One-minute Finances Two steps to how I manage my money. 1: Direct deposit. 2: Let the wife handle all our money. Ahhhh…success! Next post: How to ask my wife for lunch money.

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“Shotgun!” Back in the day (yes, I just said that), when it was time to go somewhere, you’d quickly call “shotgun” to get the front passenger seat. It was a quick form of victory. If you weren’t driving, then being the co-pilot was the next best spot in the vehicle. Though playing the seniority card…

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We’ve finally come to the point that it’s nearly impossible to not offend someone, simply by the fact that we exist and have our own thoughts and beliefs. As I look at the world, I get dizzy from the innate need to shake my head. I do this so frequently now that I’ve smartly decided…

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Do you have the right to give advice about a topic if you’re not a guru in that field? This is something that I think about most every time I begin writing a new post. If you don’t know me, then maybe you would consider the fact that I am a master of the field…

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Are you an optimist, a realist, or a pessimist? Did you smile and shrug? (optimist) Did you contemplate the question? (realist) Did you shake your head, knowing this will end badly? (pessimist) My wife is an optimist. No matter the situation, she tends to give people the benefit of the doubt. Me, I tend to…

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I love taking road trips. It’s something about disconnecting from the world for a short time and having some time to myself. I actually enjoy the time in the car, cruising at four miles per hour over the speed limit. My kids tease me when I comment on a car that flies by, “there goes…

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My home is my Castle, in many traditional senses of what a Castle represents. My Castle stands as a means of protection from the outside world for my family. Our Castle is intended to be the one place where they could recharge, recover, and gain the physical and mental strength to go back out and…

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I love my wife. I love my kids. I love my grandkids. How do they know? I tell them. I was raised in a very traditional home. My father worked at this his job outside the home. My mother was a housewife and took care of us kids. For this I am thankful. Nothing replaces the…

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One thing I’m learning down this road of life (a little too cliche?), is that my time is becoming more critical — and less bounteous — the older I get. For you statisticians, let’s do the math… Birth to 85 Years (I’ll take it) = 744,600 hours 50 Years old to 85 Years = 306,600…

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My house is slowly turning into an anti-arthritis cabin. What? Hold on, I’ll explain. I grew up in Alaska as a kid — even graduated high school from there — and it was cold (I know, thank you Capt. Obvious). I remember it hitting 40 below zero, without wind, but it was a dry cold,…

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