Whenever I bring clothes to be mended at the seamstress on State, I feel like she looks at me with eyes that say "Why can't you fix these simple things yourself, you 28 year old child?" Then she overcharges me for them.
It's either her or the fact that since she's asian, I feel like she's channelling my mother and I've really got to work on my insecurities of being a grown-up.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
A text exchange...
Teddy: I'm gettin a $1500 tax refund! Woohoo!
Me: Let's go to the waterpark!
Teddy: Let's go to the moon!
Me: Let's go to Culver's!
Me: (on the way to the moon).
Me: Let's go to the waterpark!
Teddy: Let's go to the moon!
Me: Let's go to Culver's!
Me: (on the way to the moon).
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Paloma, Clara, Bell, Oscar, Atlas, and Linus
These are the names of my future children.
They're gonna be soooooooo cool.
They're gonna be soooooooo cool.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Mo' money
Hello, my name is Stephanie. I just started balancing my checkbook today.
Yes, today. You know how I turned 28 last month? Remember that shit? I've gone years and countless overdraft fees too long. Somehow, putting a finite, solid number down in this check plastic-cased checking ledger makes everything so crystal clear.
"No, Stephie. You may not spend anymore money. You're out of it." My checking balance says this in a calm, commanding, unoffensive voice. I don't argue with it. It doesn't chastise me. It just let's me know. And I listen.
I find this a serendipitous event, because today while depositing money at the bank, the teller asked if I'd like to open up a savings account. I let out a deep, exasperated breath and said yes.
"Yes, I will grow up. Yes, I will take accountability for my finances and organize my funds."
I'm disappointed it took me this long, but I'm proud too, I guess. It's like I'm watching myself get on the bus to my first day of responsibility/financial planning school.
Yes, today. You know how I turned 28 last month? Remember that shit? I've gone years and countless overdraft fees too long. Somehow, putting a finite, solid number down in this check plastic-cased checking ledger makes everything so crystal clear.
"No, Stephie. You may not spend anymore money. You're out of it." My checking balance says this in a calm, commanding, unoffensive voice. I don't argue with it. It doesn't chastise me. It just let's me know. And I listen.
I find this a serendipitous event, because today while depositing money at the bank, the teller asked if I'd like to open up a savings account. I let out a deep, exasperated breath and said yes.
"Yes, I will grow up. Yes, I will take accountability for my finances and organize my funds."
I'm disappointed it took me this long, but I'm proud too, I guess. It's like I'm watching myself get on the bus to my first day of responsibility/financial planning school.
Friday, November 19, 2010
28. Ugh.
Birthdays just aren't that exciting anymore. I don't get that "OH-MY-GOD-CONFETTI-IS-GONNA-SHOOT-FROM-THE-CEILING Feeling" now.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
I'm in New York City.
I fucking love it. LOVE IT, I tell you. I want to move here.
Details to follow.
Details to follow.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Frienzzzz
The older I get, the more I realize how important it is to have a solid group of loving, reliable people around you. With the slew of weddings I have been going to and now that I have a work schedule where I can actually hang out with friends, I've been feeling incredibly lucky being able to connect with people. I looked at Annie yesterday and felt so thankful. I hung out with Kevin and I couldn't stop hugging him. I'm going to New York to visit Vanessa next month.
What a great thing, really.
What a great thing, really.
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