Because if it were easy, I wouldn't have a blog.
Today I journeyed to the DMV with borrowed money to get a new title for my car.
Since I'm trying to improve myself, I read "The Total Money Makeover" while I waited at the DMV. Of course Dave Ramsey (the author) would say how borrowing money kills relationships. Hmm. Sorry, Dad, we'll never be close, I guess.
Anyway. After waiting about an hour my number gets called. I take my completed form up to Counter #9, and behold! My dad is the legal owner of my car. I can't get a title. Oh, and once I get him to sign the form, it'll take four weeks for the new title to get to me. So I can't sell my car for four weeks. UGH.
The good news, I guess, is I can give the money back to my dad and then not borrow from him again.
But I really, really want to sell my car. It feels like a need. I need to sell my car. I'm thinking of all the money I'll save not paying for gas and how fit I'll get riding my bike and I realize that I could just stop driving my car and start riding my bike. Hmmm.
To console myself over this annoying roadblock, I'm finally transferring my files from my old desktop to my laptop so I can sell the desktop. I'm not expecting to get much for it--it's almost 6 years old--but if I can get a couple hundred that would be good. It works fine, has a wireless card, but it doesn't have much memory and they don't make the memory cards for it anymore. Craig's List again! Huzzah!
I am contemplating selling more of my personal library, although that seems very sad and almost pointless--I will probably buy the books later, right? Or will I? Do I need Nabokov's ficionalized autobiography or Shel Silverstein's poetry? Do I need my textbooks from massage school? Will I ever actually read the Koran? How many Bibles does one need? Or shoes, for that matter? I currently own seven pairs of boots--three brown, two black, one white, and hiking. I have four pairs of tennis shoes. And the five boxes of fabric? Well, I better start sewing.
Alright. Time to transfer some more files and create an ebay account for old textbooks. Hopefully this all works.
Since I'm trying to improve myself, I read "The Total Money Makeover" while I waited at the DMV. Of course Dave Ramsey (the author) would say how borrowing money kills relationships. Hmm. Sorry, Dad, we'll never be close, I guess.
Anyway. After waiting about an hour my number gets called. I take my completed form up to Counter #9, and behold! My dad is the legal owner of my car. I can't get a title. Oh, and once I get him to sign the form, it'll take four weeks for the new title to get to me. So I can't sell my car for four weeks. UGH.
The good news, I guess, is I can give the money back to my dad and then not borrow from him again.
But I really, really want to sell my car. It feels like a need. I need to sell my car. I'm thinking of all the money I'll save not paying for gas and how fit I'll get riding my bike and I realize that I could just stop driving my car and start riding my bike. Hmmm.
To console myself over this annoying roadblock, I'm finally transferring my files from my old desktop to my laptop so I can sell the desktop. I'm not expecting to get much for it--it's almost 6 years old--but if I can get a couple hundred that would be good. It works fine, has a wireless card, but it doesn't have much memory and they don't make the memory cards for it anymore. Craig's List again! Huzzah!
I am contemplating selling more of my personal library, although that seems very sad and almost pointless--I will probably buy the books later, right? Or will I? Do I need Nabokov's ficionalized autobiography or Shel Silverstein's poetry? Do I need my textbooks from massage school? Will I ever actually read the Koran? How many Bibles does one need? Or shoes, for that matter? I currently own seven pairs of boots--three brown, two black, one white, and hiking. I have four pairs of tennis shoes. And the five boxes of fabric? Well, I better start sewing.
Alright. Time to transfer some more files and create an ebay account for old textbooks. Hopefully this all works.
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