Fat. Coast. Lean. Barista. Fart. Wait, what?! Rhapsody on a theme I’m neither casting judgment on the physical attributes of shorelines or coffeeshop employees. Neither have I just passed gas. Rather, I’ve just listed variations of FIRE. Well, Fart FIRE as so styled I admit hasn’t taken off as its originator (and this fan-of-juvenile-humor open-minded…
Car Talk
If you watch any live/real-time television . . . Hey! Stop laughing! There are, too, people who still do that! No, I’m serious. They really do! OK, OK. You keep laughing. I’m just gonna move on now. Anyway, as I was saying, if you watch any live/real-time live television you’ll see what are called “commercials.”…
Good Day! Sunshine!
As I’ve mentioned on this here blog a few times, I moved from the Midwest to the Mountain West a few years ago. The city we lived in back east (Can I say “back east?” I mean, the Midwest is east of where I am now.) was in most respects great for us. Most. In…
Wallet Hacks*
A few weeks ago, I did something I’ve never done in my many decades on this earth. I left my wallet at a store. Specifically, a grocery store. In the self-checkout area to be precise. I think what happened was that I pulled my credit card out of my wallet to pay for the groceries,…
Do You Eat the Last Grain of Rice?
I write a lot about gratitude on this here blog. Do you know why, Dear Reader? Because I’m grateful. See how that works? Of course you do, Dear Reader. Because I have the bestest, most smarterest readers of all the blogs. Give yourself a round of applause, Dear Reader. Go ahead. I’ll wait. Nice job….
You Are Who You Are and That’s All What You Are . . . For Now
Thom Brennaman is a longtime sports announcer. You may have heard him call a game over the years. Mostly baseball. Also some football and basketball. He’s called games mostly for local markets, but also a lot for national audiences. Thom also happens to be the son of another highly accomplished sports announcer, Marty Brennaman. Thom…
And Another Thing
I’ve written in recent posts — The Missus, Yippie and First Thing’s First — extolled the financial wisdom about some things personal finance-related that The Missus and Thing One (The Elder) have taught me. Here’s the third and penultimate (The Cat gets a post devoted to him) final post in this series. Pathwise Thing Two…
How to My debt Payoff Story 11 Ways
This blog post is for a reader of one. And that one person is a specific human being. Or blogger. Or maybe a cyborg. Perhaps even an alpaca. I’m not really sure. Whatever the reality, I’m sticking with “person.” For now. I’m open to being shown that I’m mistaken. That presumably sentient being (whom I’ve…
First Thing’s First
In my last post — The Missus, Yippie — I thoughtfully stroked my chin wrote about some things personal finance-related that I’ve learned from The Missus. Well, in the spirit of fairness, I’m gonna write similar posts about Thing One (The Elder) and Thing Two (The Younger). You are hereby notified that this post will…
The Missus, Yippie!
I married up. Way up. The world population when The Missus and I got hitched was about 6 billion and change. Notwithstanding that pretty high number, I still find it incomprehensible that: (1) there was someone so completely detached from their sanity and good senses as to even consider spending their life with me; and…
