Those 70ish Girls

I have never been good with money. It doesn’t matter if I have a lot or just a little, I’m not good with it. There was a period of time, when it was just the boys and me, that I did pretty well. Maybe because I didn’t have time to go out and shop. My brother said my sister-in-law can shop for an hour if they stop at minimart.

As I try to come to terms with my vice, I can look back and see the signs were there. Mom used to say, “If you get $5 .00, you either put it on you or in you.” I would buy clothes… or something to eat. I wrote a children’s book about a little girl who had two problems. She couldn’t get enough “things” and when she did get things, she wasn’t happy with anything because something new and better came into her sights. It ends well, though.

Why would I write a blog on my spending habbits? I have no idea, but I’m into the 3rd paragraph so I’m not going to stop now. I once made really good money, but did you know that good money spends just as easily as bad money?

I think I know what brought this on. I volunteer at the library and for the last couple of days, I have been learning how to check books in and out, fax things, put books back in the right section in alphabetical order by author. We also have a tremendous number of LP, LARGE PRINT, books. I guess you can tell the demographics of the people in a town by going to the library and seeing what kind of books they have. It feels like a real job. They didn’t need all of us so I left. I found myself worrying about getting enough hours in…You don’t get a paycheck, Mary.

I think I blogged about the first time I decided I was going to write about my life. I went to Walmart and bought a tape recorder and a notepad. I had a sales job and I had to do a lot of driving. My idea was to record things as they came to me…that way I wouldn’t forget some good stuff. I even bought one for my brother. He was so excited when I called and told him that I was sending him a tape recorder and we were going to write a book together. I called my good friend Mary, whose wiser head usually prevails, and told her of my plan. Do you know what she said? “Can you take the recorders back to Walmart?”

Billy didn’t act very surprised when I called and told him the plan was off. He said, “Yeah, I usually try to sleep on ideas like that before I act on them.”

I’ve figured it out…I’m not good with money because I’m an impulse buyer. And Mary was wrong. She should have let me have that tape recorder.

Queens have to spend a lot of time in their carriages…