I hate money. Maybe its because
I don't have any. This week is the
start of my slashed job hours and
the last full pay check till I can find
another full time job.
Its going to get interesting in the
creative finance department. I think
I will start charging the kids for gas
money running them up and down the
hill. Ha Ha.
Dave is going to try and pick up a
few extra days a month at the
other hospital to fill in the gaps.
And the money I was so good about
saving to pay for swim camp, swim club,
College prep stuff and trip to Maine is in
jeopardy. Not to mention the crazy grad
party we are throwing Ian in a couple of
weeks.
I am going to have to use all my frugal
skills to the max. I really need to write
a book some day.
I am definitely voting in November.
It costs to much to live these days
and when you start to make headway
things like gas at 4.25 a gallon builds
yet another wall to finally being able
to breath.
Off to eat some of the pie my daughter
made with berries growing in the field.
Smells delicious.
ttfn
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