So it's no secret that I listen to Dave Ramsey, a little like my granny used to listen to the 700 Club. There we'd be, knocking on her door in the morning, pounding our way into her tiny, warm kitchen for bisquits and what should be blaring but that preacher, what's his name? I can picture him - his ears kind of stick out? My grandfather was half deaf so the TV would be on full blast but I only realized that much later in my life. For the longest time I just thought it was an extraordinarily loud show. Anyway. Dave Ramsey. Focus impulsive-girl-who-buys-regretful-paintings.
I listen to him whenever I get the chance, driving to Costco, feeling all smug like we could totally be friends. I mean, HELLO, I'm driving to COSTCO, that's gotta count for SOMETHING (you'd think by now Costco might be sending me free things in the mail what with how often I mention them on here. Sadly that is still not the case. But I am waiting.)
It's just that now that I am a boring, married, home-owning mother...okay I'll say it. My priorities have changed. I can actually call one of my sisters and say, breathlessly, without a hint of irony, "You wouldn't BELIEVE how cheap these baby wipes are! And for sensitive skin too!" I love a good bargain. I think steaks and wine at home trump a restaurant anyday. I gleefully check online for good furniture sales. I stare at my child like he is the first cute little plump thing to have ever graced this earth. In short, I went ahead and bought the farm.
FOCUS HOPE WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT? Jesus.
Dave Ramsey. Here's the point. I listen to his show. I get inspired to become even more nerdy than I already am. I am cascading towards queen of loserville right about now at least according to my 22 year old self.
So today I am listening to him and it turns out he does an entire...segment? Book chapter? I don't know, program? Called...get ready. Are you ready? Called The Free Spirit and The Nerd. CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE IT? It's like they installed a camera in our house and have been watching. Because as much as I am reveling in nerdom, I will never probably reach the proportions of my husband and I totally mean that in a reverent way, Bud.
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