Thursday thoughts....

I feel like mashed potatoes.

I haven’t had a good plate of mash for ages. Clems (King St, Newtown) mashed potatoes with gravy, this is seriously to die for. Perhaps cause it’s summer her (though sometimes it’s hard to tell) one could understand why I’ve not indulged in the creamy mash, but it’s been hanging around for a while and I might just have to bite the bullet. Hmmmm… gherkins dipped in mashed potatoes – my sister could never quite figure it out, but I’m sure there’s some of you out there that can appreciate the weird blending of hot, cold, creamy and crunchy together? Yum.

Anyway, I guess I thought of mash because I was reading The Food Whore (so good) and she is mentioning all these American Christmas parties… just like my pal, staci, who is having a white chrissy back home in the US.

And all this talk of weather and continents and travel just makes me want to get my butt into gear and go away…. Over the seas, across the hills, far far away. I guess really, I’m just sick of coming to the end of the year and finding myself with the same thoughts as the previous years combined. Still broke, still in debt, still unsure of where and what I’m doing.

I used to be good at saving but it’s all turning pearshaped again – I know I had a year off and struggled with debt and sickness and so forth, and shouldn’t forget that I still managed to pay off one credit card and get the others mostly current. But I feel like I’m floundering again. Really floundering.

I just don’t know where my money goes. It’s scary. But if all goes to plan, I should be able to have $1000 in the bank in savings (ie. Not to touch!) by December 30. That will be the most savings I’ve had for hmmmm years. So I need to try hard.

*sigh*