Minty

Have you guys ever been on Mint? It's a website that helps you keep track of all your money, what you have and what you don't have. I recommend it, but only if you can handle seeing EVERYTHING you spend your money on.

I won't even get started on how depressing it is that Mint calculates your net worth. The money you have minus everything you owe (including student loans) yeah, it's not cool.

But that's not really the most enlightening thing about it. It's the little things that are really amazing. The pie graphs- those are best part. so colorful. Also, the bar graphs. Those show you how your spending compares to others. So, let's get down to the good stuff-- what I spend money on. Wait, I'm looking for examples that won't make Anthony grind his teeth... hair? .. no.....pets?.... eh...

Ok, here you go: in the last six months I spent only $18 on fast food. ha! I am awesome. Fast food also makes me puke, so you know...

Ok, maybe this post wasn't such a good idea....

Just kidding, Anthony! I am super responsible with money. It just all seems like so much when you see it all gathered together. $89 bucks at Starbucks? Ok, that was for six months, but still. $100 on Netflix? totally worth it. So ok, I'm not so bad.

yes, it did kill a few brain cells,

.. and no I'm not talking about wine, I'm talking about the bachelor. At the risk of being totally frivolous and lame for a minute- which I'm about to do- gfvbgvbhhhyyyywsrfedtgh, oh sorry about that, Ollie stepped on the keys. back to the frivolity!

did anyone catch the finale of the bachelor last night? ? I only watched the 'after the final rose' special but it was pretty damn ridiculous. the guy picked one chick, proposed, frolicked with her and then came back in six weeks, dumped her on national television and then asked the runner-up to take him back- and she did! It was ludicrous. I couldn't look away. Oh, and how much of a tool does this guy look like btw? he couldn't be toolier if he tried.

So anyway, this second chick comes on, talking about how she still has feelings for him, yada, yada, and how she dreams of him coming out on stage and changing his mind..... I don't know about you guys but I've had similar thoughts after break ups, the 'he'll call and tell me it was a big mistake dream'. But in my version I told him to go f**k himself. This is the difference, I suppose between me and this dumb chick:

if you have to have more info, check out this piece in TIME: it's called Why do tools fall in love?

Bad kitty

If Ollie were really a kid (instead of just getting treated like one) he would be sitting in the corner right now. That little bugger is having quite the night.

I just pulled him off of a pile of fancy dresses that I had placed on the floor for literally two minutes, (ok, overnight) and he chewed into my arm like a snake injecting venom. You know- when they grab and don't let go but keep pumping their little fangs to get the poison in there deeper... yeah like that.

But that was just the topper, that was after I found the present that he left for me. Based on smell and mold growth I'm dating this little puke present at last Sunday night- the night that my roommate Claudia had her little birthday party and I left Ollie alone in my room to fend for himself rather than pretend to want to hang out with a bunch of 20-year-olds. I should have known he'd get back at me.

I just didn't see this one coming. Ollie is way less vindictive than he used to be when I was shooting medicine in his mouth every other minute. But, he must have felt that I deserved a well-placed puke present in my closet, under clothes, where I wouldn't find it until many days later when the smell gave it away. Speaking of smell , my g-d damn roommate just left the house, which means that he has sprayed a crop duster amount of old spice and the smell is wafting though every room of my house and getting into my pores. If given a choice I would take the Ollie puke smell over this.

In fact, I think I'm not mad at Ollie anymore, I feel my anger shifting towards old spice and all the 'I'm stuck in the late '9os when I was young and full of promise and actually had a chance at getting a date ' sadness that it represents. If I never smell old spice again it will be too soon. Did I mention that old spice makes a body spray, deoderant and a body wash in addition to their cologne. Oh, and Diego owns all of them.

Nay a stray strand of baby's breath in sight

Anthony has great taste in flowers and now that I have two cameras at my disposal I'm going to give him props for my valentines day flowers which lasted a whole week and a half before the roses, alstromaeria, and other pink and red things all died on the same day. But what was left was still beautiful: orchids, button mums, and spider mums. Take a look:

lost and found

I cleaned out my closet this weekend and found the horribly ugly yellow sweatshirt that Anthony thought he had lost and was bummed about- but that I was secretly glad was gone-but is now back and I'll have to give it to him because he'd see it in my face if I didn't. Here is a photo of the back of this sweatshirt-it's only saving grace is if I wear it while riding my bike there is no way anyone will hit me. Trust me, it's even brighter in person.

Now the only reason I could show you this sweater is because I also found a brand new camera while cleaning out my closet. I think this is a sign that you really needed to clean out your closet if you're finding brand new, unopened, totally useful things in there. I almost threw away the box, but it was heavy so I opened it and tada! new camera.

This is what I've pieced together. Three years ago I bought a new camera, I know it was three years because I bought it for Joe and N***a's wedding. One year later I broke the screen at Downieville. Here's where it gets murky. I THINK Anthony took the camera back to Best Buy and got me another one. At the same time I he also kept the old broken one, ordered a new screen and fixed it. Hence, two cameras. I believe the plan was he would keep one and I would keep one and we'd have two, but then his old roommate gave him his old one, Anthony kept that because it was old and good for taking on bike rides and I had two cameras, one for now and one for later.

Here is photo evidence to back up my theory: I found this photo on one of the cameras.

I almost feel guilty posting this pretty bad photo of Anthony, especially when he's always doing nice things like fixing my electronics, but c'mon it's funny. Here's another one take at Anthony's house. it must be right after he put the new screen in.

I also found these shots which I apparently took to test out the new camera. That's Ollie trying out the 'Wheelie Beast' my xmas present from Anthony two years ago. It's a rolling bag thing from rei that will fit a small child inside, or at least five Ollies....
Disgusting side note: I think that's Ollie puke on the floor in the background. I'm sure I cleaned it up right after this shot was taken....


Here's the even crazier part: I was fiddling around with my 'broken' camera and it turns out all it needed was a reformatting of the memory card. Now it works again. I have two cameras- again. This time I'll give one to Anthony.

day'o' nothingness

Dena and i both had the day off yesterday and we went downtown and did nothing and it was great. I even made two very smart purchases that I'm already feeling really good about. The first purchase was two tiny balls of rabbit fur surrounding nuggets of catnip. Ollie loves these things. He had one already that he had chewed so often it was starting to fall apart, but petco refused to re-stock the damn things.

He now has two and when he sees those little balls of fluf sitting on the carpet i swear he looks like a kitten on christmas. It's like he forgets he has them until, oh my! is this rabbit fluff surrounding a nugget of catnip? bliss.

The second purchase I made is the reason that my two-buck chuck tastes just as good today as it did yesterday-awesomeness. It is the vinu-vac, made in some slavic state of course, or else the netherlands. Actually, never mind, it's the vacu-vin.

Now I can spend two dollars on wine and make it last longer too-so recession friendly it hurts.

Twitterific

I was part of a 'webinar' last week at work. I learned all about social networking and how to use it for good and not evil ;)

Long story short- the web expert was in love with twitter. So I joined up. I gotta keep up with the young'uns, and let me tell you- facebook i kind of get, it's like gossiping without actually having to talk to anyone, like stalking without getting into trouble with the law, but twittter? Twitter is weird.

What you do is write tiny little updates of 140 characters or less. You could say what you're doing, put a link to soemthing cool or wax poetic. You follow other people's updates and they follow yours. I can see how this would be cool if my friend and family were actually on twitter, but there is no one, I repeat no one I know on twitter. You people aren't as cool as me. So instead I am following Barack Obama, Tina Fey, and Rainn wilson from the Office.

Obama hasn't posted since he got elected, Tina Fey had a caramello for lunch yesterday and Rainn Wilson had an amusing rant about how every npr reporter has a weird name. He is right- npr reporters have weird names. my theory? They were all teased, became nerds, which led them to a career at NPR.

But I digress, I was about to tell you the absolute weirdest part about twitter which is the moment when people start to follow you. Some folow me because I'm following them. (Like the Onion) Some are obvious- online marketers looking to schmooze. Others are obviously collecting followers- they have tens of thousands.... but then there are a few who are totally random. Just normal people who, for some inexplicable reason, want to follow my tweets. (That's what it's called when you post on Twitter)

I find this odd. Why do they care what I'm saying? They don't even know who I am. Sure, I'm witty, and smart, but still- what is their motivation? and how did they even find me?

I bet N***a is cringing while reading this- she's a little internet shy, but I'm going to carry on. It's a new frontier out there- one of tweets, and microblogging, and other assorted odd-ness and I an going to explore. Incidentally, if any of join twitter- let me know!