This week has been ridiculously busy. I’ve been working my normal days and then coming home and working more on an additional project for work that I volunteered for. So, I guess I asked for it which is the really annoying part of it all because I want to blame someone else. The house is a complete mess, we have no food in the fridge, I’ve only worked out once, and I’ve been averaging 5 hours of sleep because once everything is done for the day, two consecutive episodes of Breaking Bad is preferable to doing anything else remotely productive.
Breaking Bad is my new TV addiction. I’m only 5 episodes into Season 1 but it’s so good. It is just me or does Bryan Cranston pick roles based on how much he’ll be in his underwear? I can only picture him in underwear in Malcolm in the Middle and I’m not sure if that’s even right. And why is his moustache so light and his hair so dark?
Anyway, during all the craziness this week, I finally decided that my life is too busy to mow the lawn. So I bit the bullet and hired a lawn service. I’ve been avoiding this since hubs and I have lived in a house (7 years) because I’m super cheap. Or maybe I’m just selectively extravagant. Anything I can do myself to save a buck, I will. This includes but is not limited to mowing the lawn, painting my nails, picking up pizza instead of having it delivered, cutting my own bangs, and driving around for 30 minutes looking for parking so I don’t have to pay for the garage. Incidentally, even though I’ll work harder on some things to save money, I also like finding the easiest way out of doing other things.
I faxed in the paperwork for the lawn service today, and when I came home from work, the yard was already mowed and edged and the palm tree in our yard was pruned. It was magical and so worth the money. I don’t know how my life transitioned into thinking pruned trees are magical. But it has happened. This is my life now.
Last night, I had plans to meet up with some blogger girls and came really close to not going because things have been so hectic. But I knew this girl would be there and I wanted to meet her and make her be my new best friend. So, I decided early on that I would only go for a short while and I was definitely not going to drink. I think we all know how that went.
In my defense, it was happy hour and a free shot of tequila came with every beer order. That’s not something you pass up. That is happy hour gold. Once I realized that I hadn’t died and gone to heaven, I ordered one. I made Jackie my new shot buddy, which I don’t think she knows yet. Then I talked her ear off all night about why I hate my new iPhone and might be taking it back to get another Droid. There’s a $30 re-packaging fee for the phone, which hurts me to think about. Remember? I’m selectively extravagant. But if it doesn’t cost much more than that to switch, I might do it. Basically, I love the mp3 player but I hate the phone. With the Droid, I love the phone but hate the mp3 player.
Anyway, I had a lot of fun with these ladies as usual. I think I needed a night out.
If you want to see who’s who in that picture, check out Carolina’s blog. (I also stole the picture from her.) She linked to everyone there, which I’m much too lazy to do. Also, if you’re in the central Florida area and your a lady (or perhaps are in the transition of becoming a lady) and want to join our next meet-up, “like” Central Florida Lady Bloggers Facebook page and get updates on our next meet up. Then do a shot with me.
So, in short. I’ve been super busy, then I drank tequila, someone mowed my lawn, and I complained about my phone. Sorry I just made you read the long version of that sentence.
What do you normally do to save a buck? (I almost never get pedicures. Plus, I’m super ticklish so I have to ask them not to scrub my feet with that brush.)