While I was stuck at home during the massive snow storm yesterday, I thought to myself: this would be a good day to buy those pants I want from PdC. I’m still nervous about buying something so expensive, but at the same time I know I can afford it and I do want them (along with three other items I found on sale).

So as I lingered on the site, after pacing around the house a bit, I sat down to put it in cart. Now.


Ok. Right now.


Me: What was that?
Z: I think a tree branch fell…. on the garage.
Me: *runs to window and sees all sorts of tree debris in yard*
Z: Come up here and look.

I went upstairs because the guest room window looks down on the garage roof and sure enough a large branch fell down, broke and was pinning down an electrical wire.

Z went outside to check the garage, but the garage door wouldn’t open over a foot off the ground. He looked in the windows and the branch punctured a hole in the roof and offset the garage door mechanism. The car (new Mustang) and his motorcycle seem to be fine. What worried us the most was the electrical wire being pinned down because it was the one that went from the pole at the far corner of our yard directly to our house.

Z: immediately calls insurance company.
Me: immediately calls electrical company.
Z: calls roofing companies and his dad, who is the VP of a construction company.

We couldn’t do anything about it at all because it was still snowing heavily and we had no way of safely getting on the roof to take the branch down. I don’t even think Z could’ve moved it if he had been able to get up there. The branch was large and broke into two pieces when it hit the garage. One part pinned the wire and hung off that and half on one side of the roof and the other part of the branch that was bigger punctured the other side of the roof.

We made whatever calls we could and just had to hope for the best. All companies we called about roofing and garage doors were closed and the electrical company has ten million other people to deal with – not one person whose electricity hasn’t gone out….yet. But hey, they added it to their service calls that they’ll get to…eventually. I wasn’t expecting much at all but at least the service center woman was really nice. I know they are still dealing with fallout from the storm that hit last Friday. Some people still didn’t have electricity and then this storm hit.

So I won’t be buying the pants just yet because we need to know how bad the damage is for all of this first. Our deductible isn’t too high so that’s one good thing so far. Also, after Z shoveled the driveway for the third time he ended up talking to our neighbor (also shoveling) whose yard the tree is technically in. I had immediately thought: hmmm, their tree our damage… but I wasn’t going to be a jerk about it. Z came in and said our neighbor was more than willing to call his insurance company since the tree is in his yard and he felt slightly responsible. The tree is old and he was planning on having it looked at this spring to be trimmed or removed completely. The canopy of the tree mostly hangs over our property. It would be really nice if our neighbor put it on his insurance claim because we actually just got notice our rates lowered recently. However, this might bump the rates back up. Z mentioned that if they decide on removing the tree, we could help out a little because it is very expensive.

So while we survived the storm, we didn’t come out of it completely unscathed.

If I were superstitious I would say I was being told not to buy those pants, but I don’t get spooked that easily. It’s simply an emergency situation that will have some financial consequences happened and I’ll need to wait a little longer. Technically, I can totally still buy the pants no problem, but I want to know what the costs for fixing the roof and the garage door will be first.


You know that sound Charlie Brown makes, when he tries to kick the football and Lucy steals it away at the last second? He lets out a yell and you can tell it’s a mixture of frustration at what happened, but also knowing it was going to happen anyway? That’s been my week thus far. And it’s only Tuesday!


Sweater from Yesstyle, Grana jeans.

Boring outfit is boring – in photo. My boss actually complimented me on it and was shocked I was wearing jeans. I wondered what rock he’d been under.

I completely forgot to take my outfit photo yesterday. I’m still stressing out a little over the changes happening at work and yesterday I got home and immediately changed into workout clothes without thinking. I was halfway done with my workout when I remembered.

I’ve been having a lot of those, “wait…..what?” moments. This whole month I’ve been good about not spending any money (just a couple movie tickets and an affogato) and I kept saying to myself: Ok, don’t spend until February. Then I’ll look at my credit card balance and check if my predictions for discretionary spending were on target so I can set up a proper budget for shopping. And before I knew it, it’s almost February and I’ve not had two minutes to really think about spending because I’ve been so busy. Plus, I’ll need to reassess my expenses again because this month saw me being offered a 20% raise and new position. Wait… what?

I’ve been a nervous wreck the past week and a half because I knew this was coming. It’s not as if I wasn’t prepared for it, but A) this is a whole new set of responsibilities that I really need to step up my game for and B) my new numbers would affect my choice of benefits program now that I’m eligible and the deadline is February 1st – hurry the hell up, where is my paperwork, BOSS!? (No worries now, got it taken care of – finally.) My biggest worry currently is being properly trained. When I first started working for this company, I had someone sit with me and teach me everything. Now, I’m having to scramble and search for the information myself. I do have plenty of help from some people, but the main ones who could train me best are the busiest and already being pulled in 20 different directions. I’m trying to do what I can with what resources I know I have right now, but it’s still very piecemeal.

One of the directors told me she’s really glad I’m doing so well and I’m very much needed there. She said I’m a “go-getter” and I corrected her. I’m not a go-getter at all. There’s nothing I want to go get at the company and if it came down to that, I’d probably fail. However, I have a good work ethic and sense of responsibility. If I’m going to be paid well to do a job, I need to make sure I’m proving that it was worthwhile to put me in that position. That is what I’m afraid of most – not being able to prove that I’m worth what I’m being paid to do. I’ve worked at plenty of places where I’ve been severely underpaid and know that I should demand more for what I’m doing. Now, I’m in the opposite position of being given a lot more than I was expecting and it’s making me panic, wondering how I’ll get the information I need to do the job well. My new position is very similar to other ones I’ve done in the past. It’s essentially customer service work. However, before I was mostly working in retail. Now I’m working for a corporation where the “customer” is another company and losing one of them could mean losing tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars instead of just a couple hundred or a couple thousand. I understand that the amount of money I’m being paid correlates to the amount of responsibility I have to keep these customers happy because of how much they are spending with our company. But it’s all still very new to me and I think my little freak outs lately are keeping me centered and anxious to do as much as I can as quickly as I can.

I don’t even know if what I just wrote makes sense, but it’s cathartic to write it out. Z just asked if I want to play more Zelda and my attention span and focus for this post just disintegrated. When do I want to play Zelda? ALWAYS.


Eat the stuff


It’s incredibly nice outside today – 56F – so of course Z and I had to take out the Mustang. We drove to a little tourist trap of a town about 30 minutes away from our house. It’s a very cute little town, but parking is nigh impossible to find after a certain time (there were 3 spots left when we got there at 11:45 am) and the sidewalks are usually jam-packed with people.  We didn’t stop at the restaurant advertised in the photo, but I liked the sign.

I’m not sure if I’m fighting off something or if the stress of the past week is still weighing on me. I slept a lot last night, but still felt heavy and drained this morning. I almost fell asleep in the car ride to the town. We stopped at a food court plaza because Z needed brunch and I needed a pick-me-up.


I was going to get a latte, but when I saw they served affogato, I knew that would be it. Hardly any place serves affogato around here, so this is a treat and now knowing this is where I can get it – I’ll be back. The barista told me he makes a shake version with two shots of espresso, and a little milk. I’m sure that’s nice in the summertime, but I like getting scoops of the ice cream in one bite and then a bit of espresso the next. Coffee shakes can be had almost anywhere, affogato is rare at any coffee shop or ice cream parlor.

Z was tempted by the Breakfast Tots he found at a different food stall in the plaza. The tots are covered in two large pieces of pork roll, topped by two fried eggs, chili sauce, chives, and cheese. He said he was in trouble because he wanted the tots from one stand, Indian from another stand, and Peruvian from another stand. Suffice to say, we’ll be going back there several times. The hot chocolate barista got us as well. We were given samples of a dark chocolate drinking cocoa and it was amazing – not too sweet, not too bitter.

Uniqlo top, 45rpm jacket, Rachel Comey pants.

I look like quite the little old lady in the first photo. I didn’t even know Z took that until I took the photos off my camera. He asked to take my photo outside.

We ran a few more errands and then headed home. I’m quite tuckered out now. Walking on the cobblestone sidewalks in the tourist town was not easy and did a number on my back and functioning leg as it compensated a lot for all the wobbling I was doing on the boot. Time to chill out, and maybe play more Zelda…

Car & still making an effort

So let’s get this out of the way. New car. There it is. It has 4 exhaust levels, meaning you can adjust how loud it is. Z usually keeps it in quiet mode while in the neighborhood because no one likes that neighbor with the obnoxiously loud car. It also has heated and cooled seats, which is really nice. The next car I get might have to have cooled seats (I already have heated) because swamp butt in the summer is annoying.

This is just a leisure car. Z does have a “beater” he uses to get to work regularly and for other things.


Sunday outfit: Everlane long sleeve tee, Limi Feu sweater, Grana jeans. In the photo with the car above I put on my Journal Standard jacket for going out.

I actually got dressed on both Saturday and Sunday this weekend! I haven’t done that in… I don’t know how long. That’s kinda sad to admit, but whatever. I’m making more of an effort now. We’ll see how long this lasts.


Uniqlo top, Rachel Comey pants.

This winter has been really weird. Whenever we get any sort of precipitation it’s been really warm. Today we had a ton of rain and it was 60F outside. It’s January! Normally all of that rain would be snow. I’m glad it’s not snow, but it’s kinda scary that it’s been all rain – like Winter is broken. Or you know, it’s called climate change and it really is a scary issue when you think about it and know that these conditions are not normal.

So I forgot to take a photo yesterday and I labeled today’s photo “monday”. That’s what kind of week it’s been so far for me. Yesterday I was distracted by the pretty necklace I got in the mail I’m wearing today. My friend Jenny, who lives on the other side of the US from me, always sends me the best jewelry and over half of my collection has been gifted to me by her. It’s become our thing now to buy jewelry for each other because we both have the same taste. A lot of the time we’ll buy two of the same item: one for each other and one for ourselves. This was my Christmas gift this year. I’ve been a bad, slacker friend because I’ve not sent out hers yet. Sorry Jenny! I’ll get on it soon!

Things are afoot at work. I’m doing a lot more of it now in a different area from where I was hired and it may move me into a whole new position in the company sooner than I thought. This is a good thing though. I’m also communicating with my boss a lot better and I think I shocked him today with my progress in understanding the work he’s given me. He wasn’t quite expecting me to be at this level yet, but I forged my way into it because I simply see it as being what I need to know in order to do this project the right way. There may be a lot of changes for me in the upcoming months.

Sweater secret

Limi frontLimi

This is my Limi Feu sweater and it has a secret. When I got it, there was a hole in it.

Limi back

Can you see the hole? Or rather, can you tell where it’s been patched?

The hole is on the back of the sweater and it was small. It wasn’t in the listing when the seller posted it (it’s from a discounter site in Japan), but when I got it (gifted to me by Z for Christmas) it had a very heavy moth ball scent to it. It had clearly been sitting for a while and I’m guessing the hole was in fact from a moth and I doubt the seller even knew about it. My husband had no idea and when I told him about it today he was shocked. I noticed the hole when I opened the package on Christmas day, but didn’t say anything. I just thought, “I’ll have to patch that up.” Never did I think of returning it because I wanted to keep it and I love this sweater. Today, of course, Z got a little upset and kept saying sorry about the hole, but I assured him that no matter what I would’ve bought it even if he hadn’t. I didn’t want him to feel bad about it and it’s his upset reaction that made me wait even until now to say anything. If I’m not upset, then there’s no reason he should be. It’s not a big deal to me at all. I then explained to him how I fixed it. I even lay the sweater out flat and asked him if he could tell where it was. He said no, he didn’t see anything.


To patch the hole I took some dark thread and super carefully sewed up ends of the hole together as best I could without severely pinching the fabric. The fabric is a wool and linen blend and it’s not a traditional knit, therefore trying to fix it like one would a knitted sweater is not an option. After carefully sewing a few parts of the hole to close shut, I took a piece of iron-on bonding tape and put that on the sweater and then a small piece of super thin lining fabric for bonding to the sweater. The result worked ten times better than expected. I did all of this before I ever washed the moth ball scent out of the sweater. I put the sweater in a laundry bag, put on delicate (cold water) cycle and used Woolite Dark. The smell came out and the patch job worked perfectly. I lay it out to dry and then used an iron on it to smooth it out.


Interestingly enough, the tag on the inside of the sweater in the above photo says: “Friction and repeated use may cause yarn breakage and surface damage. It is not repairable once it’s damaged. The fabric may pile up lint and fuzz on the surface. Please handle with care.” Translated: If you get a hole in this, you’re fucked!

Oh yeah? Well I don’t think so. I’ve worn the sweater a half dozen times already and my patch job is still working just fine.

This sweater is a used item and it’s a very delicate one. But, it’s not the of the world for these sorts of items if something happens to them. If there was a nasty stain on it, that would be a different story, but a tiny hole is easy to fix up for most fabrics, especially natural fiber ones.


Warning: second half of this post has an extreme amount of profanity. Seriously, if you get easily offended by any and ALL profanity, stop reading now.

Uniqlo flannel shirt, 45 rpm jacket, Uniqlo pants – in the car dealership bathroom

In other news, I spent 5 hours in a car dealership today, holding my tongue and mentally wanting to punch the shit out of the super annoying sales person who made awful jokes and clearly just thought that if she could get Z and I to laugh at her, she’d get the money out of us she wanted. Don’t think so BI-ATCH!

If there’s one thing Z knows – it’s cars. He’s a total car fan and knows how the pricing structure works for them and what’s part of a true cost for the car and what’s just a dealership bullshit cost. By the end of the day the sales rep did fuck us over – a teensy bit, but not nearly as much as she probably would’ve liked. We agreed on a price for the car, then the fucking cunt worked backwards to make the price we agreed upon, the end sales price after rebates, which then bumped up the true sales price of the car, which was NOT the agreed upon price. Z immediately caught it and said no, the price is AFTER rebates and she flat out said, “Then you’d be home by now” – meaning there would not have been a sale and she said there was no possible way to go lower because that’s the invoice price (which is a LIE – when they say you are already paying the “invoice price” that’s not entirely true – car companies give dealerships incentives so their invoice pricing is after the incentives and not the real invoice price of the car). I was ready to stand up and pummel the cunt right then and there for that. She then countered that he was already getting over $7k off the sticker price (irrelevant, you stupid bitch!), and he shook hands (also fucking irrelevant – a hand shake is a fucking posturing gesture and means nothing – the only thing that matters in the end is the signature on the line) on the price listed after the rebates because there was no talk of rebates before. She left us to talk and Z did say he should’ve thought of that, but that still doesn’t discount the fact that she flat out changed the price of the car that was agreed upon. Our paying the post rebates price still means we are paying for taxes and loan pricing for the cost before rebates. I was ready to walk out and I wanted to just to see the bitch’s angry face fall out of shock because she was already losing her composure by the second, but Z’s got a much softer temperament than I do. I’m more angry about it than him. It only upped the monthly cost by just over $10 and while he was thoroughly pissed that she finagled around him like that, he decided he wasn’t going to let it ruin the car for him. He gave her a dirty look and then said he’d agree to that cost and then turned away from her. She then barely managed to put up her chipper attitude again and said, “Normally I’d say let’s take photos…. but you don’t seem to want to…” Z and I just glared at her and I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her. He deadpan-face asked for the spare key she hadn’t given him yet.

In the end, he got the exact car he wanted with all the options he wanted for the price (range) he wanted, so he’s a happy camper. I’m still pissed a bit that she swindled us in the way she did, but if he’s happy then I need to get over it.

I don’t have photos of the car because it was nearly dark by the time we got home, but we are going for a ride tomorrow and I’ll take photos then of his new 2018 Ford Mustang GT.

As a general FYI about me: I FUCKING HATE SALES PEOPLE. 99% of them are annoying shit-cocks. Car sales people and realtors are THE WORST. I’m not like most gullible shoppers who go around browsing at things and then with just a smile and a few trendy key words will jump to buy whatever item a sales person has in front of me. I have a feeling most blogs I follow are the same way as me. We know the bullshit and can smell it from miles away. I hate going to malls and having 5 sales associates inside of two minutes ask me if they can help me at all. NO, LEAVE ME ALONE TO LOOK! I usually leave my sunglasses on in stores just for this reason. I know there is the rare gem of a SA, who understands this and I appreciate those people. Most of them are the ones who knowing look me directly in the eye and smile – maybe even give a nod – and then leave me be. But those SAs are very rare and nonexistent at car dealerships. Just sitting there today for so long listening to the other sales people schmoozing on the phone and in person with people made me want to throw up. I online shop as much as possible to bypass all the shit.

Ironically, my boss is the main sales associate and VP for our company. Sometimes on client calls I’ll cringe and want to shout at him: Shut up with the stupid flower shit-talk! No one cares! Get to the fucking point! The client he’s had me working with even called him out on it and said, “getting back to the point…”, which made me laugh. It’s always so cringey-bad when clients call sales rep out on the crap that doesn’t matter. Most of the time the flower-shit-speak doesn’t even make sense. It’s a bunch of trendy catch-all words meant to make the client feel like they are getting something good. If you actually listen to the words, you’ll know they mean nothing. It’s pure shit coming right out of the mouth instead of the ass.

Anyhow, we came home, had some scotch and dinner and now we are going to play Zelda. I told Z he owes me several hours of game play tonight for my behaving so well at the dealership. (the bitch seriously has no idea how lucky she is I kept my mouth shut…)