Week 28 of 52 - The Story behind The Story

For our boys…may neither of you ever know the bondage of debt.

I gave George the evil eye as he banged on his cereal bowl with his spoon.  We were waiting on hold for Dave Ramsey.  Popping his little bottom would result in shrieks and one million listeners questioning child abuse.  And he seemed to know this, as he smiled back at my glares and tapped his spoon.

Dave came on the line, George miraculously quieted as Walt told our "debt-free" story in thirty seconds or so, a story six years in the making.

God brought us together.
We married while I was still in graduate school.  The first few months, we were consumed with dissertation requirements and learning how to live with each other.  I graduated, my paltry assistantship salary ended, and our financial reality smacked us in the face.  As God would have it, our church offered Financial Peace University that same month.

Walt wanted to go.  I didn’t.  I needed a job and felt a job would solve all our financial woes.  Besides, we needed to worry about paying our utilities, not paying down our debt.

Again as God would have it, Walt’s grandmother sent a late Christmas present – a check in exactly the amount of the Financial Peace Class.   Walt signed us up.

We attended Financial Peace.
During the 13 weeks, we started embracing the principles and faced our non-mortgage debt $65,000 – mainly student loans, but also a car, and some credit card debt.  Meanwhile God provided me three part-time jobs and we stayed ahead of our bills.  Then finally (10 months into our marriage), I landed a full-time position.  We started cranking on our debt snowball*, paying off about $15,000.

Personal finance gets personal.
What a beautiful story if we had continued that pace and paid off all our non-mortgage debt.  Instead, a truck died and I insisted we finance a SUV.  I knew Walt didn't want want to finance a car, so I picked the one little rig I knew he liked.

Eighteen months later, I again insisted on a larger SUV when our family grew.  Between these vehicles, our debt mounted another $35,000.

We made about two payments on that big SUV and I felt sick inside.  According to our culture's standards, we could easily afford this car.   But I knew my desire for a nice vehicle was keeping my family enslaved to debt.  Besides, if I have to finance it, who does that car really belong to anyway? 
          I got a job but it ain't nearly enough. A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck
         Belongs to me and the bank and some funny talkin' man from Iran…  Steve Earle

Deciding my status symbol was really just showing our “status” as in debt, I committed to sell the SUV.  We prayed for God to provide.  Meanwhile, we had a huge hailstorm and after replacing our roof with the the home owners insurance settlement, we still had money to buy a used car.  If you had told us God could bless with a hailstorm, we would not have believed you.    

After that time, we kept chipping at the debt.  We cash-flowed** several medical expenses and another maternity leave.  We were making progress, but we didn’t let go of the credit card.

But we pay it off every month... well most of the time.
Most months, we carried about a $1000 balance.  We told ourselves we could pay it off in a month if we wanted, and sometimes we did.  Other times, the balance would creep to $2000, we would pay it off a couple times a year, then we would allow it to creep back up.  We continued that pattern, adding another $5k of debt over the years - a conservative estimate.

We continued this seesaw of “debt reduction/debt accumulation” until a real emergency happened.  During my maternity leave with Samuel, our washing machine overflowed and we came home to a flooded house. The floors and the washing machine needed replacing.  And of course the dryer “must” match the washing machine; well, you know where this is going.

A credit card is not a good emergency plan.
We drained our maternity savings and walked away from that maternity leave and emergency with over $7000 on our credit card.

As we stared at the $7000 balance, I rationalized.  I’ll get a 401k loan then it’s “paid off.”  My dad’s words rang in my ears – “you can’t borrow your way out of debt” and I knew this was a ridiculous idea.

After I rationalized, I got angry.  We prayed. We knew the credit card had to go and more importantly, I felt I had to change my materialistic views.  I knew my dear husband would have walked on concrete sub-floor and gone to the laundry mat before getting us in this mess. I had pushed for these outcomes.
 I will say that in both instances – the big SUV and the floor renovation – I was a post-partum, sleep-deprived, and hormonal hot mess, so hopefully, I am less prone to repeat these errors now that our child bearing years are behind us (she grins sheepishly). 

God continued a work in our lives.
For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.  Phil 1:6

We began working with Russ Carroll, Dave Ramsey’s lead counselor.  We got on a gazelle budget like never before. We made changes we could live with for a few months - we cut the cable, cut the grocery budget, started couponing, ate out even less than before, and (gasp!) drastically cut our personal "fun" money!  (Why the heck do you think selling stuff on Craigslist has become my part-time job?  A girl has to fund her extras somehow!)

As a result, we paid off the last of that credit card and the remainder of non-mortgage debt in just the last six months.

I give credit to –
God.  He led our path, helped me change my views, and blessed our efforts.
Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, so that there may be food in My house, and test Me now in this,” says the Lord of hosts, “if I will not open for you the windows of heaven and pour out for you a blessing until it overflows.  Then I will rebuke the devourer for you, so that it will not destroy the fruits of the ground; nor will your vine in the field cast its grapes,” says the Lord of hosts.  Malachi 4:10-11

We know this is Old Testament teaching as a promise to Israel, but we believe He has fulfilled this promise in our lives.  Throughout these six years, despite our own shortcomings, we saw things happen in our financial lives that we know were the hand of God honoring our tithes and offerings. 

My husband. The man finds contentment more easily than I do.  He walked with me through what could have taken three consecutive years, but took three years of off/on “we like Dave Ramsey but don’t always do what he says” six years.  If you wonder why did he “let” me make these decisions, he spoke out each time, but as Dave says, “those who are convinced against their will are of the same opinion still.”  I had to learn through my mistakes.

Dave Ramsey. Through Financial Peace University, showing us the basic money principles that helped us budget wisely and hopefully change our family tree.


Thomas J. Stanley.  Our culture teaches us certain behaviors are associated with having wealth and most of us in the middle class emulate what we believe those behaviors are.  Reading Stanley's books (The Millionaire Next Door and Stop Acting Rich) made me realize I believed many things about wealthy people and their behaviors that are completely inaccurate.  Knowledge of his research findings with millionaires curbed my car obsession more than anything else - and for those of you who know my car obsession, this is a big stinking deal.

What’s next?
Pounding through Baby Step 3:  A fully-funded emergency fund of 3-6 months of expenses in the bank.   Emergencies happen and until we get this done, I don’t feel we can turn down the volume.  We’ve loosened the budget reins in a few areas, planned some celebrations, but this goal will define the next year or so of our life.  

All this to say, if I can be enabled to do this… anyone can.  I want financial freedom for everyone I know!


Dave Definitions
*A debt snowball is the term for baby step 2, where you list your debts smallest to largest and pay minimums on all, throwing any extra money at the smallest debt.  When the smallest debt is paid, you throw all of that money on to the next highest debt, until all are paid.

** Cash-flowing is the term for paying cash for things or services typically our culture tells us to finance.  In these instances, it can make sense to slow or stop the debt snowball to avoid accumulating additional debt.

Week 27 of 52 - Trading one hobby for another, maybe.

I ate peanut butter crackers and instant oatmeal in San Francisco and Seattle to buy her - a sweet cruiser bike with the coaster brakes, fat fenders, and white leather hand grips.  When I saw that bike, I knew I had to have it.  

So instead of dining in San Fran’s and Seattle’s finest, I ate my suitcase snacks, saving my travel money to help buy my cruiser.  And boy did I cruise.. that first summer.
 
Then I became a mom and I abandoned her.  My good intentions to buy a bike trailer never came to fruition.  Recently, I decided to get a telephoto lens and I literally bumped into her in the garage.  I admitted to myself this would be the fifth summer she hadn’t left her corner.  Selling her to buy the lens only made sense.

Today she left on someone else's bike rack... sold for less than she’s worth.  The bike shop owner warned me no one pays what a good used bike is worth.   And I already miss her.   Telling myself we were never a good match to start with, three gears were hardly enough.

So now I sit with money for my lens, finding myself looking at seven-speed bikes and trailers.  My husband says, “You’re weird.”  I’m sure the lens will prevail, but the freedom of two wheels on pavement sure does call my name in ways I can't explain.


The little guys - July Fourth weekend


Week 26 of 52 - The Year is Halfway Over!

Do you realize this week is the halfway point of 2011?   How are you doing with your New Year's Resolutions?  As I reflect on my 2011 Resolutions, I’ve learned this about being on a budget:
  1. 1.  I don’t miss The Learning Channel (TLC) as much as I expected after cutting the cable, but darned if I don’t wonder how my addicted friends are doing on A&E almost every Monday night.
  2. 2.  Buying coupons already clipped online saves my dear husband two trips to the local grocery store – once to buy the Sunday papers, once to return the ones missing their inserts.
  3. 3.  As it turns out, tracking where money went is not budgeting.  Telling money where to go is budgeting.
  4. 4.  Despite planning, inflation happens.  Gas, electricity, insurance, water, and food prices will increase.
  5. 5.  Inflation is not an excuse.  Plan anyway.
  6. 6.  Treating ear infections is not optional.  Pediatricians will rob a haircut budget in a heartbeat.
  7.  7.  Writing about being on a budget will never attract as much attention (or be as fun) as a vacation countdown or new car photos.
  8.  8.  Writing about being on a budget will make you think twice about doing something stupid with your money.  Similar to how keeping a food diary can make you stop at 2 cookies instead of 7. (Or at least make you want to break your pencil.)
  9.  9.  Combining checking accounts and communicating to your spouse about your budget will make money magically appear…and disappear from your slush fund.
  10. 10. Selling household items on Craigslist that no one else will miss can support a disappearing slush fund.
As for my photography, I’ve learned:
  1. 1.  I love having an excuse to play with my camera each week.
  2. 2.  People are smartly marketing to momtographers like me.  I will never be able to sell enough on Craigslist to keep up. 
  3. 3.  The more I learn about photography, the more I realize I need to learn. 
  4.  4.  People are smartly marketing to momtographers like me.  I don’t need all this stuff to make memories.
  5. 5.  My out-of-focus photo will always be just that – unfocused; my semi-clever editing is no disguise.
  6. 6.  Clean editing is more me than creative processing, back to learning the basics.
  7. 7.  People are smartly marketing to momtographers like me.  I may need an Intervention myself. 
  8. 8.  Finding a friend to critique my work - priceless. 
  9. 9.  No matter the exposure, tone, or focus, I will always treasure the imperfect photo more than one never taken.
  10. 10. Selling a telephoto lens doesn’t reduce the need for one.  Thankfully I have the red hair to find him in this photo.
  11.  

Happy Father's Day...

On this day, we celebrate dads and I have two reasons to celebrate.

 My own dad for starters. 
I could write a book of Dicky-isms and have most of what I need for living (besides the Bible of course).

He has a knack for calling it like he sees it.  Last year when I contemplated a 401k loan, his words rang in my ears, "You can't borrow your way out of debt."  I realized I needed to grow up, roll up my shirt sleeves, and truly eliminate debt, not just borrow from another source.

Calling it like he sees it extends to our personal characteristics.  From an early age, he told me, "You could argue with a fence post."  He was describing my innate ability to think and talk any particular topic to death.  A trait I've carried on into my adulthood, much to the delight of my husband.

He is one of the most generous people I know.  At times, he did with less to make sure we did with much.  Even as a young adult, he would slip up to me and say, "You need anything?" as he stuffed money in my hand before I made the drive back to Athens.  He may not have understood why I left my family, our mountains, and a full-time job to pursue a dream, but he went above and beyond to support my efforts.

My time in Athens ended with meeting my husband and now that we are parents, he rocks as a dad too.  I can think of several reasons, but three fun ones spring to mind:

1.  He makes sure we are well-fed.  Yes, I'm a dietitian who doesn't enjoy cooking. (Stop and ponder those implications for a moment.)  Thankfully Walt does enjoy cooking.  He was gone this weekend and we ate PBJs for three meals in two days.  We even ate them in the woods to "change it up" a bit.


2.  He thinks first of their comfort before fashion.  Samuel has been crawling in the yard in the last week. Walt dressed him in long shorts and high socks as he was concerned about his knees in our dry yard.


 3.  Whenever I don't want to play something, I can count on being able to say, "Oh, that's a game that daddy will LOVE to play with you."

Happy Father's Day guys!

Week 24 of 52 - Learning and Earning

Where is my sweet three-year old?   Healthy independence is good, but the times of outright defiance left me wondering if someone had replaced him with a very small teenager.  My instructions to come inside followed by:
“No.”
“I not want to.”
“I’m not your best friend,” to which I replied, “That’s right, I’m not your best friend, I’m your mother.”

“It’s just a phase,” I tried to tell myself. Several time-outs and spankings later, a friend suggested I include a reward system. Use popsicle sticks or stickers she said. Instead, I used what really excites him.

Coins. Yep, some who know his extended family might say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

So each day starts off with 5 pennies and 2 nickels in the “Keep” baggie. Each small infraction moves a penny to the “Lost” baggie. Each big infraction moves a nickel to the “Lost” baggie as well as his usual punishment.


It’s only been a week and we see some slight improvements. He eagerly picks up the toys at the chance to earn more coins.  He excitedly describes what he will buy with his money, “A teddy bear, a pink hoe for mommy, and blue hoe for me.” (He’s also very into digging in the flower beds with me.) 

We also see him learning the idea of forgiveness. He was so happy at the start of Day 2 when all the lost coins returned to the Keep baggie. Never mind that by 8:30 am, one of those coins found its way back to the Lost baggie.

A coin lost to bad behavior brings frustration, “Just throw them all in the trash. I don’t like my money.”

But oh how he loves putting the coins in his banks at the end of the day.

Week 23 of 52 - Happy Birthday Samuel

He was 19 days early. I couldn't believe he was really here.

We had been blessed with one son and after that time, we had learned another child would truly be a miracle for us… yet four months after the diagnosis, I was pregnant.

In the early hours of June 5th, I felt the undeniable labor pains.  A dear friend carted off a teary-eyed George at 1:30 am. We began the hour’s drive to the hospital.

Having already delivered one baby who almost came before my epidural did, I began mentioning my strong desire for pain medication as soon as I checked in.  The nurse giggled and reminded me she wasn't even sure I was in labor yet.

During the next 10 hours, I reminded everyone who entered my room (including any passerby glancing my direction) that my birthing plan included an epidural. Once my doctor confirmed I was in early labor, she broke my water to “move the process along."   She promised an epidural and said she would be back to deliver my baby later that day.  Sounded like a plan to me!

In the next 30 minutes, I…
  • Cursed the epidural that didn't come fast enough,
  • Prayed God would forgive me for cursing, and
  • Prayed for help delivering this baby.
My newborn son arrived before the doctor did and he hasn't slowed down since that time.  

We chose a music theme for his birthday...he loves clapping his hands to the rhythm.



 Yummy strawberry-filled cake from Cecilia's.  Definitely a new tradition for our birthdays.
 

Birthday boy was more subdued with his smash cake than I expected.


Big brother taking his turn at smashing the pinata (or pin-yata-ata as he said).

Thanks to my dear friend Meg, I'm actually in a photo!  We are very into sock monkeys...obviously.

Happy Birthday little guy, may I never forget the miracles of God.

Week 22 of 52 - Beach Vacation becomes Staycation...

Tell the truth, as the temps hit mid-nineties, you’ve thought about the beach this week, haven’t you?

I certainly have.  According to my family calendar, I’m on the North Carolina coast right now.  We had an opportunity to travel with Walt to a work conference.  I’ve looked forward to it for months.  

Free room, the only expenses would be gas and food.  As the time drew closer and gas prices inched higher, we realized the vacation would impact a bigger financial goal.  So we re-grouped and the beach vacation became staycation for me and the boys.

Once I adjusted to the reality, I unfurled my to-do list and realized the opportunity before me - to catch up!  Mounds of scrapbooking and photo editing were at the top of the list.  So for the first time ever, I sent the boys to the sitter’s house and stayed home to work on these projects. 

I had a pang when I told George that daddy was at the beach and he asked, “Why we not go?”  I told him we needed to save the money right now. He dug in his pocket, handed me some make-believe money, and said, “I’ve got money for the beach.” I fought the urge to grab a suitcase and hit the road at that very moment, and instead told him to wait; we would celebrate later this year.

A couple edits from a lovely couple's wedding that I worked on this week…