Yes we can, indeed. And if you drank the Obama Kool-aid, there's no need to read further.
I openly acknowledge my high maintenance lifestyle. I consider pedicures and massages to be necessities in my monthly budget. I don't color my own hair or mow my own lawn. I insist on nice hotels, great meals, and fabulous handbags.
In other words, my life ain't cheap.
Luckily, I went to college and despite all the partying, managed to graduate and go on to earn a master's degree. My job is stressful and often it's more than 40 hours a week. But I don't mind because I'm fortunate to have a job I love, and because I am well compensated for thinking about work 24/7.
With a nice salary comes some nice perks, like a nice home and a dependable (albeit recalled) vehicle, cosmetics from a department store counter, and the opportunity to travel. See, I'm obsessed with weekend shopping trips and concerts and nice dinners. I find myself planning months full of weekends to Dallas and Kansas City. Right now I'm saving to buy my nephew a laptop for his high school graduation. I have 20th row tickets to see Bon Jovi in Tulsa next month. I'm headed to Temple twice in April, once for a race and once just because I miss Jen. I'm currently trying to talk Scott and Alisa into Dallas in May to see Jimmy Buffett, and I want to schedule girls' weekend with Sorne, Kelly and Amanda to see SATC2 Memorial Day weekend.
Ruth's Chris for dinner? That's just a Wednesday night for me and my pal Lori B. And in December, Krista and I will be happily ensconced in our Times Square hotel suite in NYC.
If you're going somewhere, I want to go. If a great band is playing, I want to see the concert. I like stuff. I like places. I love spending time with my friends.
But often, I find myself having to stop planning things. Not only do my weekends fill, but I run out of funds. And when you don't have money, you have to stop spending it.
Unless you're Congress. Then you can continue to spend money you don't have on people who don't need it.
See, when I use credit to pay for things, I have to pay it back with interest. Where's my blank check?
But you know what? If someone gave me a beautiful new red patent leather Louis Vuitton bag with the understanding that it was totally free to me, but someday my niece and nephews would have to pay for it, I'd say no. Because I believe in paying for my lifestyle, even if it means doing without.
You listening, Nancy Pelosi?
Let's make plans for July, when I might be solvent again!
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Preach it sista!!! I am all for helping out my fellow (wo)man but can't understand why most of these people feel like they deserve a handout. I, like you, worked my butt off to get where I am. I should be able to spend my money as I see fit since I work insanely hard each and every week. Furthermore, where were these same people with I was making $700 bucks a month as indentured servitude in the Army?? We all make choices in life and if your choice is to be trailer park trash and reject an education or skill that will provide for you, don't come looking to me to share.
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