replied, "I forgot." So he snuck out with Aubrey's husband, made a quick stop to Taco Bell (for Mike's sake) and came back without anyone realizing a thing.
Everyone got prizes, everyone got pie and everyone asked if I was doing this next year.
Total success and yumminess!
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bored
It's pretty hard for me to get bored. I keep myself busy all of the time - to the point where these days I have to purposely rent TV series and Dominic has to make me sit down and enjoy an episode of 30 Rock a few days during the week.
Yet, I'm feeling antsy in other places. Like right now, I'm ready to just keel over in total, effin' boredom. I want to write good things, interesting things, things that people won't change to boring things because boring is the usual and boring is what they do.
Ugh, I'm not making any sense but I'm bored.
Everyone but me....
-My good friend just lost her best friend.
-My other friend has the swine flu.
-Someone in my family is at risk of getting laid off.
-Someone else in my family had to foreclose his house - leaving him god knows where.
-And then I get a crying call from another good friend saying I need to call her back. When I did, in a frantic, she couldn't tell me what was so urgent because she was at work. We always end up playing the game of let me ask you a Yes/No question and you'll vaguely tell me what's what. But with 5 minutes to talk I couldn't get any real information.
I'm convinced that either I am the luckiest person ever or there is no such thing as luck and I should just be grateful that none of this is directly happening to me right now. When it comes to this kind of shit where I have to console lots of people, I'm a pretty strong person. I don't let it effect me too much, rather I try to be there for the people I care about as much as I can - or as much as they will let me, considering distance and time is always an issue with me being in Seattle.
Last week I was all, enough is enough. I'm going to my favorite women's spa where I can float around in a hot tub naked and smell peppermint in a steam room without a care in the world. No offense to those who I do care about. But sometimes you just need to get away from all the shit that's happening everywhere else.
And man, those few hours in spa heaven + 2 glasses of wine shortly thereafter were just what the doctor ordered.
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