OK, so the picture may not go with the title. I was going to write down the top ten list at Hugel's request but am at work and carrying the list with me now didn't seem to be a good idea when I am not in superhero garb. So the list will have to wait. Must say that these outfits were smashing. Miss B sent her's through the washer and it came out perfectly with the brown triangle completely in tact. We take our superhero status seriously as you can see from the picture.
Miss B and I had a full disclosure conversation about the ONE thing we hate to discuss, that being money. I for one have never ever ever felt comfortable discussing it no matter who it is. I don't like to lend it, do like to keep it, and well, manage it with utmost conservatism and care. Have thought a lot about where this comes from and once again, blame this on my parents and the issues they had tied to money. My dad loved to spend it. (On the farm, cows, land, equipment, etc. and he didn't understand that it's usually best to have money prior to spending it) My mom on the other hand was the chief financial officer of the farm/family and had to do everything in her will to figure out where the cash was to come from. Loans, loans, and more loans, which drove her nuts! They didn't argue about a whole lot but money was the biggie and I remember running from the kitchen many times when voices were raised, tears flowing, and stern words being had. It scared the daylights out of me constantly thinking we were going to end up in the poor house because the crops failed, cows died, or poor investments were being made. Of course I didn't understand it on that level until much later on in my teen years but still, when it came to money, there was always an arguement waiting in the wings. There was also the fact that we didn't have much of it either which has turned me into the conservative saver that I am today. If I don't need it, I won't buy it and that philosophy has worked out really well. I didn't spend what I didn't have and fortunately never ran up credit card bills or student loans. I like the cushion that has accumulated in my bank account and it provides the stability and safety net which makes me feel comfortable. Selfish and greedy? Maybe. But I also think it's smart. So where is all this money babble going.....Miss B and I had to talk about it. We survived. There was no argument. There were no tears. A full disclosure conversation about who had what and what we were willing to do with it in order to buy into the property which we now reside. It wasn't easy and still made me very uncomfortable. At one point A called and asked us to go to the Wildside and of course I was ready to leave the room that very second and meet her but Miss B put her foot down and said we must finish the conversation first. And she was right so we did just that.
The result? We wrote up an offer to purchase 1/3 of the property of the house which we currently live in with the option to condo convert. We are still waiting to hear back from our landlord to see if he accepts, rejects, or counter offers but either way, both Miss B and I came away from the conversation feeling much better about our financial status and knowing a bit more about one another. I still don't like talking about money. Ever. But at least know now that it won't kill me and doesn't have to be like the environment which I grew up in over the years. How's that for an adult conversation?
If I could only do this at work. It's what I feel like. A complete over cooked noodle. Brain dead. Or brainwashed? At this point I can't tell. The last two weeks have taken so much for me to get through and it doesn't appear that there is any light at the end of the tunnel. Throw DLST on top of that and here ya go, sleepy! I am leaving at 4pm today and no one can stop me. No one!
If you look really closely you will see I have become the Devil. Had a friend in town whom I have missed dearly over the past 5 years. She moved away and made it back for a visit. So much fun! This is one of many snappy snaps she took throughout our silly weekend. Many more stories to tell but no time. Am delirious from work this week. It's like that.
