What are we supposed to do when you just can't win the financial war. I sit here feeling a 18 week baby kicking at my belly while my 3 year old hangs out in the living room. Just been stomach kicked by my mom telling me I just don't know how to handle my finances. I work, my husband works, we try to pay the bills, but they just keep getting bigger. I love my school loan the most. It's done me tons of good. I guess the natural progression of things would be that right out of college I would have landed me a little starter job that by now, 14 years later would be fully paying off with a good 70,000 or so. Didn't happen that way.
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I'm a mom, a wife, a pet-sitter, and a yogi (and an aspiring writer, designer and future restaurant owner). My passion is dogs (four of them) and my crazy son who entertains me and infuriates me. My husband puts up with all of us, sometimes patiently, other times, discordantly. Our home is a pulsating cacophony of barbs and laughter, barks and yells. We try to adapt to something that seems normal but from where we started, we have a long road. What we know is that we love each other and appreciate this crazy life. Presented before you is a daily tirade of bullshit that intersects my world and either sends me into a spirited embrace of this current path I'm on or pisses me off to the point of spewing insanities and hateful curses. Meanwhile, the spirit of Reddog, namesake of this blog, hovers under foot, sniffing deep hrumphs!, rattling at the dog bowl and reminding us everyday to appreciate what you've got because you never know when you may lose it. Keep checking in, I promise fun, laughs and irritating opinions.
