I went for a really short and almost pointless 2 mile run(ish) this morning. I wasn't in the mood. I didn't want to go out there at all, but I had some frustration and mild anxiety to work out. It helped a little, I guess.
We dropped Brad off at the airport a few hours ago and he will be gone until the 11th, then we move on the 17th. It was like being hit in the face with a reality bat. It's here and it's happening now.
I just got my first credit card in almost 10 years. I'm a little afraid of it. Brad and I were both reckless and irresponsible in our youth, thus we both screwed up our first credit cards. I think Brad got his card in the mail and went straight out to buy his truck a new set of "rims". "20's" at that. It looked almost exactly like this. It was lowered like that too, with those air bags that make it go up an down. I'm not sure if he's still proud of that time in his life.
For many years we couldn't get credit cards because of our history, but I think it turned out to be a bit of a blessing. For a long time, our mortgage was the only debt we had since we shared one paid off vehicle. Even after our credit cleared up enough that we could get cards, we opted not to. With Brad's new job he'll be traveling and getting reimbursed for a lot of expenses and it makes more sense to use a credit card. Plus, it's good for our credit (if we can keep from being dumb asses).
-Hugh Jass amounts of debt