The Liberty

This white 2002, V6 3.7 liter engine, 4WD, hand crank window, gas guzzling, perpetually spotted windshield, balled tire’d creaky Jeep is one of my bestest friends.

Hello, beautiful.

Hello, beautiful.

The passenger side back door does not power lock like the rest, and I have to remind my friends after every ride to lock it.  Sometimes they get annoyed that I badger them about it.  But when I don’t, they forget, so I do.

There’s a weird leak in (I think) the top right hand corner of the windshield caulking, and probably somewhere else as well. You don’t notice this leak when it rains, only after, when the carpets are wet, and you constantly shock passengers with your sudden outcry of, “DON’T PUT YOUR BAG ON THE FLOOR.  Sorry, but it’s wet.”  Also, that means no suede boots.  Ever.

Because of this leak, when it rains in the summer, you have to be vigilant about remembering to run outside immediately after the showers have passed and crack the windows open. If you don’t, well gosh, I hope you’re not allergic to mold, like my roommate was when she came with me on a $130 trip to the car wash.  She braved the journey like a champ, while the workers at the most expensive car wash I have ever encountered gave me looks of sheer horror when I opened my trunk to reveal the damage.  Lesson learned.

I’m pretty sure in its heyday this beauty got a whopping 16 miles to the gallon.  But ancient and decrepit as it is, it’s no longer so very efficient.  When your commute is exactly 60 miles in each direction, three times a week, UGH.  A full tank of gas can get you there and back and there again and ALMOST back again, but not quite.  That’s right, one tank, less than two days of travel to and from work.

Now, that’s not entirely my girl’s fault.  She’s getting on in years, and my travel needs are absolutely absurd.  But it is the reality of the situation.

I am saddened today by the notion that it is time to say goodbye to my car.  My first car, my most loved automobile, my 2002 Jeep Liberty.

My mother purchased a new car recently, and has graciously allowed me to take her old Honda Odyssey for no cost.  That’s right – I’m getting a minivan.

I’m not particularly excited about what a banged up silver minivan is going to do to my bad girl image. (That’s a joke, in case you missed it.) But it’s the financially sound thing to do right now.  It’s already better on gas than my Jiberty, and because it’s such a mom car I’ll automatically drive slower in it, it’s natural, saving even more in the way of fuel.  As in, no more 85mph down the LIE just cause I feel like it.  And I’ve only ever gotten one speeding ticket as a youth, but I’d really like to avoid getting another.  Time to start leaving the house on time…

Lookit. The grill gives it a little edge, but all the rounded edges give it the feminine vibe I love. DON'T LEAVE ME.

Lookit. The grill gives it a little edge, but all the rounded sides give it the feminine vibe I love. DON’T LEAVE ME.

So this week, the Liberty goes up for sale.  Anyone interested?  Kelley Blue Book values my baby at about $3300, but I can be more than reasonable about a price!  No takers?  Ah well.

Wall-E is pretty upset too.  Don’t worry, he’ll be making the move with me.

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“Life After Purchase”

#ThatAwkwardMomentWhen, you realize your school has a whole column, advertised on the front page of their Web site, with the same title as your blog.

 

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#ThatOtherAwkwardMomentWhen you are alerted to this fact by an alumni survey they sent you, that based on the title made you think something was up with your blog.

 

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Bro, I’ve had this blog since February.  Back off.

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Working Hard, or Hardly Working? Yea I Only Do The Latter.

It’s been a challenging couple of weeks here in post-Purchase land.

Look, she's in pink :)

Look, she’s in pink 🙂

Speaking of which, my good friend and everyone’s fave blogger Danielle, and I have coined a new term, “Post-Purchase Purchasing.” In which you only feel like it’s okay to act like a Purchase student after your graduated.

 DV is wearing boots with socks and boldly pulling off some adorable skirts. I bought my first plaid shirt and consume Starbucks Americanos every day of the week.  Ladies and gentlemen, we are finally ready for college.

In case you were dying to know, these are the throw pillows she sent me.

SASS.

SASS.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but I work from home two or three days a week, and commute up to Westchester the rest of the week for my job at a brand marketing company.  The commute is the worst thing ever, as it’s almost a two hour drive in the middle of the day.  During rush hour traffic?  Forget it.  The probability of getting stuck in traffic due to an accident is so great just because I travel so far, I almost always see at least one or two on the way into work.  And the drive home is even worse, though less stressful because I’m not going to be late to anything (usually.)  And tolls.  And gas.  And tolls.

Even though that all stinks, and I spend $$$ on lunch every day there, just to get out of my office atmosphere, I think working from home might be worse.

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Purchase Women’s Tennis – Champions In My Eyes

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I’d like to take a minute to write about these girls.  They are the current Purchase Women’s Tennis Team, and ultimately the Runners-Up in the Skyline Conference Tournament, clinching 2nd Place in the final conference standings.

Holy crap am I proud of them.

I was on that team for four years, and we made it into the conference tournament every year, sometimes by the skin of our teeth.  It was always a celebrated accomplishment to be in the top four teams in our conference, but I admit it was also a disappointment to never have made it past the semi-finals. So many times it felt so very close, but no dice. Continue reading

Budgeting Autumn

This is my seriously phone background right now.

This is my seriously phone background right now.

IT’S GETTING SO COLD, I LOVE IT.  #ShitWhiteGirlsSay

I am so guilty of being in love with everything autumn – minus pumpkin mania.  Oh my God, now I’m a hipster too.  Ah well!

I want to buy all the coziest sweaters and the cutest boots, but I’m resisting.  I don’t do that very often, so I’m pretty proud of myself, even if it doesn’t sound like much.  As November peeks its head around the corner, right beyond it are student loans.  That’s going to be pretty tough.  I unfortunately have way more private loans than federal loans, making my interest payments high and the cost of late payments even higher.  I was trying to save up for them all summer.

Trying and failing.

But in the past two months or so, there’s been a bit more leftover at the end of each paycheck.  I’m hoping to get a weekend job for the holiday season, just to supplement that for a while!

To keep up the trend, I’m in the business of finding even more ways to save some dough.  It’s getting so cold that I think outdoor activities are behind us for the season.  So what else can you do for cheap, bordering on free?

Alicia let me crash at her place  in Queens for a few hours the other night. It was great to see her!

Alicia let me crash at her place in Queens for a few hours the other night. It was great to see her!

 

I want to find fun festivals and events to attend!  I unfortunately forgot today was the 23rd annual Long Island Maritime Museum Boat Burning in West Sayville.  THAT would have been fun, but my friends and I are all pretty busy.  With mid-terms and jobs and sports and families, weekends are all we’ve got and sometimes even those are all booked up.

Does anyone have any suggestions?  As it gets colder, what do you do for fun when you’re working on a low budget?

 

 

Staying Positive

The loves of my life.

The loves of my life.

I literally cannot believe it’s been two weeks since my last post.  It’s been two challenging weeks, so I’ve tried to spend every spare moment with my friends.  Being with the people I love is the best pick-me-up I have ever found.  They keep me going on days when that’s hard to do, reminding me of all the reasons I have to be upbeat and positive.

Positivity can be a challenge some days.  No matter how positive I think, sometimes putting it into practice is difficult.  But do you know what I did when late one night, I couldn’t find a positive thought in my head?  I turned my music up loud, and had a talk with myself.  I told myself not just positive, but motivating things, saying all my goals out loud and reminding myself why these were important to me.  I considered the consequences of failing.  And the chat with the mirror didn’t actually make me feel much better, but it spurred me into doing something that DID make me feel better, which was get on the treadmill and call my best friend for a nice long chat.

I’m not usually so great at picking myself up out of those ruts, but that pep talk was a great idea.  Maybe if I write my goals down and put them somewhere on the wall of my room, it will help me start that personal pep talk the next time I need it.

It’s a thought.

Recently some not so positive circumstances have hurdled themselves at my already hectic schedule, and I’ve had to temporarily re-prioritize a few things.  This pushed my personal goals to the back burner, which is why two weeks have passed since I’ve found the time to write anything.  But as things settle, I can begin to refocus.

I think I’ll use this moment to remind myself of the positive things I’ve got going on.  This will help jumpstart me back into a cycle of progress.

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Weaning is a Funny Word – Steps Toward Goals

I spoke to a friend of mine the other day about my new view on setting goals.  I can multi-task when it comes to listening to a podcast and cleaning my room and giving friendly life advice via Facebook IM.  But I am incapable of working toward more than one goal at any given time.  Thank you college for teaching me that about myself. 

How do you choose, then?  Well, the ultimate goal for me, I’ve decided, is to find happiness.  So smaller goals have to be things that lead me there.  And if I can only do one at a time, I first have to be happy with myself so that myself can go find new things to make it happy.

Without further adieu…

Weighed in today at…! NoNumberForYou, YouJustGetToKnowThatItIs 2.8 pounds less ThanTheLastTimeIWeighedInWoooooo!

The end result of one of my longer 5 a.m. workouts.  Felt good!  But I'm still a very slow runner.

The end result of one of my longer 5 a.m. workouts. Felt good! But I’m still a very slow runner.

Less than the results I wanted, but results none the less, so satisfaction is mine.  I will, however, make an effort to do better for next week.

To achieve goals, you must have a plan.  A timeframe, steps, and a way to measure achievement.  This particular goal has numbers built in, so that one is pretty set.

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This post is not about being sad. It is about being happy, despite the first 246 words.

OH, readers.  And my mom.  I wish every time I sat down to write something for My Life After Purchase, I was happy, overjoyed with the promise of the literary greatness I am bound to achieve, words flowing from the poor keyboard I type on far too viciously.  Don’t we all wish that?

But alas, it is not so.

And that’s okay.  I’m alright with not being happy all the time.  I actually struggled with that for a weird portion of my life.  I had this complex where I didn’t think I had the right to be upset, disappointed or sad, because there were people who wish they had my life and would give anything for it, so who was I to demand more than I already had?  Heck there were people in my home town who I had it better than.  Though that mentality forced me to be positive a lot, when I needed to be sad, when my my body said fuck. this. and completely let go, it was not pretty.  With a little help, I came to the conclusion that I matter as do my emotions.  They don’t always make sense, but they are mine.  I can be the best me I can possibly be, and there will sometimes be sad.

And that’s okay.

I just needed to get that out of the way.  I really needed to write it.  Felt good to type out, and feels even better to share it.  Thanks.

It leads me to what was supposed to be the point of this post, that I’m trying to be the best me.  Finally.  After a long time of hoping and wishing for it to happen on its own, I’m making physical steps to improve myself.  I did want to wait until I had some more results to post about it, but it’s such a large part of who I am right now and I’d like it to continue, so I feel the need to talk about it.

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Survived The Week! Here’s Proof

Last week was a lot of work and little play.  But I managed to get some fun things in there.  I hope this coming week holds some good things as well!

$3.54?  It's like getting gas in Jersey!

$3.54? It’s like getting gas in Jersey!

Business Dog is ready for the day.  Yes, he'll have those reports on your desk by noon.

Business Dog is ready for the day. Yes, he’ll have those reports on your desk by noon.

Dinner with my cousin, we accidentally stumbled across and open mic night!

Dinner with my cousin, we accidentally stumbled across an open mic night!

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One does not simply walk into Heckshere…

It has taken me a LONG time to sit down and write this post, but what a hectic week.  At least I had the last weekend to think about, which was AWESOME.

Some classy babes.

Some classy babes.

Friday night, some lovely ladies and I trekked out to Queens to The Secret Theater in Long Island City to see a show some of my alumni friends produced.  The put up “Tartuffe,” a play by Moliere written in the 1600s, which they adapted and set in the 1960s, and switched up some gender rolls.  Christ on a cracker, it was hilarious.  I don’t have any photos from the evening, but it was so funny, and that night the house was packed – totally sold out.

My friends were the director, assistant director and the producer.  Slash lighting managers. The three of them are stunning talents that I expect to see great things from, especially now after this spectacular performance.

Oh, and would you look at who else showed up on that playbill…

DIS GUY.

DIS GUY.

Saturday I had an awesomeeee workout, felt good, and then Sunday, oh Sunday.

On the road!

On the road!

Sunday I FINALLY decided I was going on that hike I mentioned earlier, with our without company. Though I didn’t know how I was going to do it without someone else with a car.  So luckily, my lovely assistant Chelsea came along on another crazy adventure.

She is gonna be ticked when she reads I called her my assistant.

We parked my car at Heckshere State Park, and drove back north to Connetquot High School to being our journey.  It took at least an hour to find the actual Greenbelt trail, but we just kept heading southwest until we were given a tip by some friendly passersby on a horse trail. Continue reading