Yesterday, Joe and I went to Ohio so we could go to Target and return some pants I ordered off the internet.
That's right, we have to go to Ohio to go to Target. And not just Ohio-Ohio is about 10 minutes from my house-but like an hour away to Target.
Anyway, we got horribly lost and then eventually did find the shopping center. I returned the pants and we went to the mall since we were there. I bought some new shirts at Old Navy including a new plain t-shirt. I'm sort of obsessed with their t-shirts-both the crew neck and the vintage ones. They are comfortable and come in lots of cute colors. They have their faults though. The vintage ones are a little short and the crew neck ones are a little too tight. But overall I sort of love them. After Joe bought a few things as well, we went and ate at Hometown Buffet. I was super excited about the rolls. I ate like four of them but could have ate more if I wasn't already full of salad, chicken, meatloaf, mashed potatoes and ice cream. After dinner (ate at the appropriate time of like 4:45.) We went to Kohl's where I couldn't find any pants that fit either. Well, I found a pair I liked well enough but they were not boot cut so they were not going to work. I did buy a sweater and another shirt too.
We've recently finished up a series on Netflix called The Inbetweeners. Its a British comedy about four teenage boys and the troubles they face. Because its British, you can show a lot more and have a lot more swearing than you can in the US. The difficult part was figuring out the British slang. Once that was sorted out, the show was pretty awesome. We also recently started Breaking Bad. I'm not sure when the new season starts but I doubt we'll be caught up. Maybe. I guess I should research that.
Also, in case you were wondering, if you run over a full bag (1 L) of fluids, they will explode. The weak point is near the injection port on the front.
The modern pentathlon is on now! I watched the jumping and now its the combined-running and electronic pistol shooting. Its devastating. Its a true athletic event.
So while our house has been for sale the whole time (all two months of it) we've been renting it, it never had a sign. Until one sprouted up overnight last night. Now we have to work on keeping it clean.
Joe finally got a job! He's going to be working at a cheese factory.
I'm really happy with where the horses are living. So happy, I never want to visit them. It might have to do with the owners of the barn which are a little clingy.
Joe's car is in the repair shop getting a safety inspection as well as getting the check engine light checked out. But not the antifreeze leak that only I seem to be able to notice. The washing machine decided to stop working at this time too. It works but the rubber seal has finally completely given out. So to the laundromat we go this afternoon.
So I absolutely hate shopping.
There's about an 1000 little reasons that I hate it.
One of them is that I am cheap. For instance, when I returned the pants at Target, I got a gift card because that's how I had paid originally. So I had essentially $50 (actually $49.89 or something) of free money. There were no suitable pants options so I moved on to homewares. Its Target. There's like a 1000 things I want or like. For instance, there where some large purple jars/vases. Very cute. Good for decorating. There were some circus/carnival/fair pictures framed in red. These were on clearance. There were some random sit on table and do nothing pieces. Many things I liked. Many things I could spend my $50 on. And I didn't buy a single thing. Now I still have a $50 gift card to a store that is an hour away.
One of the issues too, is that I feel that I shouldn't be spending money for something to sit in a box until I have a place for it. I have end tables but not a well decorated house. I don't have any chairs. Or a couch. I'm sitting on a lawn chair. And now the house is really for sale, I feel like I shouldn't put up pictures. Not that I had a place for black and white pictures of a midway framed in red anyway. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT! The point is that even though I'm deeply in debt (weddings are expensive, as is school and cars) I should feel comfortable enough with the money I'm earning to buy something if I see something I like. I shouldn't have to have arguments with myself. No one is going to go hungry because I bought a shirt to wear to work.
The other side of hating shopping is while I can eventually convince myself that the random piece of house decor is something I can buy and own for my very own, clothes are another demon entirely. Clothes have the issue of 1) costing money and 2) not fitting. The pants I returned fit well enough. They are just for work-wresting dogs and being peed on by cats. I'm not expected to walk down a Paris runway in them. Joe liked them but because when I sat there was a bulge in the crotch, because they didn't sit just so over my shoes because they nearly came up to my belly button, because the material was weird, I had to return them. (And get $50 gift card that I'll take forever to use.) And this is the same reason I don't have any pants to replace the ones that one day are going to have a hole in the butt.
I did buy some shirts. I tried on some clothes. One of the shirts I bought has a questionable fit-the problem with Kohl's clothes. I don't know who they are measuring when they make clothes. Some weirdo with strange proprotions.
Anyway, I want to look cute. Looking cute is correlated to both being thin and having money. Let me change that, not really having money (though you should) but being willing to spend it. Neither of these I am.
Spending money on food is not an issue I have.
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