Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Oh, the weather outside is frightful...

While I was home for Thanksgiving (yay! home!), I actually watched the news. Unfortunately, the weatherman kept predicting rain for 72 hours or something equally ridiculous. Since we have apparently turned into a wimpy species and freak the heck out about seasonal weather (i.e., snow in winter), I chalked up '72 hours of rain' as an exaggerated weather forecast.

Here we are, on Tuesday in Indiana, and I don't think it's really stopped raining since Saturday in Ohio. What.

Now they're predicting 1-3" of snow for WL overnight. Of course we're under a winter weather advisory because, ya know, snow just does not happen. It's actually God's dandruff. Or excess sno cone shavings. Either way, I don't know if I should throw together a makeshift boat or run to the store and stock up on bread and milk for the impending snowy doom. Maybe I'll just hang out with Manwich and make this soup instead:

Ham and Bean Soup

1 lb. dry navy beans
1 lb. meaty ham bones or pieces
Salt to taste
1/2 tsp. pepper
1 medium onion, chopped

Soak beans in a large pan at least overnight (I usually go closer to 24 hours). Drain, and put in crockpot. Add everything else. Fill crockpot to within 1" of rim with water. (Don't overfill or you'll have a huge mess later. I promise.)

Cover and cook on low for 10-12 hours (or high for 5-6). Remove bones before serving.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The trick is growing up without growing old

Thanks for the words of wisdom Casey Stengel :)

Every once in a while, I do something that I never would have done in undergrad. Then I sit back (usually within minutes of doing said task) and think, hot damn, I'm an adult! And the I proceed to fidget about in my head (because out loud would get me some weird looks) and freak out a tiny little bit because, hey, I'm only 20-something. And I don't really think of myself as an adult yet. Most of the time. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe?

Why do I mention this? Because I did something terribly adult last week: I started an IRA. Like, saving for retirement sort of stuff. I am 24. I probably won't retire until I'm 70. What.

In case you live under a well-insulated and very isolated rock, the economy kinda sucks (everywhere) right now. AND I'm still in (grad) school. That means I don't have a 'real' job and when I do graduate, I'll probably be 'overqualifed' for tons of stuff anyway. So in the very likely event that Social Security lasts even slightly longer than Stephanie Pratt's hemline, I should be a good Girl Scout and plan ahead.

Unfortunately, since the Magic Money Fairy doesn't love me, I have to put my own money into said account. This means I have to (wait for it)....budget. Not just, oh, I have $X a month to spend on stuff, but oh, I need to spend way less than $X a month. Enter the wonderful world of Adulting. Between this and the link I found (via Adulting, of course) to And Then She Saved..., I'm feeling almost legitimately adult-esque. To counteract this rash of adult, I'll post a picture about pee:

I should mention that water is included in my rent.

I should also mention that I shave my legs more often than the poor person in this picture.