The Richest Chicken in Town

It's come to my attention that some hormonal, radical Dave Ramsey fanatic has hacked into my blog, and talked about things like 'no eating out' and 'no internet'.

My apologies.

The same hacker showed up around here last winter talking about not buying Ziploc bags and paper towels.

Sheesh!

Ahhhh - I'm sorry folks - I'm that hacker, and 'tis true, 'tis true.

Last night, after reading all of your comments for the umpteenth time, and the sweet emails that you sent to me - I went to bed with the image of George Bailey being toasted by his brother Harry as 'the richest man in town'.

Truly - that is how I felt.

Well, that and a bit twitchy thinking of not having the Internet.

One of my readers - Mary - thinks I'm being impulsive - and yes Mary - you are SO right, I'm being ridiculously impulsive.  I fight my 'impulsitivity' alllllll the time.

But, I can't help to think that I need to be right now.

Glenco and I are in complete agreement (even though I keep finding him turning up the furnace to 67)

We feel so excited that barring any emergencies, we could be completely debt free in a few months.

I feel that going to the library, one of my favorite places in the world - will help me to focus on the task at hand - answering emails, which I'm HORRIBLE at doing now - blogging - and then the rest of my time at home, will be spent on things here.  I still find myself horribly distracted by the computer during every waking moment.

I have a pile of unfinished projects, two dresser drawers of yarn, loom materials galore, a basement that I've been threatening to clean out for years, and a few friends that could really use an extra pair of hands for a while.

  The quilt I started 23 years ago will be finished!

 I'm quite loving the idea of Thursday morning, after dropping Aaron off at school (he spends Wednesday nights with me) I can hop over to the library, with my Curious George lunchbox packed - and get all my blogging (I'm planning on doing a few, and scheduling the posts so that they'll post throughout the week - see!  I haven't forsaken you!) 

TV - I shall not miss you.

We are keeping our Netflix account.

Is that cheating?

I have my queue loaded to the gills baby.

It's $9 a month, compared to the $40 I was paying Directv for a horrible selection of channels.

Even when we were debt free, I had a difficult time paying for television.

Am I the only one that can't find something to watch when I have 300 channels?

I truly think that we have 'too much' to choose from in life these days.

Home phone - I'm going to miss your unlimited local and long distance minutes.

I'll be limited to 1000 minutes a month, and for my blabbermouth - that's not much.

Law - I may feel like a monk that's taken an oath of silence.

T Mobile cell phone - I can't wait to be rid of you on June 10th.

I hate your contracts and the $50 a month you've cost me for nearly four years.

1000 minutes a month and I've only used about 100 a month.

I'll finally get my money out of you for the next five months!

After the debt is gone - I'll have a home phone, and a cell that is only used for emergencies.

For me to be spending $100 a month for phones - like I have the last several years - is maddening.

I'm adjusting well to the heat change in house - and have even begun to sleep with fewer covers.  We just pop the electric blanket on for an hour before bed, and then turn it off. I actually have been sleeping better now that the heat is turned down.

Allied Waste Service - I miss you not.  I like being responsible for my garbage.  It's too easy to be a consumer, and fill the trash cans unconsciously when you come and pick up my waste.  3/4 of our trash was paper and/or recyclables.  Glen burns the paper and cardboard.  The remaining one small bag a week that we generate is thrown in the dumpster where Glenco works, with permission from his employer.

I'm beginning to live with eyes wide open.

Slowing down and being conscious.

The 'oh, it's only $30 a month for this - and for that - and this - etc.....adds up my friends.

I'm not willing to get up and leave my home everyday, to work a job, to pay for fluff.

I'm not willing to give up my nights and weekends with my husband and friends, just to work a job to pay for fluff!  I can save as much as I make, by staying home and being frugal.

And who knows - maybe one day I WILL sell my chicken drawings! Ha!

Oh, I'm not suffering folks - not by any stretch of the imagination.  I sit here now with a Life is Good hoodie on - sweet, fuzzy fleece stockings, covered in a hand crocheted afghan on a soft cozy chair, in my cozy paid for house - eating a slice of homemade cherry pie, cherries from my very own tree, and a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream.

That we all would suffer so!

I'm very excited to share this journey with you.

I'll have the Internet through the weekend, to my knowledge it'll be turned off on Monday.

I'm going to make a gallant effort at cleaning out emails by then.

I can do this.

I'll be sharing fun tales of frugality.

I'll video tape the fit that Aaron will have when he comes here Wednesday and finds no wi-fi.

I'll share menu plans and recipes with you that help me stay in the $50/$60 a week range.

I'll show you the house projects I'm getting done with things I have about the house already.

(the upstairs bedroom is almost done!)

I'll keep you abreast of my debt reduction.

And I'll draw a heck of a lot of chicken pictures.

Amen.