- Dispensing financial advice.
I have a secret dream of being a more fashionable, less abrasive, and heterosexual Suze Orman. Problem is, all of my financial advice is based on growing up with a banker mother and making a lot of mistakes, but no matter. Jewish Friend said that her credit score has improved since becoming friends with me, and yours can too! Ask me how!
I have nice shoes; I make it a point to have nice shoes, but I get more compliments on my Danskos than on any other pair I own even though they’re two year old and look (I think) like hell. Most comfortable shoes ever, except for driving. It is because of my Danskos that I was asked to be a part of Culture Friend’s group for LSC 527, and why I didn’t have to do as much work as some people in other, small groups, and got to use the word scurvy during my part of the presentation.
- People who pay attention to me.
When I wrote the blog yesterday about the things I hate, I was gchatting with Jewish Friend and Map Fleece. I couldn’t remember enough things that I hate off the top of my head because I was annoyed by one thing in particular, so I asked them, and they gave me a whole list. This makes me feel special, and makes me believe I either complain about things over and over enough, or people are actually listening to my inane blather.
Really, do I need to say anything about how awesome dinosaurs are. I mean, damn, dinosaurs rule. Look at that picture. Diplodocus, longest of all the dinosaurs, is often compared to the design of a suspension bridge. He lived in the late Jurassic period and first remains were discovered by S.W. Williston in 1878 in the Morrison Formation, parts of which are in North Dakota, although most of it is it Wyoming/Colorado. Diplodocus is also my favorite dinosaur, and I think would have made a good pet.
Seriously, she rocks so hard it makes my heart hurt. I’m only writing this blog because I don’t want to shut her off, I can’t bear to turn it down enough to read, and I actually finished putting away laundry. This is “getting stuff done” music, except for the slow song, which is so unnecessary.
Swishy, comfy, fashionable. I would like to be known as “the girl in the skirt,” and I think I’ve pretty much managed that, except that most people who talk about me know my name. Perhaps there’s an entire group of admirers who don’t know my name who simply refer to me as “the girl in the skirt”– I’m fine with that.
- Free Cheese.
Paid-for cheese is pretty great too, but there’s nothing better than cheese for nothing. Free food in general is pretty rad, but cheese, man, it makes me so happy.
- On-site laundry.
I used to have to drive across town to my brother’s apartment to do laundry. This wasn’t too bad because we ate pizza and watched TV, but it meant that I had to do ALL of my laundry in one day, get quarters, and sometimes wait for the machine. I also, inevitably, needed to leave before it was all done and would have to ask him to take my stuff out of the dryer, which he always made a big production about. Now I just go downstairs, sometimes in my PJs.
The ad copy calls it “The Best Blanket Ever,” and it is. I will not shut up about the Slanket. People ask me how my Slanket is, like it’s a living entity, and normally this would drive me nuts– not this time. My Slanket keeps me warm from neck to toes, and I love it more than I could a human child. Also the website includes this story:
|My boyfriend and I have been talking about getting Slankets for weeks, but hadn’t yet bought them. I came home on Saturday, and he said he got us early Valentine’s Day presents- Slankets! He had his on, and gave me mine. Turns out, he had had his mother sew pockets into mine, and inside the pocket was an engagement ring… He asked, and I said yes! Proposal via Slanket… what could be better?!|
- Knee Socks.
Love knee socks, love them. They don’t get all bunched up in my shoes, they keep my calves warm, and sometimes I wear them with my skirts, which makes me look like a schoolgirl (may the reason I get “holla’d” at by gross old men, but no matter). Sometimes I don’t want to wear tights, or have no tights available because despite my wonderful on-site laundry I am still shockingly lazy– knee socks it is.