I would like to demonstrate for you all how I budget. The following is an artistic representation of my budgeting practices.





I would like to demonstrate for you all how I budget. The following is an artistic representation of my budgeting practices.





I mean, the Patriots are fine. But really, Detroit has the best uniforms. That blue and silver is superb. I’m just not much of a football fan.
Oh. This isn’t about football, is it? Huh.
Have a great day, everyone.
It’s been very challenging to write this final installment of Susie‘s origin story. Not because of Susie, but because of her family, her little cat family. I’m putting it off, stalling. I’m about halfway through. It will take me a while to finish and polish it up. Stay tuned.
Several times, in fact. Having inherited my maternal family’s fashion instincts, I’m a rebel. But I must warn you, only the first time was unintentional. All of the rest were intentional.
I’m sure it all started when I was a toddler and my mom made me dresses that made all the other toddlers envious.

And it continued from there. In high school, I had all the latest fashions. I regularly wore crop tops with leggings and high boots. I created my own signature style. I remember distinctly one day I wore a crocheted white crop top sweater over a crop top tank with jeans. I was sent to the principal’s office by a teacher. She wasn’t even my teacher. She was a teacher standing in the hall, looking me up and down disapprovingly. She told me I should go into my classroom and get my things and go immediately to the principal‘s office. I walked into my classroom and I told everyone what just happened.
I ended up in the vice principal‘s office. I sat in the chair across from her desk, and she asked me if I knew what I had done wrong. I said no. She said my outfit was inappropriate. I asked why. She said my stomach is showing. I have a 23-inch waist, and the styles were meant to show off your waist. Just like they are now. Fashion always comes back around again. Remember that. (I didn’t say that but that’s what I was thinking.) She said she was going to call my mother at work. She asked me what her phone number was. First of all, they should have that on file. Secondly, I started to giggle. She didn’t like that. I told her to call my mom, but my mom had bought the outfit. for me, so… She didn’t like that either. I told her the number and I waited for her to call my mother.
“Yes, ma’am, do you know what your daughter is wearing to school today?
Yes, it is a white sweater that is cropped and showing her belly.
I see. Well, she can’t wear this. She has to go home and change.”
She hung up the phone. “Your mother said she bought that for you and she thought you looked very nice in it this morning when you left the house.”
I smirked.
“You can’t wear that. You have to go home and change, and then you have to come right back.”
I went back to my classroom pissed off. I got there and I told everyone what happened. “She says I have to go home and change and then come back.” My peers thought that was ridiculous. Some of them were hiding crop tops underneath their jean jackets.
I walked home, which was pretty far considering I took the bus to school. I don’t know what I put on, but it wasn’t as nice as what I had on when I left the first time. I did end up walking back to school. I didn’t cut class.
That was the first documented occasion of a dress code offense.
I’ve had several more at work places. I do not apologize for it. If they want me to change my clothes, I will. But I will always try to be fashionable first.
One time, I had a cute plaid jumper short set. I wish I would’ve kept that outfit. But anyway, I wore that to the job that I had while I was in college. All the ladies in the kitchen design department were up in arms. I was violating the code, my boss and owner of the store at the time told me. I said, “I can’t help it, I have to be fashionable.” He didn’t make me go home and change, but I dressed slightly more boring after that.
A couple years later, I graduated with a major in fashion and a minor in theater/costuming. No one is going to take away my fashion. My mother encouraged me to dress uniquely and fashionably while living on a budget. She set the example, I’m just following. It’s a form of art expression. And I’ll never give it up.
There is a famous saying by Coco Chanel: “I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.” One year for my birthday, my former manager at my current job bought me a journal with that saying on the cover. I’ve used up the entire journal, but I saved the hard-bound part with the saying on it. I have it on display in my house.
This how I break the law (un)intentionally and I am not about to stop.

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To celebrate Valentine’s Day, this entire post will be devoted to the color pink. Pink is my second favorite color, although from this post, you probably would assume it is my first or only favorite color. Anyway, back to pink. Maybe also the artist, Pink. And there’s a song I’m thinking of that may be pertinent to this post – where are my Aerosmith fans? Happy Valentine’s Day, friends. I hope this day is all that you wish for. And if you don’t like this day, I feel you. Guess what tomorrow is? A new day. It won’t be Valentine’s Day. Plus, ✨candy✨ is 75% off tomorrow. Win!













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she is fierce.”
What were your parents doing at your age?
What kind of question is this? Some people don’t have parents. I mean, they were born, and they don’t know who their parents are. This question assumes a great deal: that people have “normal” familial ties.
One of my parents was raising me, the other was not.
And that concludes my answer to today’s prompt.
“I’m going to go kill Bambi.”
You joke
I wail
“That’s not something you say to a child!“
Mommy says
You bought a bunny
For me
On the way home
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Any fellow southpaws out there?
I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while. I’m not going to get super scientific. Just a few facts.
The world is made for right handed people. Left-handed scissors? Crap. I’ve had to teach myself how to use right handed scissors, and now I can’t even use left-handed scissors. Every door knob, handle, appliance is geared for a right handed person. Think about hand crank can openers and feel my pain.
Left-handed people are relatively rare in society. About 10% of the population is left-handed. Even more rare are female lefties. Believe me, when I see a fellow female lefty, I get excited. It doesn’t happen often.
Both of my parents were born left-handed, and both were switched at a young age at school due to the belief at the time that being left-handed was the sign of the devil. In the middle ages, being left-handed was thought to be witchcraft. Luckily, my parents didn’t subscribe to either one of these beliefs and allowed me to be my left-handed self. One of my brothers is left-handed. I’m searching my brain for anyone else in my family who is left-handed and I’m coming up with nobody.
For certain sports, there is an advantage to playing left-handed. In tennis there is a clear advantage. Rafael Nadal is a right- handed person. But he plays tennis left-handed. I’m not very familiar with baseball, but I think there is also an advantage of batting left-handed.
There seems to be genetic differences between being right-handed and being left-handed. Left-handers may have superior verbal skills, but scientists still don’t know. All I know is do not ask me to do math.
You can always see a lefty coming. Ask them to show you their pinky and side of their left hand – the part that touches the paper.
Let me know in the comments if you are also left-handed! 👈
