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helloooo winter! goodbye heating bill.

Posted on: 10.10.2015

I grew up in one of those houses where my dad could sense instantly when someone messed with the thermostat. And since I was an only child, there were only so many people to point a finger at to push the blame. And I remember the thermostat being really high up on the wall and standing on my tip toes to reach the thing. i didn't really know what a thermostat did exactly, I just knew if I pushed the knob to the right, no matter how far, warm air would flow thru the vents and i would be able to feel my toes again. So I would wait until the coast was clear, push the knob (usually past 90 degrees) and would get caught every damn time once our house started to feel like a beach resort. My old man liked to keep our house at 64 degrees year round and I think that temperature habit was almost instilled in me. I go as far into the summer without turning on the air (thank god for box fans) and will freeze into winter without turning on the heat. A mixture between being poor and enjoying the challenge, I guess. Since living on my own, there are a few ways I've learned to keep warm without cranking up the heat and tricks to keep from making that electric bill sky rocket. so, before the really brutal months set in, here are a few of my favorite "keep warm in the winter" tips

socks. i can't stress enough how much i love my wood floors. they're beautiful. and carpet totally gives me the heebie jeebies. but! wood floors are a nightmare in the winter months. it's like stepping down onto a block of ice when you get out of bed every morning. invest in some big, squishy delicious wool socks and wear them all za time!
wool blanket i found a wool blanket at an army surplus store and just thought it looked bad ass. flash forward a few months and wouldn't you know it? that thing is warmer than warm. it locks in heat. yes.
coconut oil this stuff won't exactly make you warmer. ok, it definitely won't. but when your skin resembles an alligator's scales in december, you'll want to lather this stuff on underneath your long johns. it moisturizes like no ones business and will keep your skin feelin goooood.
coffee press hot drinks are key to keeping your bod a little bit warmer in the winter. we're talking all the coffees, teas and hot chocolates your body can handle. this coffee press is like $8 at ikea and will keep the hot beverages coming for cheap.
hot water bottle my grandma kept a hot water bottle at her house and growing up, us granddaughters would use it as a fake "pregnant belly" when playing house. don't ask me why. it resembled a pregnant belly to a bunch of 8 year olds. and my poor grandma would have to search for it daily. so buy your own, fill her up, and keep her under your back, on your belly or down by your toes to keep ya snuggly under the blankets.
crockpot warm food goes hand in hand with warm drinks. hot soups and pastas and roasts are essential for winter cooking. they'll heat up your whole house and warm up your insides, too. double score!

good luck this winter, guys!! we're all pushin' through it together… and feel free to add tips if you'd like
oh, and here's a few more quick ones:
after cooking in your oven, leave the oven door open. 350 degrees feels mighty good.
down blankets and comforters. like 30 of them.
throw your pajamas in the dryer before putting them on.
hot baths before bed time.
buy all the flannel pajamas you can find. oh, and long johns, too!

My new Desk, Bill

Posted on: 10.06.2015

Yesterday, i drove my roommate up north to pick up a new car. a friend of his mother's lost her husband and had decided to sell his old le sabre to jon for a very fair price. being the good friend that i am, i agreed to take the trip with him to pick up his new car and i'm very glad i did. it was one of those days that just sort of fell into place, ya know? I met one of the sweetest women with bright white hair and perfect wrinkles around her eyes from obviously smiling too much and i just wanted to put her in my pocket and go have coffee with her. we went to her house to pick up the new car and as we pulled up, i could see that her garage was full of everything but cars. furniture and rugs and kitchenware and other odds and ends. she asked me if i had any interest in antiques or furniture and i almost laughed, as anyone that knows me knows i would die before giving up my love for antique furniture. and so, she gave me this beauty. Her husband recently passed away and she was basically clearing out her home and getting rid of everything. she told me that she had already cleared out a few truck loads of things from her house and she had no intention of stopping. She said that come winter, she's going out to stay with her daughter in Hawaii and that if I wanted to take this desk home with me,  I could have it. Isn't it beautiful? and so, jon and i packed her gently into the back of my car and she came back down to cincinnati with me. i drove extra safely and took corners with more precaution than usual. this was my new baby, after all.  I can't imagine how it was used in its past life. maybe for writing letters to friends? maybe where kids would sit and learn their times tables? or possibly it was where the head of a household sat and paid off mortgages and balanced check books. 

My dad used to sit at our kitchen table and pay all of our monthly bills. we lived in a trailer and didn't have room for an office or study and i remember he would spread everything out all across our little kitchen table and would somehow keep track of all of it. bills were always paid on time. mail was always kept in order. and I used to sit and watch in amazement as he wrote out checks and licked stamps and i would think about how cool it was to be a grown up and do things like that. 20 years later, paying bills has since lost most of its glamorous appeal. i have a terrible habit of only checking my mailbox once or twice a month and I'm sure i'm the most hated apartment on our block if you ask my mailman. i get anxiety every time i open a bill, praying that it's somewhere in the ballpark of what i thought it was supposed to be. i have the same habits of my dad when it comes to just spreading bills all over the place and that's where my new beautiful desk comes into play. i want to fill him (the desk)  with stamps and envelopes and stationary. i want to write letter to my friends without telling them. (hopefully they check their mailboxes more often than i do. ha!) i want to utilize the space to actually write with ink and not just a keyboard. 

and so behold, my new "bill desk"! His name is Bill. Obviously.

Monday Rants

Posted on: 10.05.2015

some of my favorite posts come after a few too many vodka tonics or some mysterious beer that was hiding in the back of my fridge… tonights post is brought to you by one of those mini bottles of pinot g.
and here we go…

this was a glorious sunday indeed and i hope everyone else felt the same. it started with a walk down into northside to try out a new burger spot. i looove my little corner of this city because it has everything i need but one thing we've been lacking is a really good burger spot and hip hip hooray it is now here. the place is called Tickle Pickle (i die every time i say it out loud and now even writing it is fun) as of right now, they only have a walk up area and outdoor seating but their inside is opening soon. it always make me proud when new spots around here are opening up. i feel like the biggest most annoying cheerleader.

after lunch, i worked for a few hours and it moved quickly and painlessly… anyone's favorite days of work, am i right?? so afterward, i brought home a few tacos and quesadillas and pieces of corn on the cobs (corns on the cob? cobs of corn? corn on the cobs?) and had a feast while watching season 3 of Friday Night Lights. Have you seen it? you guys. i cry real tears 33% of the time. i know it's an older show but it was on netflix and what the hell, i can only watch The Office so many times before i can recite it word for word. if you haven't watched it, start it yesterday. I followed up my mexican feast with a few handfuls of chocolate chips because there is not one damn sweet thing in this house right now except for a bag of tollhouse goodness but it did the job. and while i tossed the chocolate chips in my mouth, i was twirling my hair in my fingers and thought to myself "Jamie, your hair is a hot mess these days. it might just be time for a trim" so, being the licensed cosmetologist that i am, i trimmed it. i trimmed my entire head of hair while watching my FNL and can i just tell you that my hair feels the way i would imagine a unicorn's hair to feel? amazing? soft? silky? i then sat and brushed it for 20 minutes, Marsha Brady style and it was all too pleasing of a night.

is anyone still reading this mess?!?

and as most people in the service industry, tomorrow is monday for most of you but tomorrow is when my weekend begins and i could do cartwheels over it. i have every intention of driving an hour north to hit up the goodwill outlet up in dayton. and have you ever been to a goodwill outlet? i'll write a better and more in depth post on it another day but it's a whole other world compared to your everyday thrift store and i'm pretty excited about. that's all i got for the moment. but everyones monday is delicious and here's a few other things i've had on my noggin lately::

is there any way to know if energizer or duracell battery is better than the other one?

what makes a word a swear word? who decided that?

there is something so magical about ordering take out.

people that microwave their salsa before eating it with chips freak. me. out.

you can tell a lot about a person based on their umbrella pattern.

could i train my cat to walk on a leash and my dog to pee in the litter box?

how and why do licenses expire? i don't get it.

diet dr pepper doesn't get nearly enough credibility. i mean, can ANYONE tell a difference?

try your best to never trust a bio.

happy week, kiddies!

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