It's that time of year

For a yard sale. What the heck--It's late and I'm up...I might as well get some thoughts out of my head and out onto the blog so the entire universe ('cause everyone is looking) can peak into my life.

THE FOLLOWING IS DEDICATED TO
DAVE RAMSEY:

Dear Dave,

You have no idea who I am. That's cool--just hear me out. My husband and I attended your Live event at the E center (Utah) a few weeks ago. It was inspiring and entertaining and fun. It was extremely informative. My husband and I have gotten CRAZY excited to get our financial life in order. Since part of your advise for baby step #1 is to start selling everything so that your kids think they're next--we are having a dang yard sale. But I'm dragging my feet a bit.

Do you really expect me to part with all my adorable baby clothes? Some of them were only worn once! Some of those burp cloths were only puked on twice! Some of those toys were NEVER even played with. Plus, they smell like my baby boy (who is now almost 3). It's just not right that somebody else will get to play house and dress their dolls up in his clothes. He's probably WAY cuter than them anyway.

What about my head gear? I wore top and bottom head gear for THREE years. Shoot, I probably shouldn't tell people that. Do people even buy stuff like that? That is disgusting. Moving on...

I have these great slipcovers for our couches. They are gorgeous and sturdy. What if someday my child stops bouncing all over the couches like a jungle gym and we can actually use them again without having to readjust them every 5 seconds? Should I really get rid of them? Even if they stink like farts?

I have issues selling books at yard sales. I have tons of them, but how would you feel knowing YOUR book was being sold at a yard sale? How would it make you feel to know that they didn't need you anymore? And that you're wisdom is only worth a freaking dollar? Am I a bad person if I sell books written by LDS authors? Do you even know what LDS means? The stress is mounting.

I found these mylar bags for storing water in. In the event of an emergency, I'm sure they'd be useful. But after 4 years of marriage we still haven't even put water in them, and I'm pretty sure they wouldn't survive a calamity where they are being stored. I'm sure they would have sold better right before "Y2K" but we're a few (8) years late for that. Are people going to judge me if I sell them? If I call your radio show, are you going to tear me to shreds? I'm scared.

Dave, these are the things that will keep me up tonight. Sure, we all want financial freedom--but if I need therapy after this, what if I have to take out a loan to pay for it? Won't that essentially be your fault? Can I just send you the bill? Who do you bank with? Are they nice?

What's your favorite color? Just curious.

And finally, I just want you to know that if this thing bombs--you are dead meat. Do you know how much work goes into these things? The organizing, pricing, advertising, and then the torture of interacting with strangers all day in the hot sun while pretending to listen to why they only want to pay $4 instead of $5 for that DVD case. Why are people bartering? We aren't in Mexico!

Best of luck to you (as if you need it) making your millions of dollars. We are well on our way--because we, my friend, are having a YARD SALE.

Sincerely,
Me