
Thursday, May 29, 2008
dreaming in dutch

Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Done. Spending.

I desperately want to break out my new shooz but as S is in his final 15 minutes of preparation for his ASSETS test, I do not want to stress him out any further. I'll wait till he's showering off his long day before finding my new babies a space in the shoe nest.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
like supermarket sweep
Fun: Set your kitchen timer for 5 minutes and see how many things you can think of that you need/want to/would buy if you had an unlimited amount of cash. Off-limits: real estate, cars, things you'd buy just to re-sell. GO!
5 Hedonistic Minutes
Bedroom furniture
An ergonomic office chair for each of the three tables I work at in my classroom
Elsa Peretti earrings from Tiffany
Audiobooks: Chronicles of Narnia (something about C.S. Lewis' prose - I just find it yucky. But the stories are awesome!)
Tumi workbag
Laptop computer
Hardwood floors for the apartment
Betsey Johnson sandals
A cell phone that can actually text out
Doggie day-care membership
A treadmill
Turtle Spa
Wow, that's a relatively short list for 300 whole seconds of pure, unadulterated selfish thought ... OK, your turn.
5 Hedonistic Minutes
Bedroom furniture
An ergonomic office chair for each of the three tables I work at in my classroom
Elsa Peretti earrings from Tiffany
Audiobooks: Chronicles of Narnia (something about C.S. Lewis' prose - I just find it yucky. But the stories are awesome!)
Tumi workbag
Laptop computer
Hardwood floors for the apartment
Betsey Johnson sandals
A cell phone that can actually text out
Doggie day-care membership
A treadmill
Turtle Spa
Wow, that's a relatively short list for 300 whole seconds of pure, unadulterated selfish thought ... OK, your turn.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
i'm so going to miss her!

So I put the brakes on my spendage but not before I bought my tattoo a pair of shoes. (Not the wellies - which, by the way, arrived today. I was hoping the delivery was my camera.) Why does my tattoo need a pair of shoes? Because it looks cute in straps.
Scott's over-the-phone reaction to my choice of design: "You always do crazy stuff when you're with her!" Hee. So true. Well, at least I didn't tattoo the Veggie Tales gang on my rear end. (Yes, I know someone who did.)
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
mourning has broken

I've officially stopped Spending With Abandon, but here is the total damage of my grief-induced spree:
Camera: $279.00
Cam accessories: $45
Chooka Koi wellies: $48
I Was Told There'd Be Cake: $8.40
Middlesex: A Novel: $7.49
Shipping charges: $20
G-fab '80s-esque tattoo: $50 + karma tip
Total: $457.89
Lest you think me unbelievably frivolous, that leaves from my tax returns / stim payment $3,043 for general survival necessities and wedding savings. Gee, that's a lot. Maybe I should shop some more.
just kidding, eesh.
And yes, there will be a tattoo pic when my cam arrives.
Monday, May 19, 2008
toys

How else am I doing my part to keep America out of recession? By replacing irreplaceable goods with the next-best thing. I did one last sweep of the classroom for my camera this afternoon - I just could not believe it hadn't been returned to me; anyone with eyes could review the photos and would know it was mine. Therefore, I rationalized for days upon days (sparking a near-week-long Denial period) that it must be somewhere in the classroom or somewhere in my apartment. Although I could clearly see in my memory where in the grass I had set it down last Tuesday, I continued to overturn the same stones - day after day after day.
Finally, today, I realized something: I can't go on much longer without a camera. I have to have one. In order to get a new one, I have to accept that my old one is gone forever. Whoever has it is going to keep it - and probably erase every one of the memories on it without regard for its deep significance. So I got home, and before even dropping my bag on the floor, I sat down and logged onto Amazon.com. After MUCH frustration trying to order an upgraded version of my Cybershot from Electronic Express (which for some reason had a shipping rate of $90 for a 2-lb parcel and then informed me they didn't ship to Hawaii at all), I figured out (duh) that all I had to do was not order from a storefront and just order straight from Amazon.
So, my camera (along with its jolly little carrying case - oh! and my wellies, and two paperbacks) should be arriving well in time to document graduation. After this pain and heartbreak I'm not letting my camera out of my sight ever again. OK, maybe I won't bring it into the shower with me but that's the extent of the distance I'll allow between me and my baby.
i love chooka

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