When I was a child I loathed naps. There was just way too much to do to spend daytime hours lying on a bed. These days I crave naps because, well, there’s just way too much to do.
I wish I could distill the essence of sleep and sell it in pill form. I’d call the product a “napsule.”
Remodeling This Life hosts the Festival of Frugality blog carnival this week. The hostess, Emily, chose my “The wedding gift as price of admission” as an Editor’s Pick. This is my obligatory link to the carnival — but also a chance for readers to browse a wide array of topics, from “Frugal sick days” to … Read more
We have a winner! Two of them, in fact. The “Carrie necklace” goes to Tania, whose name comes in well under the allotted 12 letters. She’ll be the envy of all the other girls (and not a few of the boys) if she wears it to “Sex and the City 2.”
The confectionery consolation prize winner is Catseye. As we all know, confections have a stupendous capacity to console. In this case, that’s a bag of Godiva milk chocolate strawberries and two Godiva bars (milk chocolate with almond, dark chocolate with extra-dark ganache filling).
Congratulations to both, and as for the rest of you: Suck it up. I wasn’t even eligible to win and you don’t hear me whining, do you?
VH from the Funny About Money blog has chosen one of my pieces — “Inattention can cost you. Ask me how I know.” — for this week’s Carnival of Money Stories.
It’s even an Editor’s Choice! I feel so validated, even though my toe still hurts.
I miss the Fly By Night Club, a proudly sleazy Alaskan bar that served up Spam and satire in equal doses. Nine months a year the club presented “The Whale Fat Follies,” a musical revue that skewered local and national politics, Martha Stewart, wildlife management policies, the Neiman-Marcus catalog, the official state fossil (that’s the woolly mammoth, not Sen. Ted Stevens), money-grubbing evangelical ministers, opera, squid, Bill Clinton and just about anything else that club owner Mr. Whitekeys figured could get a laugh.
The slide shows usually included at least one naked backside. The male cast members enjoyed the cross-dressing skits just a little too much. Some shows featured the world’s first tap-dancing outhouse, a performer introduced as “the happy tapper in the snappy crapper.”
The good news is that I don’t have any cavities. The bad news is that I need a crown replaced. The worst news? No dental insurance.
What I do have, however, is a dental-hygienist sister who will X-ray and clean my teeth for free, and an emergency fund to help pay for the crown. Not that I’m thrilled about dipping into the EF, mind you, but at least I won’t go into debt fixing my face.
I’m getting ready to go to Anchorage, Alaska for a long trip, house-sitting and hanging out with family and friends.
Anybody want a postcard?
“Sex and the City 2” opens May 27, and I’m happy to be hosting the Blog & Save giveaway of the script necklace — aka the “Carrie necklace” — made famous in the TV series.
You don’t have to be named Carrie to win it, though. The necklace, from Limoges Jewelry, will spell out your name as long as it has fewer than 12 letters.
Normally this necklace it would cost $69.99 – but if you win, it won’t cost you a dime.
I want to get married. That is, I want to get married after I’ve finagled an introduction to J. Money of the Budgets Are Sexy personal finance blog. Once he and I are best buds I want to get married a whole bunch of times, because J. Money’s wedding gift of choice is a hundred-dollar bill.
In the summer of 2007 I won a fellowship to attend the University of Washington’s two-month Summer Institute in the Arts and Humanities. One day we were given 20 minutes to write something about a specific aspect of our identities.
Here’s an excerpt from mine:
“All terrorists should be middle-aged women,” I once said – only partly in jest.