Cathy was just your regular gambling gal. She lost her job and went on a four day gambling streak…and WON! She’s officially my new hero. What have I been THINKING? Sitting here, applying for jobs??? CLEARLY I should have hopped the free bus down to Atlantic City with all the vagrants and cashed in on the free time the gambling gods have given me and taken some of that FREE MONEY!!! I could have been Cathy! Collecting prize after prize! $50,000 is a lot of money! Unfortunately, in this day and age…with the market bouncing up and down…it can be easy come easy go…but if you’re a gambler, like Miss Cathy, that money could make a fortune in a few days in the market! The right stock tip and she’s set for…well at least a year or so if she stays away from the slots. Also, she’s been living with her kids so hopefully this will help her move out, get back on her feet, and start gambling again!
Cathy’s situation and two commercials this week have brought something to my attention. Apparently more parents are moving in with their kids for purely financial reasons-because of foreclosure or layoffs or what have you. I guess I never really considered that as a possibility with my parents…until someone made off with their retirement nest egg all Madoff style…but now I’m wondering how many people are actually dealing with this. I’m also imagining my parents showing up with their bags and bunking on the fold out sofa…that would be the awesome icing on the kick-ass cake…
I know…seems like an odd thing to want…but between reading 2012 The Return of Quetzalcoatl and watching two specials on Nostradamus, I’m pretty convinced that the serious shit is going to go down in 2012. When that happens, be it zombies, famine, WWIII or alien space invaders, I’m going to need water (I’m fairly certain I’ve stored up enough fat to survive for five years without food). Enter this awesome contraption! The only problem is that it has to be outside…so now I need to figure out how to get the purified water from this guy down into my underground 21 Monkeys style cave dwelling in the sewer.
This is yet another reason it pays to stay unemployed…you don’t waste so much time thinking about the end of days and keep your sanity intact. But seriously…rainwater catcher…even if you get one and the shit doesn’t go down, still not a bad contraption!
Inhabitat » CISTA: Modern Rainwater Harvesting Made Beautiful.
I figure if this 12 year old can build it, I shoul be able to, right? Anyone have a front yard for me to crash out in? This actually looks pretty cool. If I really run out of things to do, jobs to apply for, and find myself watching a six hour lifetime moving starting Antonio Sabato Jr., maybe I’ll do this instead…It’s actually pretty cool.
As much as an ‘office’ is the last thing you want to think about when you get home from work, it has become the most important room of the house/area of the apt for people trying to freelance, applying for jobs or even just doing taxes. Here’s some inspiration from Apartment Therapy. My home office is just so glamorous that I can’t share it…it would just upset everyone…and would enrage the green eyed monster in all. Truth be told, my ‘home office’ (it’s just a desk…dare to dream-we might get a file cabinet!) makes me feel like I’m in pre-school again. We have one of those elfa systems (I feel like I’m in that opening bit of “fight club” where the camera pans and the entire apartment is Ikea furniture with the little names and blurbs) but it was set up by and for my boyfriend…who’s 6ft 7inches. Needless to say, I’m not near 6ft 7inches…no offense to any ladies out there who are…you’re big and beautiful and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise…so the desk dosn’t really fit me but I’m making it work and looking for some inspiration myself. I like my work spaces to be challenging! It reminds me of my childhood home…my dad was a carpenter so there were rusty nails and power saws everywhere…the fact that I survived with all of my limbs is a miracle. HAPPY WEEKEND Y’ALL!