100th Entry

Really? Is that all? It seems like I've been pouring my heart out here for a lot longer than 100 posts. Wait... TV shows get a huge cake when they hit 100 episodes. Where's my cake? Maybe next week, on my birthday.

Jeez, I'm going to be 37 next week. When did I get that old? I mean, it's not old, but wasn't I just 25 a few weeks back? I still can't believe how much my life has changed in the past few years, but to say that I'm close to 40. I have a young child at home... how could I be in my late 30's?

OK, this wasn't supposed to be a birthday vent. This is a celebration post.

100 entries about stuff no one gives a shit about.

100 entries about paying off my debt (which is going pretty well, I might add).

100 entries about how much I love my family (or hate them, depending on my mood).

100 entries about how this time the diet will work. (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!)

100 entries about the 101 things I will do in 1,001 days. If I had done one for every post, I would be just about done, but I am nowhere near it.

I do enjoy writting in this blog though. It gives me space to be me, whether you like it or not. It gives me the space I need to get stuff off my chest, so that I don't explode. I feel like this is my chance to talk to other adults, since I don't get to do that every day (even when Pat comes home before bed!)

It gives me the opportunity to do something while I wait. (And I am waiting again...)

Hopefully I haven't bored anyone to death and if I have, it will do no good to apologize now, so I won't. You know, cuz you're dead and stopped reading this long ago. You wouldn't read my apology anyway.

I am very proud of myself for the things I have aaccomplished this year. I am on a road to financial recovery, and I am in a much better mental state because I can swear as much as I want to when I am here. I get things off my chest and I confide in you, dear reader, things I would probably never say aloud. You can say them to me, and I will run and delete and then deny it, but whatevs.

Bottom line: I feel like Popeye. I am what I am and that's all that I am. I am free here, and no one can take that from me.

(And just so you know, even though the blog count says 95, I have a few entries that I never finished, so this is technically my 100th. Maybe that's why there's no cake!)

The Three Year Plan

I am putting myself on what I like to call the "3 year plan." You know how when you get your credit card statements, it shows what you will pay in interest and the total if you only make the minimum payment? And below that it shows you what you could pay a month to pay off the card in three years? That is what I am doing.

I am going to cut the cards (ouch!) and stop using them. I am also going to have to stay the Hell away from Target. I think it's almost to the point of being in need of an intervention.

I need to do this now to prepare for our future. I feel confident that I can so this. It coincides with the time that Nathaniel will go to Kindergarten. Imagine being debt free the same time you stop paying for daycare! What we will do with the extra money???

We have already made a plan for Christmas. During September, October and November, we will both put aside $200. That will give us $1200 for Christmas, which is more than sufficient for all our familes, Nathaniel's teachers, and food for Christmas dinner. This way, we (I) won't have to use the credit cards.

Hoping that I can be successful in this new venture.