I said it before. I was getting a handle on my finances. I changed houses, reorganized debt, changed the way I was doing things, didn't rely on my renters for money. I was doing well.
"Was" is the operative word.
Like everything in my life, I dove into my finances with determination. I budgeted and planned and wrote things down. And then... I moved, I got sick, I got busy (mind out of the gutter!), I got distracted. I got... out of control. Again.
And now I am here. Weeks before Christmas retructuring things again. Realizing I can't save as much as I hoped. That I have to start changing things again. That I'm a shopaholic of the worst sense. That I don't make $85,000 a year.
Or even half that.
And I'm going to get yelled at. I'm aware of that. But Janice had an idea and I may have to integrate it into my budgeting plan. Before I make any purchase (maybe over $30) I have to get it okayed by Ky. She's the cheapest person I know. Next to Grandma.