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

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Sorry, I was busy eating

I ate a breakfast taco the other day, but instead of a tortilla there was a waffle. I know right, I’m a freaking animal, but I mean, look:

Waffle Taco

I remember pretty harshly judging anyone that would eat that gross waffle taco from Taco Bell, and I stand by that– mostly because I think my food doesn’t look gross, and also, I am a horrible horrible hypocrite. The OKC food scene has been neat. I’m really digging this waffley heaven called Waffle Champion. The name is really great because it makes me feel like such a winner even though I’m eating a giant waffle taco, followed by a sweet dessert waffle, and a bottle of wine. It was brunch, after all. The restaurant sells boxed water, like water in a box, and it’s expensive. That makes me feel like I’m a budding environmentalist, without actually having to buy it. Hey, I’m not made of money. My budget is stretched pretty thin after my $140/month Crossfit membership, so I can look hot, and my waffle obsession, so I can ruin everything.

I know this probably sounds ridiculous right about now, but I haven’t spent the last couple of months just eating. I’ve done other cool things, I’m pretty sure. High fives all around, pretty faces