October 10, 2007
none of the news that's fit to print.
Hey hi, I don't know if you heard (ha!), but I went back to school. This semester, while truly educational, is a giant pain in my derriere. So large a pain, in fact, that I am revising my entire Back To School plan. It includes me giving the finger to some "good idea" prerequisites to ensure acceptance into the program. Instead, I'm thinking I'll just roll the dice and hope to start the Masters program next fall (you know, if I'm accepted). And next spring? I think I'm just going to take one class that won't actually help in any way, but will remind me that school is also FUN and INTERESTING (and keep me in practice).
Busy-work classes, I hatechoo.
That's the news. See you after finals.
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Tags: school
July 12, 2007
"i think he made me retarded"
Sometimes the internet brings you a little something that makes you think you will remain single forever. Today, that thing is Crap Email From A Dude. Thanks Sarah!
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Tags: barf, dating
June 20, 2007
shivering in june
This thought occurs to me pretty much hourly as soon as the outside temperatures rise above 80 degrees: AIR CONDITIONING DOES NOT NEED TO BE SET AT 68 DEGREES IN AN OFFICE ENVIRONMENT. Let me explain. In an office environment, the people primarily remain stationary. They sit at desks, they take short walks to asscoffee machines, water coolers, lavatories, and neighboring offices. They do not expend a great deal of energy doing any of these activities. However, since the temperatures outside are over 80 degrees and it is seasonally appropriate to wear short sleeved shirts, sandals, and perhaps skirts these office workers [read: me] will FREEZE when remaining stationary at 68 degrees. Especially if there is an a/c vent positioned directly over their heads.
Anyway, I'm cold. Lots of knitting to share, but since it is primarily gifts y'all will have to wait till after the shower this weekend. Also, went camping and did other stuff. How does summer get so full so fast! Especially since summer doesn't officially start until tomorrow. Harumpf.
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Tags: brr, rants, wine wine wine
June 5, 2007
more brilliance
The scene: 7:27 a.m., my house.
Amy is scurrying around her living room, opening blinds, grabbing work-appropriate footwear (not walking shoes), umbrella, cell phone, and lip balm. She looks at the clock and notes that the bus should arrive in approximately one minute. She opens the front door to check if she needs a jacket. The air is refreshing and crisp, but not too cool. She grabs the handles of her purse, twists the lock on the inside of the door handle, and dashes out pulling the door shut behind her. As soon as the latch clicks in place she remembers that she never grabbed the housekeys off the counter. She looks up to see the Hyde Park bus barelling towards her so she runs to the curb waving her arm above her head. The bus stops, she boards, and heads off to work.
The ending of this story? When I arrive home in what will probably be a downpour, I get to figure out how to break into my apartment. Wish me luck!
Update, 5:23 p.m.
Operation break into Amy's house was a smashing success, even while on the phone with Ladyface the whole time!
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Tags: a.m. rituals, brilliance!, locked out
June 4, 2007
the dorkiest thing i've done recently
I'm sure that the entire planet (or at least the eency tiny bit of the planet that knows I exist) is aware that I desparately want to be a dog parent, but my current living situation precludes bringing a puppy home. A little over a year ago the awesome Abigail very nearly came to live with me, but not before my old landlord sold the house I lived in out from under me--evicting me with very little notice. After a whole lot of drama (and conversations with helpful lawyers) the situation was resolved, but I didn't have much time to find a new place to live. My current apartment is great--super location and really good landlord (miss communication aside). The only drawbacks are very little natural light and NO DOGS allowed. So. No puppy for me.
Recently it looked like I was about to move again, into a house with a huge yard with landlords willing to let me bring a pooch home and even dog-sit for me on occassion (the house is next door to my parents). But alas, alak, it is again looking like this won't happen soon, and maybe never. After getting my hopes up again, trolling the classifieds and humane society websites, and devouring information on puppy training from a variety of sources, I have to shut it off. Again.
So last Friday, to try to assuage that empty place where a puppy should be, I bought myself a very sweet and cuddly puppy shaped stuffed animal. This probably isn't healthy, but my puppy sure is cute! Plus, stuffed animals never need to be let out before I am ready to roll out of bed in the morning.
Now, a poll. Should he be named "Hamilton", "Taffy", or just "PUPPY!"? (Or "Boone" like the tag in his ear said when I brought him home?)
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May 31, 2007
yargh.
The limp is back. Are you as sick as I am of my stupid broken knee? Recently it has been behaving much better. The limp is barely noticeable even to physical therapists, I can walk in heels some days, and I can sort of do a very gimpy little run on a treadmill. Better! Until yesterday when I went to yoga.
Yoga! The drop-in beginner's class I've been attending should in no way strain my knee to the point where I am limping again. But yet! After yesterday's "variations on the warrior pose" class, my knee is swollen, I am limping like a rock star (I don't know what that means either, I'm venting here!), and I just want to say "ouch". I have decided to blame the instructor's scary short-shorts instead of any personal shortcomings. Blast you, knee!
Other issues today: I bit the inside of my lip and now have a little skin-tag thingy that I can't stop chewing on. This is going to be bad. Also, I bought this shitty dress at Old Navy a couple months ago. It is fairly uncomfortable and never hangs quite right. Most importantly, I don't think I have quite the right shoes. But every time I wear it I get tons of compliments, so I bet we'll all be seeing me constantly adjusting the Old Navy dress clear through the season. And lastly, in knitting news, I am 100% all over double-knits. Two-thirds of the way finished with the baby blanket, and for serious, when I get through this thing there will be no more double-knitting. If I accidentally mentioned that I might be available for contracting on another reversible skull bag to anyone (SK), you can just forget it.
Phew. After all that venting, I feel better. Thanks, internet.
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Tags: amy go boom, crankypants, double-knitting, limp, rants, wine wine wine
May 18, 2007
end of week wrap-up
My meeting with my bosslady the other day was great. As far as she is concerned, the organization I work for will fully support my Back To School plans. I know that I have given a lot to this job and been responsible for some pretty cool things happening here. It is nice that the Powers That Be recognize the awesomeness of me. Hee.
Of course, going back to school is a huge time commitment that will drag on for years and years and years (mostly because I am planning on only taking 6-7 credits a semester and no summer courses). Summer 2007 is my last bit of utter freedom. I work hard at work, but it doesn't come home with me, and outside of the job I have very few responsibilities. However, some big, time-consuming stuff may happen this summer. If all goes well, I may be moving into a new house, someplace that could be very long term, someplace that I may buy (not immediately). The story is this: the 'rents are trying to purchase an investment property, and I will be their first (and maybe only) tenant. As is often the case with real estate deals, there are a huge number of complexities, the top of which is we're not sure if the current owners are really going to sell the house to us (them)--even though they moved out yesterday. This leads me to think if it happens, it will happen FAST. These sort of circumstances aren't covered by Amy's Moving Handbook--a document honed over the course of MANY MANY moves*. Though perhaps going from "I love my apartment" to "I live someplace totally different" (across town) in less than 30 days is the challenge all my other moves were leading towards. [Weird grammar there--that sentence should include something about "preparation" and "triumph", but I somehow can't string the words together. Obviously, someone** needs to go back to school and remember how to use her brain.] Anyhoot, moving and settling in someplace new is stressfull and time consuming, and while I REALLY want the move to happen, I also just want to bang on the drum all day. So yeah. Hopefully we'll know soon if it is going to happen. The best part of the whole thing? If I do get to move in, my dream of becoming a puppy parent happens SOON. Tremendous excitement, trying not to let myself get too excited, and a lot of fruitless speculation is going on in my brain.
Since I am not magic and have no crystal ball, I will try to instead focus my mental energies on looking forward to hanging with my favorite nurse--Turbo is home from SF for the weekend--and riding around on my lovely Peppermint Patty in the lovely spring weather. She (Patty, not Turbo) recently underwent some minor surgery to correct an ambulatory problem (exploded innertube from a curb-hopping incident) and inflamed joints (fenders squishing the tires were bent out of the way). See how I kept with the medical theme there? Nurses! Bicycle surgery! Funny!
Oh, and just because it wouldn't be me posting if I didn't mention a little bit of knitting--I've started the blankie I'm making for the soon-to-be newest addition to Mammacita's household. Based on the Hoover blanket from Knitty, the border is bright blue, and the center will be double-knit reversible red and yellow with randomly placed circles. I drew the color charts yesterday! Though I bet Mammacita would rather I finished her maternity tops before the knitting. Hrm. Maybe this weekend I will finally just get 'er done. Keep your fingers crossed!
* note to self: For serious, write down Amy's Moving Handbook. It is awesome and might be helpful to the internet.
** me
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Tags: bschool, jobby job, new house, peppermint patty
April 4, 2007
prodigy?
The other night my darling Mammacita was teaching me to crochet--I need to know how to attach those ruffles to Marilyn's Not So Shrunken Cardigan! During my lesson we had the following conversation, which I feel must be shared:
Amy: Oh my goodness! This is so easy! And fast! I think I am a crochet prodigy!
Alisha: I told you! It is the easiest thing ever.
Amy: Whee! Okay, and then I turn and stick the thingy in and loopy loop ... hrm. I think paying attention to tension might be important with this here crocheting business.
Alisha [patient instructor, probably rolling eyes]: Yes, keep it loose or there will be a lot of swearing later.
Amy: Hrm. Well, for awhile I think I was making a rectangle, but this is really more of a trapezoid. And I think maybe I missed a loop or two. This is not perfect. I better try again.
[repeat crochet trapezoid debacle n times]
Amy: Okay, maybe I'm not a crochet prodigy. But I am totally a knitting prodigy!
Alisha: Yeah, because you've only been practicing that for what, 10 years?
Amy: Well, still, PRODIGY.
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Tags: crochet, knitting, mammacita
March 1, 2007
why i hate my neighbor though really i have no legitimate beef, or, insomnia
So here's the thing about Drunk Girl. When she gets home at an unreasonable hour (2-5 times a week), she doesn't go out of her way to piss me off. Her floor is really squeeky (though as the third upstairs neighbor, I can verify she is the loudest walker by far), and when she turns on the music it really isn't that loud (though I can guarantee there's a little subwoofer sitting on top of my head). But the noise she is making, while irritating, isn't really something I can get all "yo, bitch, stop your messin'" because I think she should have a reasonable expectation that it is okay to Walk In Her House, whatever the hour. Her new little boytoy is totally clueless--but Drunk Girl, even when inebriated, seems to be making at least a partial effort.
That said, I am really at a loss about what to do. They came in last night/this morning at 2:58 am. I don't know about you, but that is really an hour that doesn't exist in my world. It is for sleeping. But there I was, flat on my back (the only way to sleep when your nose Isn't Running) snoozing away when the clomping began. The clomping went on for about 45 minutes, and then they went to bed. I was still laying there praying to go back to sleep well into the 4:00 hour. Once I am awake, it is next to impossible for me to get back to sleep ... ahh how I love the dread insomnia. I finally did get my peepers to stay closed, but I almost wish I'd just stayed up and done some yoga or something. When the alarm went of shortly after 6:00 am, I really really wanted to tear it out of the wall and throw it at Drunk Girl.
Instead, I listened to some music (no Wu-Tang, and not very loud) while getting ready this morning. Just enough to be irritating if one is trying to sleep right above the SoundSticks. And there is maybe a strong chance that in my rush to make the bus, I forgot to hit the stop button on iTunes. For someone who is as irritated by passive-aggressiveness as me, I am feeling awfully hopeful that she had a lot of the day to sleep today. Which will now be filled with my shuffle. Does anyone have some helpful advice on how to deal with a not-an-awful-but-really-bleeping-irritating neighbor, especially when one is insomnia prone? I really don't want to be the biddy pounding on the door telling the kids to shut the hell up. Is there something I can say to her that won't read as "my downstairs neighbor is psycho"?
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Tags: comment whoring, Drunk Girl, insomnia
February 21, 2007
craftless
Maybe it is because I am afraid to run out of yarn. Maybe it is because the doubleknit straps of the bag I am knitting are making me crazy (all that turning and wrapping and turning again--there's too much to keep track of to get the needles truly flying). Maybe it is because I am too lazy to set up the ball winder and swift to wind up some hanks for a different project. Maybe it is because my right shoulder is a little sore. I'm not sure what's up, but for the last few days, the needles haven't been calling my name. Maybe tomorrow the passion will return.
In the meantime, I have completely sorted and started the terrific and terrifying Home Filing Project of 2007. I may claim to be organized, but my filing system is at least a year and a half out of date. In the depths of the "waiting to be filed" pile I found my tax returns from 2003 (2004 and 2005 were in the folder where they belonged). I'm getting my papers in order, and wishing for another set of cabinet rails, and realizing that my financial situation (while imperfect) is not bleak. And it's not just the paper! Quicken is humming and my budget is closer to being on track than it has in ages.
I'm feeling in control of myself, and honestly? There's nothing better. And tomorrow, maybe, I'll start the Monkey Socks.
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Tags: ka-ching, organization
February 14, 2007
smelly, smelly, bo belly
Last night I made a trek to Target with my friend Devlyn, who was having some low-blood sugar issues and much too excited about an impending sushi date with her husband. One of the items on my list was a thick, smoothing conditioner (I ran out yesterday morning). Because we were in a hurry, I made my selection without first opening the bottle and taking a whiff.
Big mistake. My head this morning smells like gross fake sour apple potpourri from the dollar store.
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January 24, 2007
i am NOT a cat person.
This week I've been having some telephone issues. Because I am me, just me, my primary phone is cellular (though since it doesn't work inside my house, I also have a Skype setup for use when I don't feel like standing in the front yard to make a call). On Monday I discovered that the cell would no longer connect to the network. There would be signal bars galore, but whenever I pressed the Send button a scary yellow exclamation point would tell me that Service was Unavailable. So yesterday after work I traipsed down to ye olde trusty Cingular store. The guy there was very helpful--apparently the phone ate my SIM card for lunch, and he hooked me up with a new one. Thanks! Unfortunately, while he was dinking with my phone, he noticed the pink French Kitty wallpaper and in an attempt to make conversation asked, "So, are you a cat person?".
Obviously, this freaked me out. While I know and love many normal and lovely people who enjoy an affinity for cats, the phrase "Cat Person" in my brain alludes to some disconcerting stereotypes with headlines like "Lonely Spinster Dies Alone, Surrounded Only by 100 Feral Cats". Directly on returning home from the phone store, I hopped online to find myself some new and improved wallpaper. I first grabbed this adorable Betty Boop image with her holding a dangling phone cord, but it didn't load right on my screen (Betty's face is cut in half). Next I attempted an adorable picture of a cuddly Golden Retriever puppy. Apparently taking my phone from Cat to Dog was more than it could handle. The dang thing is forever frozen trying to load that image of doggy goodness. Back to the Cingular store I go!
Do you think they'll feel so sorry for me, they'll drop an iPhone on my lap months before they're available? Shuddup, a girl can dream.
Update: Puppies killed my phone. There's a replacement in the mail. In the meantime I have a crappy loaner. I hope the replacement is nifty.
Updated again: Apparently they overnighted the new phone to me and I will have it in less than 24 hours. That, my friends, is some awesome service. Go Cingular!
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Tags: cats, Cingular, harumpf, phone, puppy
January 23, 2007
i am not a patient person
I recently A few weeks ago I placed an order with KnitPicks, a company I like a whole lot. The first time I ordered from them, my package arrived lightening fast--just a few days. Swoon. My second order was a little slower. I was gnawing my fingernails because I NEEDED those skeins of Memories and size 1 circs, but it was December and so I expected the mail to be a little backed up.
Okay FedEx SmartPost or USPS or whomever is responsible for detaining my package for a week in limbo betwen Denver and Salt Lake! There's a pair of size 2 circs in that box that are holding up multiple projects, plus of course some glorious fibery goodness. This is unacceptable:
Date Time Description Location
January 22, 2007 9:49 AM Sortation Center Arrival SALT LAKE CITY, UT
January 16, 2007 5:56 AM Sortation Center Departure DENVER, CO
January 15, 2007 8:24 AM Sortation Center Arrival DENVER, CO
January 13, 2007 11:53 AM Sortation Center Departure GROVE CITY, OH
January 12, 2007 9:06 PM Sortation Center Arrival GROVE CITY, OH
January 12, 2007 5:00 PM Pickup GROVE CITY, OH
And if that box isn't on my doorstep when I get home, heads are going to roll. (Okay, maybe just my head lagging in grief, but still!) UNACCEPTABLE. I wish they'd sent my package by the Pony Express! Covered wagons could cover Denver to Salt Lake in less than a week. Cripes on a stick.
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Tags: knitpicks, online shopping, shipping, wine wine wine, yarn
December 25, 2006
NO MORE LAUNDRYMAT!
My parents are the most awesomest gift givers of all time (even though I won't be opening another present from them for a VERY long time). This morning after following a treasure map, complete with embedded watermarked clues, I ended up in Pop's shop where I found ... a mini washing machine! I really really really hate going to the laundrymat, and now I never have to again (though I hope I learn to love line-dried cotton unnerwears). The first load (rags and cleaning cloths) is running while I type.
The best part about this Christmas? It was the gifts I gave OTHER people that made me the happiest. Yeah, laundry is the gift that keeps on giving, but making my family smile makes me feel better about just about anything. I hope all you out there on the internets had as Merry a Christmas as us!
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Tags: 'rents, awesome, christmas, laundry
December 21, 2006
neighborly
I moved into my current apartment in June. Since then I have had two sets of upstairs neighbors. There was the newlywed Mormon couple who noisily enjoyed each other all summer (I was not sad to see them go), and then the nice park rangers who are inadvertant loud-walkers but otherwise generally unoffensive.
This general inoffensiveness has had one primary drawback. They get up each morning about 1 1/2 hours before me and inadvertantly walk very loudly right on top of my head while I am sleeping. I think jumping jacks may play into their morning dressing routine. This has been on the verge of driving me crazy for a couple of months now, but isn't really enough to cause a stink with the neighbors. Then a couple weeks ago I spotted a For Rent sign in the front yard, and the Loud Walking Rangers have been walking their stuff out the door in batches ever since. I'm already feeling a little nostalgic about their departure, especially since they've been gone I've been having a much harder time separating myself from the sheets. I think that 4:30 a.m. wall-shaking wake-up stomp that I mostly slept through even though it made me nuts was actually perking up my 6 a.m. roll-out-of-bed-have-time-to-make-coffee morning routine. The Loud Walking Rangers will be missed, especially if someone akin to the newlywed Mormons moves in next. One group I saw viewing the place included a toddler. Wish me peace and quiet for the New Year!
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August 14, 2006
fingernail update
Since I apparently shared enough drivel with the internetosphere today, I feel obligated to give an update on my really long fingernail. It broke, finally. Though it did not break in a horrific, backwards bending, pain inducing manner. Hooray! Rather, as I was screwing the top on my water bottle after refill and chat with Fern, I somehow bumped the nail on some plastic and the long tip simply cracked--at exactly the right length to still be a long nail, but not impede typing. It isn't even very jagged. This, I'm guessing, is the best thing that's going to happen all day.
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July 21, 2006
people ask, "why do you still live here?"
So you all know by now that my hometown has been named Money Magazine's 8th Best Place to Live for 2006, right? I know as a homegrown Boisean, it is uncool to be all rah-rah about my little city in the desert. So I'll let the NYT do it for me.
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June 18, 2006
that last g&t last night was maybe a bad idea
This morning I very nearly set my house on fire while making a grilled cheese sandwich. The sandwich turned out yummy, but I can't get the smell of overheated cast iron to dissipate. Maybe I should just go back to bed.
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June 16, 2006
View from my home office, or,
View from my home office, or, why I'm so excited I bought myself a (used, crappy, cheap) laptop today.
I have big plans to be doing a great deal more personal computing (you know, computing done away from that place that pays me to come in and use their computer all day long). Even though I am totally excited to have my very own office at home (also known as The Sewing Room and the place I will stash guests if I ever have any), it will be nice to go wherever and do work. Backyard, coffeeshop, or maybe even the kitchen table! The possibilities are endless.
Plus, gadgets are fun! I've wanted a laptop forever, and finally the going price on eBay has dropped far enough for me to not have a heart attack when coughing up the dough. Geekery level rising!
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Tags: geekery, new house
May 18, 2006
curse you, laundrymat, curse you!
Recently I moved into a new home. Overall I am pretty pleased with my apartment selection. It is much different than most of the places I have lived--new construction (and by this I mean built since 1960), designed to be an apartment (rather than a cute old house oddly divided into multiple apartments), devoid of character but rich in space and storage. I even have off-street parking! The one thing this place is missing is a laundry room. And a certain je ne sais quoi. I may have rented some crazy, poorly designed and horrifically inefficient places in the past but for at least a decade I have had an in-house washer and dryer. And personality. No longer. My baskets of soiled garments and I are back to schlepping to the laundrymat, and I just want to call foul. Laundrymats, I tell you, are a very bad idea. While I would rather have a laundrymat than scrub my unnerwears on a rock down by the river, the laundrymat only wins out by a sliver.
Let's talk a little, my friends, about the costs of laundry. For in-home laundry, you've got the initial investment in the machines. This can be a pretty hefty expense, but it doesn't have to be. There's always deals to be had. Then there's the energy expense. 
If you look at this handy chart you will note that annual energy costs for a washer and dryer hovers around $80/year (washer + dryer = $160ish every year). According to the DOE, these numbers can be improved by washing in cold, using less water, cleaning that dratted lint trap, and investing in Energy Star appliances. Wise words, DOE, wise words. Okay, let's recap. The annual expense of running your own washer and dryer is about $160 a year, plus an initial expense of whatever you paid for the machines (let's say $350 for some used but still Energy Star certified units). Total expense for the first year? $510. Every year after that? $160. Over a 5 year period (60 months), that works out to just under $20 a month for clean clothes galore, with the added bonus of no schlepping. Instead, all this laundry can be done while you are comfortably ensconced on the sofa knitting and watching reruns of Trading Spaces on TLC. (Not that I would ever be found doing just that, not me.)
There is a sizable portion of the population that does not have the opportunity to have an in-home laundry experience. While the 'rents house is often a good choice, some people's mothers feel that by the time her kids have reached their 30's, schlepping laundry home just isn't appropriate. More importantly, some people's fathers feel that by the time his kids have reached age 18 they should be 100% self-sufficient. If the kids can't take care of themselves, the armed forces are always an option. Uncle Sam is a great caregiver! The aforementioned rock down by the river remains an option, but even with some Dr. Bronner's, I feel that environmentally this isn't the way ahead--not to mention the labor involved! The remaining option seems to be to visit a local laundrymat, which is what I did last weekend after reaching the bottom of my underpants pile. Near my home is a perfectly serviceable neighborhood laundrymat, the 12th Street Laundry. Also, this is the place I regularly did my laundry 10+ years ago when I last had no washer and lived a block away. I have to say, the 12th Street Laundry has quite a racket going on.
I walked in with two baskets of washing, a jug of Tide, a box of Bounce, and a roll of quarters. In the recent past, my washing would have been divided into 4-5 medium loads separated by color and fabric weight. After discovering that the cost to run each washer through one load would take $1.50, I quickly dumped my stuff into 3 washers, filling them to the brim. The cost for the dryers was even more horrifying. At a steep 25ยข for each 7 minutes, my quarters rapidly filled the laundry's coffers. By the time my roll was empty, my towels were still damp and even a couple tee shirts yearned for another hot-aired spin. If I don't find a better option soon, I'm going to have to reintroduce another decade-old trend--ramen noodles as a diet staple. Even if I keep my laundry to a minimum and push my love of hot fluffy towels into a deep and dark forgotten place, that is still $10/week for laundry. That's $40/month, double the cost of laundry at home! Over a 5 year period, that's an additional $1200. I don't know about you, but I feel like I would like to spend that $1200 on something other than LAUNDRY!
In summation I am going to attempt to make this laundrymat assessment not all about me, even though it really is all about how I want to sit on the sofa and knit and watch something off the Tivo while the laundry does its thing in the other room. And I want my twenty bucks a month back. [Insert rant about The Man and The Poor and Who Has A Washing Machine and Distribution of Wealth.] Thank you and goodnight. I've got to go scrub my socks in the sink. Somebody needs lunch money.
