So I wrote about what a freak I am the other day and now I was just musing about my new diligence (read:obsession) with our finances and getting out of debt and the budget I made that I'm actually checking with almost every freakin' day. It was at this point that I realized, the parking lot thing is just the crunchy coating on the outside of the freak.
Oh, the many ways in which I am a freak. No, I shall not list them. Not right now at least. But the financial thing is getting a lot of play around here. I'm determined to get us into a good place financially and much like weight loss (which we will NOT be discussing right now *cough* whole bag of Robins Eggs in one day *cough*) it is one of those things that seems so overwhelming and so unattainable that in the past I have just given up. But like weight loss, if you don't start doing something about it, it will never be better and even if it takes a gazillion years, you MUST START. So this year we started.
Unlike the past where I made a budget and went over it in tears and promptly threw it away, this year I have coddled it. I have adjusted it. I have petted it's little figures and plumped and diminished its categories to streamline it. It is approaching a thing of beauty.
My poor husband has been badgered for receipts and questioned about cash. And cried at, yes cried at, because I could not pin down exactly how much of the cash he spent on gas and why did he not deposit the expense check for $24.31 so I could track it. And how will our budget ever recover? Have I mentioned I. AM. A. FREAK? That I'm a bit OBSESSIVE?
Yes? Well, see. I was not exaggerating.
I have also learned from this that I have until July to start getting another paycheck. That means all those people not giving me jobs? Are making me weep. But, it also makes me feel better to know that I have a little, very little, bit of time to acquire this new job. So people looking to hire someone? MAKE IT ME. This job hunting/applying thing is taking up SO MUCH FREAKIN TIME! And my house? Looks like a tornado went through. This tornado also seems to have made the bathrooms disgustingly dirty. Wait, where was I? Ah yes, the job search... making me more depressed by the day. No wait, not where I was planning on going with this...
Let's see, I will try, the obsessed freak that I am really thinks accounting is the way for me to go career wise. Of course, since I've known my husband I have thought I had found my calling about eleventy billion times. Or maybe it was just five or six. But still, I've only known him for 12 years. I average a new career path every 2 years. The man is a saint for putting up with me.
Okay, this whole post has degenerated into a unfollowable (It is a word now.) stream of conscience thing. I will go.
But first! Does anyone want to share (in comments or on your own blog) what makes them a freak? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? Someone help a freak out here. Make me feel a little better about my freakish self.
And last, I would just like to add that I did NOT puke from all the robins eggs. Although? I wish I did. They made me very sick. But not sick enough to not eat the last two the next day. And please, for the love of all that is good and eggish - do not forget my warning about pseudo-robins eggs.