I could never do this. I would never have the "surprise!" feeling. I always know exactly how much cash is crumpled in the bottom of my purse, in the pocket of those shorts in the laundry and the couple of dollars in change that are in my console. This doesn't mean I am good with money. I am just such a neurotic, tight wad that is chronically a quarter step away from first world poverty. Interestingly, I regularly have nearly no idea how much is in my checking account. For some reason it doesn't feel like money.
@ThatJenn off topic. But YES! I live in Florida and I own a pea coat. I hate moving it, I hate the space it takes up in my closet, but for 30 days out of the year it is freaking blissful!
You can take this a step above (obviously if people are willing and amenable) by offering to help them to tag along when they do something. When I was wandering lost through my life I went collecting with a lepidopterist, check out a flood plain drainage project with a civil engineer and see filings and court proceedings with a lawyer. I expressed interest and enthusiasm. I offered to hold things, record data etc in exchange for tagging along. I didn't end up doing these things. Instead I fell into teaching elementary school. These excellent contacts were not a waste though. All of them have agreed to do "ask an expert" bits for relevant content in my lessons. Not saying everyone will do this, but you never know what could help. People who are passionate about things often like to share those passions with people who are enthusiastic.
@Veronica Mars is smarter than me Yes! What is sharepin? I think I might know. More importantly WHERE is sharepin? Also I definitely need some frilly aprons. I think I am the only person who gets given fancy things and is like "OOoooohhh I will love to use this!". Hahaha Like the fancy silver that my husband's grandmother bought the day he was born to be given to him on his wedding day. His aunt flew it down (whhaaaa?) and had the best appalled reaction to me sticking it in mason jars on my dining room table that I found on the side of the road.
This is amazing. My dad totally picks up pennies. I remembered him doing this when we were broke when I was a kid. The first time I laughed at him for it, he was walking in the office to close on a million dollar real estate deal. He was like "What!? It took a lot of lucky pennies to get here!". Whenever he gets a penny for change he carefully places it on the ground face up for someone else to find.
YAY! This is a super timely post! My husband and I have been tossing around the baby idea. I was kind of bent out of shape about not having loads of money or loads of money saved. However...getting pregnant in the next few months will fall into a period of forced unemployment (yay school teaching!), but my husband has just gotten a raise. I will have the longest amount of time with a new baby (much, much more than any maternity leave). So we are weighting the financial crunch vs the more time with baby thing. I'm not really sure what trumps...
@Megano! They are sort of. How neat is that?! I was just wondering about this last night and I googled it. Fun facts? OK! (Not that you asked) They are housed with the crown jewels in the Tower of London! How freaking cool is that? The reason Olympians bite their medals is kind of a jokey sort of tradition to make sure they are real. When gold coins were in wide use people used to bite them to be sure they were real.
Ugh BoA SUCKS I stopped banking there after my international travel debacle. ME "Hai BoA...I am travelling internationally. Here's my itinerary. Please don't cancel all my cards! Do I need to do anything?" BOA "Great! I recorded that, you are all set. You can use your card to get cash. There's a foreign transaction fee and it is quite nominal" Later ME: "Hey BoA, remember how I told you not to cancel my cards? Why don't any of them work?" BoA: "Woops! Our bad! lawlz. Just come into a branch in person and prove you are you and we'll get you taken care of" ME: "Errr...I'm not in America. Where are your branches in Italy?" BoA: "We don't have branches in Italy. Duh!" ME: "Yeah, thought not. What should I do?" BoA: "Ummmm...probably go fuck yourself and die. Enjoy getting home and learning that your frozen account is almost empty because we charged you three times the fees we said we would." ME: "Man, could you buy me a drink before you fuck me so hard." BoA: "Sure thing. Just come into a branch in person..." I really nice lady at King's Cross, who heard my conversation, lent me 50 pounds so that I could get a ticket to my brother's place so that he could help me (lend me money until I got home). I sent that lady 50 pounds and a really nice tea strainer ball thing from a fancy tea store. She seemed skeptical that she would get it back, but I insisted she give me a mailing address to pay her back. URGH I HATE BOA You guys, for real, you have awesome local banks in your area.
@Megano! ME TOO! That is how I do fancy things. I need to touch them. I risked getting kicked out of Versailles for touching EVERYTHING but I just had to. I couldn't not do it. I always wonder if fancy things just feel differently than my things.