Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Come, meet, come (if you're lucky)

A local hotel and restaurant are hosting a "Single Mingle" this weekend. Appetizers, drinks and, well, mingling. The flier boasts, "things are about to get more exciting in the dark ..."

I won't touch on the capitalization. Nor will I say anything about the clumsily executed sexual innuendo, which meshes quite nicely with the wavy Word art.

They dispense with the subtlety in the next section: "Rooms available for $59 plus tax."

C'mon out! Have a food. Drink a little wine. Meet new people. Score.

The waiter said that every call about the event has been from men. I'm shocked (and almost tempted to go and watch.)

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A bubble off

Tonight I sat in my bed in my pajama pants and wrote a press release about my ex. Then I processed pictures of him. It was unnatural. I didn't like it.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Tenacious past

What if it never goes away, that thing that twists the knife like no other? So many attempts at exorcism, yet the images still remain; it still feels like yesterday. What if there is no finding a way out?

We all go through trials in our lives and time and distance usually renders them harmlessly soft. They are memories--painful, perhaps--but viewed through fog, their jagged edges no longer close enough to slice.

But what of those that refuse to sink into the fog?

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Thursday, January 14, 2010

You put in on with what?

Ever heard someone say that a woman looks like she puts her makeup on with a putty knife? Well, apparently L'Oreal has come up with something pretty close:

True-Match roll-on foundation

I wonder if you can buy it at Home Depot along with your putty knife.

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Sunday, January 10, 2010

Responsibly busted

Every once in while, my genetic Catholic guilt combined with frustration over lack of money prompts a budget check. I never have any money left over at the end of the month. I must be spending irresponsibly, right? I am 15 years into my career and one of the senior people in my field at my company. I should have money left to save, right. Paycheck-to-paycheck is something for 20-somethings in college, right?

So I pull up Excel and make little rows for my expenses: Utilities, credit cards, transportation. Expenses are high, but my debt-to-asset ratio is ridiculously good, given that I own my house outright. I don't have any expensive habits like smoking or gambling. I don't even have cable TV. I keep my thermostat at 60 degrees at night. I am typing in the dark right now.

Then I plug in my income. I'm feeling very proactive and organized and grown up right about now. I'm being Responsible. I am creating a personal Budget. I am an Adult.

Click, click. Tap, tap. Digits entered. Formula in. What the hell? Seriously? I am supposed to feed and clothe and pay medical expenses for my family of 4 on $1,100 a month. Shit. Groceries are at least $200 a week.

I'm not irresponsible. I'm just effing broke!

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