Does everyone secretly wish to be a Mac?

Money will always be one of those things I can’t quite wrap my brain around. Everyone wishes they had more, knows they probably have just enough to get by if they are careful, and realizes at some level that it’s just money. Yet it’s the #1 reason marriages fail, it’s pretty much the lead story on the news every night, and it’s comforting to know you’ve got a small pile of it somewhere.
So how much is enough?
I didn’t NEED a new computer. Mine, slow and cranky as it may be, is still functioning to the best of its ability. Even if it crashes, Brandon has a nice desktop with room to hold all my music and other personal digital items. But I still took an ounce of prevention, so to speak, and made a relatively modest investment. Even as I contemplated clicking, “submit order,” I hesitated. I had done the research, compared prices, models, speed, power, memory, etc. and felt like I had found something of value. Did I do enough? Do I need these features? What do I use my computer for? What would I use it for, if I had one of greater capability?
Seriously, these are all legitimate questions, I’m sure. It’s just amusing to me the relationship between the potential dollars spent and the existentiality of the questions.
Oh goody! “Your order is ready for pick up.”
And the questions fall away to glee.

the interview

It’s amazing what it takes to get me to reveal a lot of personal details about myself.

For example:
Today I had my interview with the people at Big Brothers Big Sisters. I’m really excited to work with these kids. It’s a very in depth look at your personal life, past & present, your family history, your ability to handle stressful situations, and your motives for wanting to work with kids. It seemed like they wanted to know if I could relate to these girls and be able to help them move forward with their lives, and the best way I felt I could show that was to reveal a lot of personal details. It’s all handled with confidentiality, and somewhere along the line I’ve accepted all the choices I’ve made: good and bad. I’m really happy. I’ve also had to work really hard at letting myself be this happy. Of course, there are still plenty of things undisclosed, things that I experienced that were nothing more than an event in my past. For some things, the only lesson you can learn is, ‘boy that was stupid.’
So now comes the waiting game: a background check, calling my references (you know who you are!), and if I’m lucky then I get to start the process of getting matched. I wouldn’t shy away from telling someone what I’ve been through, if I thought it would mean something. If I can show you that it’s possible to make it through your struggles, I’ll give everything I’ve got.


I said this, but I don’t want to forget it:

One of the best things in life is being reminded of something funny that you had forgotten. You get to laugh like it just happened all over again.

❤ you Jessnoica

A little bundle of W.T.F.

Walking in the mall today, Brandon turns and asks me, “What do you think is the ideal timing for having a baby?”
I didn’t stop or stumble, but I’m sure I raised an eyebrow something like a mile high. We were there on a mission: part 1 being get him some new work socks (easy), part 2 being finding some t-shirts he would actually wear (impossible). Evidently on our adventures we had walked by more than a couple women who were extremely pregnant. I kid you not, I didn’t even notice. Anyway, I guess this gets him to thinking about what time of year would be best to have a child. He wanted to know what I thought about being pregnant in the winter vs. in the summer. Also, in his mind, he was concerned about optimum road conditions for driving to a hospital.
I know we had this conversation. I was there. I remember telling him how random it was for him to ask me that… which is when he pointed out all these bulbous women that had escaped my cognition.
But I just can’t believe it.
(In that good way.)