Entries from March 2009

March 20, 2009

This site has been moved and re-named

I decided I didn’t like the title of my blog. It didn’t encompass what I started writing about exclusively. Cheap stuff. Being broke. Being married. Deal gittin’. Ass grabbin’. OK, no so much ass grabbin’, but I thought that went well with Deal gittin’.
I thought the best words to describe my life at present were [...]

March 11, 2009

If I can’t have 5K I guess I’ll run one

I really wish someone would just give Mark and I 5 g’s. Since that’s not going to happen, I did the closest thing I’ll come any time soon to gittin’ 5K. I signed up for a 5K. The Ravenswood 5K, to be exact. Proceeds benefit our ‘hood food pantry and schools.
I started training a few [...]

March 10, 2009

Train tales

I am a starcrossed lover of the obnoxious. On one hand, they are the bane of my existence. On the other, one of my top earthly joys is needling them, from the pompous prick to your standard everyday fuck face. That’s why my failure to launch today, into one very ripe and deserved needling session, [...]

March 8, 2009

Why do schizofrenics…

Why to crazies on the bus always want to talk about Jesus?

Hung out with my grl Angelica who relayed these tales:
Whilst riding the bus on the south side of Chicago on two recent separate occasions crazies twice accosted her. One to tell her how, in detail, that the Harry Potter she was reading was the [...]

March 8, 2009

Aldi is the bomb

I just want to write and say that Aldi is the bomb. In January, we spent hundreds of dollars on food, shopping at uber-expensive Chicago-based chain, Jewel. We’ve cut that in half, spending only abut $250 for two people so far in February. The basics are extremely inexpensive. Just 99 cents for green tea, for [...]

March 4, 2009

Being broke is really distracting. A better distraction is booze.

My husband has just started a job today! It’s a tutoring gig. Part time and the first time he has worked since Oct. 31st. Not for lack of trying, either. The poor sap has applied to more jobs than I can count, and he’s had five interviews that resulted in nada. This means in T-minus [...]