Poverty is a BITCH.

Ok, so maybe "poverty" is a BIT of an overstatement, but read below and you'll understand why I feel the need to be dramatic. When i first started this blog i thought to myself "hmm... what in the world will I write about?". Typically, I get on a kick for about a week and then I am over it. For example... working out, smoking (sorry, mom), being an alcoholic (again...sorry, mom), Cracker Barrel, Steak n'Shake chocolate milkshakes w/hot fudge (sorry, waistline), painting, stalking, tanning, etc. etc. etc.

I've had this blog thing going for ABOUT two weeks so we'll see how long it lasts. I've had fun writing about my shopping trips and about ex-boyfriends, it has been a bit therapeutic. However, there probably won't be too many more shopping stories and you can thank (or send hate mail to)Whitney for that. She gave me an excel spreadsheet that keeps all of your finances in order, and once I entered all of my information into it, I came to the very SAD realization that no, i am not a millionaire, in fact, nowhere close, and I need to quit spending half my paycheck at Anthropologie and doing something a little more responsible, for instance, say, saving for the future..i know... boring. I mean, that's what a husband is for, right?

Anywho, Whitney's husband is out of town so she is experiencing what being a single mom is like AKA hell. She has the best husband ever so when he goes out of town, she gets slapped in the face with a harsh reality. Luckily, I am there to help her through it. And by "help", i mean sit on her recliner and watch her take care of her child. Last night, we were watching an episode of "Hannah Montana" (umm... does it sound less pathetic if I say Jack likes it?) and I had the great idea to go buy hair color in a box because both of our roots were looking a bit... umm.. how shall I put this.. county? So, off we go to Walgreens (not Target, only because Whitney was wearing sweatpants and Jack was in his pajamas) and bought boxed color. I have a hair appt on Friday so what's the worst that could happen, i wear a hat for two days? I can deal with that. We bought a color and brand my very stylish cousin had recommended and it actually turned out looking great. Or at least, at the time, we thought it looked great. Mine is still up in the air (not literally, but figuratively speaking) and Whitney's looks like she just got her roots done (however, she has received NO compliments at work.. i blame this on the fact that she works with a bunch of guys and the only thing they would notice is if she came to work in her birthday suit) so I was a little jealous. However, since I am (sadly) exiting the "Millionaire Club" and entering the oh-so-boring "frugal" club, I think I can handle boxed hair color. PS, if you need a babysitter, proofreader, dog sitter, house sitter or just want to support a very worthy cause (my favorite hobby, shopping), I am available for a very reasonable cost.