First, I'd like to thank all my friends who came to my karaoke birthday celebration. For those that couldn't make it, I've posted the above video so you can still have fun singing. These Boots are Made for Walking is an extra fun karaoke song, and I urge you to sing it right now. Especially if you are currently in your place of employment. The more people that hear you, the more thrilling karaoke singing becomes.
Special thanks to Becca and Cara who won the 50/50 draw at the random fundraiser that was going on while we were there. They shared their winnings with me AND paid the tab. I know the old adage says "Money Can't Buy Happiness" but that was probably written by somebody rich. It certainly increased my happiness to be in the black at the end of the night!
So just for fun, I've compiled a list of things that money CAN buy, that would make me happier:
A second bathroom
I'm sure that when I'm naked, all ready to step into the shower, the kids would still be banging at the door. At least with a second bathroom, I could yell at them to use the downstairs toilet. So many times I have opened the door only to realize that they didn't have to pee, they just wanted to say hi.
Full disclosure: I am going to the Dominican in January for my sister's wedding. It is sure to be a fun vacay, but the money used to pay for it is causing much stress on both my mind and my credit. The more stress I have, the more I need vacations, but since money troubles cause the most stress it's a big catch 22. If I was someone with more disposable income I would take trips at least twice a year. Once with and once without children. Make that once a month.
My family eats, yes. But when I choose chicken over steak or lobster, I want it to be because I feel like chicken. Eating out would be nice too, without feeling the guilt over spending money we don't have.
I want to go shopping and buy myself a whole new wardrobe. Somehow a couple of shirts off the clearance rack isn't enough for me anymore. Nothing says sexy like a ten-year-old pair of pants with a broken zipper.
My mom had a cleaning lady for a brief period when I was in high school. I hated it. She would spend the whole time cleaning my bedroom and I would never be able to find anything afterwards. Now I would sell my kidney if someone would do my dishes and laundry on a regular basis.
I love school and if I had the money I would pick up an extra degree in...well...anything. I could be a doctor! Or an astronaut! If only I had the money to learn how.
When I was a teenager I kept $1000 in my bank account and began to feel anxious if it dipped below $900. If I had $900 in my bank account right now I would go on that shopping spree.