Back in June when I was employed, I was doing fairly well for for my wife and myself (and our dogs and our bird). You know, the typical $125,000.00 base salary, thousands of shares of what turned out to be worthless equity, health insurance, retirement fund, etc. And as such, I have never been frugal preferring to buy the best that I could afford and I considered myself generous, helping out family and friends when they needed cash with the exception of my alcoholic and junky friends; I mean, doesn't everyone have their own drunk or junky?
Now still unemployed and further in debt, I find that I am eating less, keeping those little condiments that come with the meals that my father-in-law brings to us. I'm finding myself almost fanatical about turning out unnecessary lights and other electricity guzzling devices. In fact if it were not for my wife insisting that we live with at least some indoor lights and a few energy driven amenities, I would be very content sitting in my comfy chair in the darkness of night reading my books by the light of a candle, and, because of my wife's predilection for candles, I will not wont for light.
As luck would have it, my wife and I are now completely destitute, living off of love and the precious remaining morsels that still remain in our pantry. But there is a New Hope. It is a period of civil war. Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their...
Anyway. We put our remaining savings, a few small loans from our respective families, and our faith in the tireless beast of commerce, that ever churning machine of hope (and despair), the United States Bank System. Why? For reasons that have left our families as well as us worried and wondering, we've purchased a small, local business. Indeed, we are now the proud proprietors of a local Scrapbooking Supplies store (shameless advertising forthcoming).
When you visit the site, please do not judge me, my wife or the prior owner (a friend) so harshly. I'm taking over the domain, I have a server and, with my very talented, scrapbooking mama of a wife, we will breath new life into it. But hey, let me know what you think.
Because Scrapbooker's Dream is local and because we don't yet sell online, it might simply be for you an idle curiosity, much as this cool new-fanggled thing called a map is a curiosity. I mean, what will they think of next?...
Okay. So I was going to put a google map widget here pointing to the store. Alas. I know not how.