Will Work for Clothes
I was in a comatose state today until 4 p.m. or so. And when I say today I mean Saturday, August 26th. I finally made it out of the house too, albeit was 7:50 p.m. but I made it to the mall with little Tyson in tow. We walked around the new Macy*s. They had quite a few suits that I wanted to try on, but for tonight I just looked. I figure if I get a nice suit for interviewing, then maybe I'll actually apply for a job just so I can wear the suit.
It'd be nice to be earning money again. I miss clothes shopping so much. I haven't really bought any nice clothes for a couple of years. Another reason is all the weight I've gained. When I first moved out here to Denver from California, I was a nice size 4. Now I'm like a size 10, and I feel so hefty. I have so many nice clothes in my closet, but I can barely get some of the pants and skirts past my thighs. It's ridiculous. I swore I'd never be this fat again, but it's taken only a year to gain 20 pounds, which on my 5'1" frame does not look good. Drugs, diet and exercise-- I need to be more consistent. At the end of July I told myself that if I could just lose 2 pounds a month, then I'd lose those 20 pounds by the end of next May, just in time for swimsuit season. But I eat whatever I want and am just a lazy ass.
Yesterday we went for a walk to Dairy Queen. It's about a mile away, so it was good exercise. I'm sure the chocolate-dipped cone negated any calories burned by walking, but still... it was a good stroll and it felt good to get out of the house, even if I looked like crap. Today I showered, curled my hair and put on makeup. I found some black "maternity" pants in my closet that fit me perfectly and wore a beige lacy Ann Taylor shirt with my brick red suede mules I purchased at Nordstrom maybe 3 years ago. The reason "maternity" is in quotes is because they're not really maternity pants. They're just regular size 8 pants from Banana Republic that I bought when I was 4 or 5 months pregnant and my usual size 4 pants were too tight. I remember that day when I bought quite a few things from Banana. Pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa, whom I shall now refer to as Joel, was getting on my case because of how much the clothes cost and when would I ever wear them again after the baby was born?
"It's my money and none of your business really," I told him.
He said that was true, and he just had to learn that I have a different spending style than he does. Which is absolutely true. He is happy to shop at Ross Dress for Less. I have 4 or 5 stores and labels that I am loyal to. Mostly Banana Republic, sometimes Gap for casual clothes, Victoria's Secret for jeans and some tops, The Limited (although not so much nowadays, especially because the nearest one is way down south at Park Meadows Mall). I love that Foley's is now Macy's; I love, love, love shopping at Macy's. That is where I shopped when I lived in Santa Barbara County.
Joel doesn't really have any money to spend on things. He works for a bank downtown doing super-secret stuff for a net income of $1808 a month. I, on the other hand, was making $2704 a month as a teacher here in Adams County. In California I was netting about $3400 a month, which was really really really nice, even though I was $50K in debt with credit cards. But my little condo had appreciated tremendously during the housing boom, so I sold it for over a quarter of a million and moved here to Colorado, with a nice profit of over $100K. I remember I paid off all my credit cards (WOW! that was a great feeling), put down $50K on my new, much larger house, and saved the rest, which is almost all gone now because that's what I've been living off of for the past year that I haven't been working. But at least my house is being rented out to two very nice young ladies, so my mortgage is now covered. The only expenses I have now are my auto and home insurance, my student loan, and some new credit card payments, which I don't know how this happened. I've fallen into the old habit of racking up debt for which there is nothing to show for. More musings on this another post.
Joel went out this evening with his best friend, Gordon. They don't go out often; maybe once a quarter. Gordon drinks waaaaay toooooo much and then drives himself home. If Joel drinks too much, at least he's smart enough to just hang out at the bar to sober up and then drive home. I do not drink very much nowadays, but the past couple of days I've been craving a margarita or some Jello shots. I even put out on the counter some tequila and lime Jello to make some, but I haven't yet.
Tomorrow is Family Day. I'm thinking maybe I'll get Joel to take me down to Cherry Creek to go shopping or Park Meadows. I'm going to pull an all-nighter/all-morninger to try to reset my circadian rhythm. This going to bed at 5 a.m. and sleeping until 1 p.m. or later has got to stop. I feel like a bad mother for neglecting Tyson in the mornings. Joel does wake him to change him and give him a bottle of milk, but he's not a baby anymore. He should be eating a good solid breakfast. I will be there tomorrow (Sunday) to make sure he is well-fed.
It'd be nice to be earning money again. I miss clothes shopping so much. I haven't really bought any nice clothes for a couple of years. Another reason is all the weight I've gained. When I first moved out here to Denver from California, I was a nice size 4. Now I'm like a size 10, and I feel so hefty. I have so many nice clothes in my closet, but I can barely get some of the pants and skirts past my thighs. It's ridiculous. I swore I'd never be this fat again, but it's taken only a year to gain 20 pounds, which on my 5'1" frame does not look good. Drugs, diet and exercise-- I need to be more consistent. At the end of July I told myself that if I could just lose 2 pounds a month, then I'd lose those 20 pounds by the end of next May, just in time for swimsuit season. But I eat whatever I want and am just a lazy ass.
Yesterday we went for a walk to Dairy Queen. It's about a mile away, so it was good exercise. I'm sure the chocolate-dipped cone negated any calories burned by walking, but still... it was a good stroll and it felt good to get out of the house, even if I looked like crap. Today I showered, curled my hair and put on makeup. I found some black "maternity" pants in my closet that fit me perfectly and wore a beige lacy Ann Taylor shirt with my brick red suede mules I purchased at Nordstrom maybe 3 years ago. The reason "maternity" is in quotes is because they're not really maternity pants. They're just regular size 8 pants from Banana Republic that I bought when I was 4 or 5 months pregnant and my usual size 4 pants were too tight. I remember that day when I bought quite a few things from Banana. Pseudo-boyfriend/baby papa, whom I shall now refer to as Joel, was getting on my case because of how much the clothes cost and when would I ever wear them again after the baby was born?
"It's my money and none of your business really," I told him.
He said that was true, and he just had to learn that I have a different spending style than he does. Which is absolutely true. He is happy to shop at Ross Dress for Less. I have 4 or 5 stores and labels that I am loyal to. Mostly Banana Republic, sometimes Gap for casual clothes, Victoria's Secret for jeans and some tops, The Limited (although not so much nowadays, especially because the nearest one is way down south at Park Meadows Mall). I love that Foley's is now Macy's; I love, love, love shopping at Macy's. That is where I shopped when I lived in Santa Barbara County.
Joel doesn't really have any money to spend on things. He works for a bank downtown doing super-secret stuff for a net income of $1808 a month. I, on the other hand, was making $2704 a month as a teacher here in Adams County. In California I was netting about $3400 a month, which was really really really nice, even though I was $50K in debt with credit cards. But my little condo had appreciated tremendously during the housing boom, so I sold it for over a quarter of a million and moved here to Colorado, with a nice profit of over $100K. I remember I paid off all my credit cards (WOW! that was a great feeling), put down $50K on my new, much larger house, and saved the rest, which is almost all gone now because that's what I've been living off of for the past year that I haven't been working. But at least my house is being rented out to two very nice young ladies, so my mortgage is now covered. The only expenses I have now are my auto and home insurance, my student loan, and some new credit card payments, which I don't know how this happened. I've fallen into the old habit of racking up debt for which there is nothing to show for. More musings on this another post.
Joel went out this evening with his best friend, Gordon. They don't go out often; maybe once a quarter. Gordon drinks waaaaay toooooo much and then drives himself home. If Joel drinks too much, at least he's smart enough to just hang out at the bar to sober up and then drive home. I do not drink very much nowadays, but the past couple of days I've been craving a margarita or some Jello shots. I even put out on the counter some tequila and lime Jello to make some, but I haven't yet.
Tomorrow is Family Day. I'm thinking maybe I'll get Joel to take me down to Cherry Creek to go shopping or Park Meadows. I'm going to pull an all-nighter/all-morninger to try to reset my circadian rhythm. This going to bed at 5 a.m. and sleeping until 1 p.m. or later has got to stop. I feel like a bad mother for neglecting Tyson in the mornings. Joel does wake him to change him and give him a bottle of milk, but he's not a baby anymore. He should be eating a good solid breakfast. I will be there tomorrow (Sunday) to make sure he is well-fed.
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