I love Starbucks.
I love Starbucks.
I love Starbucks.
Skinny caramel lattes. Fat-free green tea lattes. Grande peppermint mochas in the cheerful holiday red paper cups. And on a special day, a venti non-fat caramel macchiato.
I love Starbucks.
I love Starbucks.
I love Starbucks.
Skinny caramel lattes. Fat-free green tea lattes. Grande peppermint mochas in the cheerful holiday red paper cups. And on a special day, a venti non-fat caramel macchiato.
Posted at 06:20 AM in Food and Drink, Need a Cup O'Joe, Starting Out | Permalink | Comments (1)
One of the things that became apparent to me in the budget talk that Hubby and I had yesterday was that I am a HORRIBLE grocery shopper. Not that this was any secret to either of us. I HATE grocery shopping. I love to eat, but I hate to grocery shop. This goes way back to when I was a kid and my mom would drag me to the grocery store. I specifically remember really hot summer afternoons stuck in the freezer aisle dressed in a tank top and flip flops, whining as my mother would spend hours (OK, at the time it seemed like hours but now I realize it was only minutes) perusing item after item, reading each label (for what, I'm not sure...it's not like we were avoiding high fructose corn syrup back then or anything), placing it back and choosing a different item, starting the label reading all over. I hated it. All I could focus on were the goosebumps on my arms and the fact that the whole neighborhood was out playing except for me. At this point, my younger brother would usually do something to annoy me, making me even crabbier. The worst, though, was when we got home and we would have to help bring in all the bags and unload them. Our pantry was usually very unorganized and I hated trying to fit all the new food in. I had so many more important things to do and time was ticking off the clock.
Posted at 10:49 AM in Groceries, Man, I Love to Eat, Meal Planning, Starting Out | Permalink | Comments (2)
Let me begin by explaining why I am starting this blog. After my yoga class this morning, I came home as Hubby was leaving with the girls to run a few errands. I asked him to grab me a skinny caramel latte from Starbucks ($4.25) on his way back. (I am completely addicted to Starbucks. I would live there if I could.) Anyhow, before jumping into the shower, I figured I would check my stats and comments for the mommy blog that I author, Lost in Suburban Bliss. I flipped open my laptop. Hubby must have been paying the bills because our online banking site was still up. Now, I need to be honest; I never, ever check this site. (Please, dear God, do not let Suze Orman be reading this.) I'm not even certain about the password. Before you start lecturing me, I already know that this is absolutely unexcusable. Lazy. Irresponsible. I know, I know.
There was a time when I was financially responsible, but as Hubby and I became more comfortable financially, I paid less and less attention to the numbers. I had my debit card and I always knew that the money would be there to cover whatever I was buying. Now, don't get the wrong impression. I am not a shopaholic. I am not a store snob, either. (For instance, I am a huge fan of Target. I actually sort of feel like Starbucks and Target are my homes away from home.) Yes, I have held down a job. Before I retired to take care of my girls, I had a successful career as an advertising copywriter. Yes, I have lived alone and have adhered to a budget. I moved from Ohio to Chicago when I was 26 and learned the hard way about the difference in cost of living. I guess my point is that I am not naive. Just...lazy.
Posted at 02:18 PM in Musings, Starting Out | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
