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Debt, hate it

Early this year Riddick and I took a Dave Ramsey class. Loved it!

After being married to a man who was financially a hurricane, true story, they way he could spend was a force of nature, I am grateful that Riddick and I have the same views on finances.

But I do have some debt leftover from my previous marriage. So our goal has been to tackle that debt and keep our life together free of debt and on a cash only basis.

We work hard to stick to our budget, even though I think it's hard for Pinkie and Ironman to understand that at times. In general it's difficult for lots of people to understand what and why we do it.

You know the whole "Live like no one else, so later you can live like No One else", is hard to explain to people who don't budget and have never faced the burden of debt. I feel rushed in grocery stores when I bust out my coupons and my cash from my envelope, as opposed to just swiping the debit card. But I pray for courage in all things I do, and trust that it will come.

Riddick and I are off on a road trip for the weekend, to a destination that is free to us, and offered graciously by our like minded, no money wastin friends...thank God!

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