Aug 5th, 2012 by Jennifer Lynn
My epiphany for the evening, as I pant inside this blistering apartment:
At the moment, even before a vintage typewriter (which I’ve always wanted, for the sheer pleasure of tapping on polished keys, to hear that familiar clickety-clack), I would love to acquire a sturdy, waterproof metal detector and wield it around like a bad-ass, foraging through meadows and beaches, to unearth elusive coins and other fascinating relics.
It could even spawn a whole new website, where I track the sheer awesome-ness of my treasure hunts!
(Me, trying to convince M. what a fun and cool investment this will be):
You know that Roman solidus gold coin minted in Constantinople that I’ve been looking for, we could discover one, but instead of purchasing it from an auction house, we dig it up from the earth. It could be right here, buried beneath our feet. HOW COOL IS THAT?
M.: No. I want a geiger counter.
Choosing a particle detector that measures ionizing radiation over a bad-ass metal detector??
It’s amazing I still find him adorable.
What I’m currently reading:
(And I’m soo using these as ammunition!)
Also included for your reading pleasure, some financial carnivals whirled through this week:
Totally Money Carnival at James Petzke: Graduating with a Surplus
Yakezie Carnival at Kylie Ofiu
Carnival of Retirement at Life Insurance by Jeff
Nerdy Finance Carnival at Nerdy Finance Carnival
Carnival of MoneyPros at Making Sense Of Cents
Wealth Artisan’s FinCarn at Wealth Artison
Y & T’s Weekend Ramblings at Young and Thrifty
Carn. of Financial Camaraderie at The University of Money
On the financial front, we had to slap $200.00 worth of savings toward replacing a control arm and ball joint for the driver’s side of my vehicle. This is the second ball joint replacement in the past year (six months ago it was the passenger side), and I am not pleased. So, essentially, M. and I have chewed through $1,200 in the past few weeks between these car repairs and our recent family vacation to Cape Ann.
So, financially, we’ll be hunkering back into savings mode. Except for, of course, my shiny, new metal detector, folks, which I fully expect to be propped on the patio, fired up and ready to go, by next week.
Because, who doesn’t have room in their budget for a metal detector?
(Or a geiger counter. But it’s not quite the same.)