Friday, January 08, 2010

New year's resolution: Stop spending money

Especially on stuff. We have plenty of stuff. Too much stuff. We don’t need more stuff. Besides, our addiction to gym memberships and personal trainers is quickly slimming down our financial reserves while it slowly (oh, so slowly) bulks up our vanity muscles. But we’re not about to abandon our dreams of being huge, so we’re gonna slash the budgets for our other household departments. Like our bloated Department of Stuff.

Corollary: Drink up all the half-finished buckets of protein shake powder in our Cupboard of Delusions before we buy any more:
I’m amazed how quickly we’ve managed to accumulate so many not-quite-empty buckets of protein shake powder. You’d think we’d finish one, then buy another, finish it, then buy another, etc. ad nauseam. But you’d be wrong. Because ad nauseam is not just a hard-to-spell-correctly Latin expression. No matter how delicious (or revolting) we find a certain flavor or brand of protein shake, it eventually makes us gag. So we move on to something different for a while. Etc. Ad nauseam. And all that nausea eventually leads us to ad more buckets of half-finished protein shake powder to our collection. Ad! Nauseam!

Corollary: Use up all the lotions and soaps and other tools of our ablutions that are accumulating in our little medicine cabinet before we buy any more:
This accumulation is more insidious than the protein shakes. When you’re a gay man of a certain age, people buy you fancy soaps and lotions as gifts. Or you get them free when you make large purchases of soaps and lotions—which we all do—at fancy soaps and lotions stores. Or you simply steal them from hotels. And so the pile grows. But! It’s currently dry skin season, so my dirty, thirsty dermis will be absorbing the stuff in our cupboard with unprecedented levels of greed over the next few months. And I should emerge on the other side of winter with cleaner, softer skin and way more storage in our bathroom.

Caveat: Buy more stuff. I made a list of all the stuff I still intend to buy in the new year. And it’s not pretty. And quite a bit of it is not terribly optional. To wit:
  • Fireplace mantle
  • Gas fireplace insert
  • Living room valances
  • Living room rug
  • Four dimmer switches
  • Front door soundproofing
  • Door knocker that doesn’t look like a dog penis
  • Tattoo that doesn't look like Newt Gingrich*
  • Master bedroom valances
  • Master bedroom dresser
  • Master bathroom renovation
  • Guest bedroom stencils
  • Guest bedroom curtains
  • Guest bedroom nightstand
  • Guest bedroom stripper pole*
  • Dining room curtains
  • Dining room chair upholstery
  • Kitchen sink disposal
  • Kitchen sink water heater
  • MacBook Pro
  • iPhone
  • Your grandma’s underpants*
  • Wiper blades for my car
  • Airfare/hotel for the cruise
  • 13.1 Marathon registration
  • Rock ’n’ Roll Half Marathon registration
  • Chicago Half Marathon registration
  • New York City Marathon registration
  • Airfare/hotel for New York City Marathon
  • Six gallons of premium cookies ’n’ cream ice cream, one giant spoon and a hammer to beat away anyone who wants to share*
* I just put that in to see if you were still reading

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