Sometimes, I’m So Cheap

How long has it been since I wrote a blog post? I was having a classically nonsensical conversation via Facebook Messenger with my husband, and guesstimated that it had been a solid year since I put fingers to keys for fun. Turns out it hasn’t been quite that long, but it has been a long while either way. I wish I could say that I forgot I had a blog. That my life became so whirlwind busy, that I just forgot. My life is busy, who’s isn’t, but I didn’t forget. In fact, I still occasionally checked to see the number of readers my posts were getting.

I’m sitting here now, though.

I don’t write a whole lot about work, because I talk a lot about work, and that seems like overkill. However, it feels appropriate to say that I have made a step I am proud of in my career. I accepted a promotion at work, and starting in July, I will officially be the weekend anchor at my station. This means I will be working weekends for the first time in my career, but I’m ok with that because this is the right step for me. During the other three days of my work week, I will continue to be a consumer reporter. I get the best of both worlds, and that’s pretty cool.

I could go on and on about all the exciting and serious ways this makes me feel, I could go on and on about my thoughts on where journalism is going, and how I want to steer my little ship, but what I will go on about, at least right now, is how sometimes, I’m so cheap. I’m no financial guru, but doing as much consumer reporting as I do now, has made me see how I handle my finances in a different way. However, I still eat out too much, like way too much, and to make myself feel less guilty about it, I try to save in the most ridiculous ways. For instance, I have had the same make-up brush for the last five or six years. The same brush. I wash it semi-regularly, but it is outright falling apart. It’s not even an especially nice make-up brush. It’s the kind you get for free when you buy one of those Bare Essentials foundation and bronzer packs.

I used it for foundation, and highlighter, and bronzer, and blush. I went to a MAC make-up class with friends once, and the instructor totally said that was a smart thing to do, so you can stop gasping. Anyway, the thing has been on it’s last legs for a while, and I have started breaking out a little after using it, so I finally, finally, bought two new brushes.

At nearly 32, with my newly minted title, I decided I was going to buy more than one make-up brush, and they were going to be fancy. However, after heading to the beauty store, I was astonished to see how expensive make-up brushes can be. I opted for two different NYX make-up brushes, because the cost seemed less ridiculous to me.

It’s so strange to me that, considering what I do for a living, I don’t flinch at a one-hundred-dollar bill for dinner and drinks, but a fifteen-dollars beauty buy gives me the vapors. So, now I’m about to pull those little suckers out of their cases, and get my make-up on before tonight’s newscast. I expect to look thirty-dollars prettier for the next six years.

Mireya Desk

If You Hug Me, I’ll Punch Your Face

E-hugs included, apparently.

I don’t like to talk about the silliness that sometimes happens at the station, but I’m doing it today.

If you are easily offended, stop reading because I’m naming names, baby!

Like many stations mine has a no cursing or personal attacks policy on its facebook page, and sometimes you have to remind people. That is exactly what I did this week.

faces, please remember we have a code of conduct on our facebook page. no personal attacks or cursing. your comment will be deleted and you may be blocked from the group if this continues. hugs— mg

A hilarious number of people took issue with my “hugs”. And by took issue, I mean expressed an incongruous amount of rage.

Dang, people don’t like funny sometimes…or ever, apparently.

Maybe I’m just not funny.

No, no, what am I thinking? That is clearly impossible. I mean, look at you. You’re laughing. You’re showing this blog to your friends. I’m hilarious. Clearly.

Ok. I realize I never named names, but I needed to hook you.

So, consider yourself hooked or hoodwinked as the case may be.

Man, I thought the whole hooked/ hoodwinked thing would work better or rhyme or something. I’ve clearly been drinking, but I haven’t, but I have, but really I haven’t, Mom.