Posts Tagged: money

If I Could Not Fail…

Maybe it’s because my couch has a permanent imprint of my ass these days, but I’ve been thinking a lot about that saying, “What would you do if you knew you could not fail?” You know the one. It’s usually in block lettering or – in some versions – accompanied by some awe-inspiring picture of a mountain or a winding road or Jesus. But I… I’m tripped up on it. If I knew I couldn’t fail, I’d do anything. You might think, “You need money to do anything, Amanda!” and I’d agree with you, but also, if you couldn’t fail,… I’m not done yet.

Shopping, Part Deux

Spent the day with my mom and sister again, where we took a trip to Forever 21 (my sister’s request). As I mentioned yesterday, I don’t understand shopping, but let me take it a step further and say, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WHY IS THERE SUCH A THING THAT EXISTS LIKE FOREVER 21?! Forever 21 is as if everything in the world threw up, got reassembled and then hung on clothes racks. My sister came away with some tolerable things, and my mom and I goofed off a little. She found some green shorts with studs on the sides… I’m not done yet.

So. Much. Shopping.

My mom and sister came from Indernana for some bonding time. They picked me up from work and we headed over to Bed Bath and Beyond. About two seconds in, my sister and I left my mom to revel in the gloriousness of the store. We got some desperately-needed coffee, and then I watched her go from store to store looking for clothes. Two things to say here: 1) I don’t understand clothes shopping. 2) My sister, at 15, has more financial sense than I do. I offered to buy her whatever she wanted and she still wanted to buy… I’m not done yet.

I wanna be a billionaire so effing bad.

Spending the evening back on Netflix-crack, watching “Mad Men.” Don’t understand what the fuck is going on with this show, but I do know that that bratty asshole kid from Angel is in it, and he is uglier than he was seven years ago. I’m also waiting to collect my millions, as I caved and bought two lottery tickets. Now I just have to wait 30ish minutes, and all will be right with the world. But if I won, I don’t think I’d really tell many people, because it would mean that for the first time in my life I’d… I’m not done yet.

P-p-p-p-p-p-p-poker face.

Did I miss a “p” there? Not sure. The family was engrossed in a poker game when I started writing this, and then we started playing Scattergories. If you’re a writer, Scattergories puts you in your place. Think of a word that starts with T that you’d grab as you were running out the door ( my mom’s answer: Taxes). See? Hard, right? So my official Thanksgiving is over. It’s been so great to hang with my family, and the only thing that happened which was kind of a bummer was that I found out tonight I won’t be pacing… I’m not done yet.