Amanda Stanhaus

Tag: ring

Babe Engagement Watch


The financier has proposed to Babe! Now, are they engaged? Not quite yet.

He is persistent. And he has an enormous diamond to show he means business…I mean to show he loves Babe.

I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak and have weakly wondered, what if he had some more skin in the game…i.e. $$…i.e. a diamond ring?

But, in my usual, upbeat state of mind, I’m anti-diamond. If a diamond is what is keeping us together, good riddance.

Want to show me you love me? Buy me something that will increase in value…how about a house?

Honestly, if I were to have a real diamond ring that was comparable to my costume jewelry, I would need to be accompanied by an armed guard at all times. Plus, the Hope diamond has bad juju!

Don’t fret, I have an idea for a fabulous ring…


(Originally published on Amanda Stanhaus’s financial literacy blog: XO, Bettie.)

How is it done?


Roommate-less me was curious…who pays for what in Bobbi and boy’s apartment?

The grocery bill goes to boy. Bobbi’s grocery bill would be negligible, she eats like a bird.

Bobbi is responsible for their laundry $$ and keeping the place spic and span. She likes to clean—she finds it relaxing. [cough, weirdo].

Water, electricity, and internet are split right down the middle.

This didn’t seem too exact. But, good to know.

I will not find out for myself till my man puts a ring on it. [hint, hint, nudge, nudge.]

But I know right now, I’m a master delegator and I will never clean like my Grandmother—Mary-End-Dust.


(Originally published on Amanda Stanhaus’s financial literacy blog: XO, Bettie.)