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A teller at the bank today was walking around reading a pocket-sized dictionary. (Whose pocket that is to fit in I am quite unaware.) I can only imagine she was prepping for a lunchtime Scrabble tournament. It has come to my attention that Ravi & I are cursed with an affliction. Perhaps it is rooted in our deep love for the Red Sox. Perhaps we are irrationally violent. Whatever the cause, upon seeing someone donning a Yankees hat, we both have a desire to punch that person. Now I'm willing to admit that the individual may be misguided and simply needs to be re-educated, but still something about that NY logo just brings out violent desires in me. Don't worry, I've never actually punched anyone for this or any other reason, nor do I think I ever will. I punch like a girl, it's embarrassing really. A week or so ago, I went to Quizno's for lunch. They were unbelievably understaffed, and I considered leaving but I had time & the manager had already see...

As for the car, I think I've decided to wait until I turn 25 to get a new car. Either that or I plan on winning a Saturn Sky from the Target survey I just filled out. :) The next few months are sure to be expensive. I'll have to buy a plane ticket to Houston for Christmas. Nicole & I will once again be hosting Thanksgiving. Then there's our famous Christmas party that will take place only a couple weeks later. And of course Christmas presents to buy. And a nephew on the way means I can be on the look out for cute baby boy items to purchase. Right now is probably not the best time to be tightening my budget. Plus it will be wise to wait until I get a raise so I know for sure what I will be able to afford. I am happy with this decision. Now I just have to hope the Neon will back me up on it. It is just a little over 6 months that I will be turning 25. 25! Seems old kind of. Seems like an age I should have a lot more figured out than I do. But you know I th...

There are some really great things about being an adult. I have a lot of freedom. If I want to stay out until 4:30 in the morning, I can. You know it's late when you get home when the Sunday paper arrives before you do. If I don't want to eat green beans (and I don't let me assure you) there is no one who will make me sit at the kitchen table until I finally give in. And if I don't want to get a flu shot, I don't have to. But there are some really difficult things about being an adult too. For me I think the most difficult thing is trying to figure out finances. I'm not horrible with money, but I have decisions to make that I don't feel prepared to make. And to be fair I never thought I'd be making these decisions alone. The time is nearing for my car to say its goodbyes and be replaced by a younger, more spry (spryer?) model. But so many questions go into such a big decision. What do I buy? Can I afford a monthly payment? And how much? Do ...