As I write this I’m 31 years old and I’m dying.No, I’m not sick. I’m not fatally wounded. I’m just human and humans die. My dad just did, he was 57 years old.Now, I’m not trying to be a downer. I love life. I’m grateful for my health. But I know, one unknown day, my time on Earth will end. I will die and I’m generally okay with that.Guess what? You will, too.
Earlier this year I launched an experiment to come up with easy ways save money.What do I mean by “easy ways to save money?” Well, anything requiring meaningful change is hard…especially if you’re in a relationship and it’s more than just you changing.People don’t like to change.So, specifically, I set out to see if I could find way ways to save $1000 over the course of a year (in addition to all the other savings we do) WITHOUT making any changes to the lifestyle Andrea and I have grown used…read more
A few months ago I was helping a good friend of mine shop for wedding rings. He was marrying another long-time friend of mine and they had the big parts of their wedding handled (venue, date, guest list…) But, they still had some details left to work out, like picking wedding rings.My friend told me what he was looking for, I told him about my ring, and gave him some other ideas. Then just for fun, I sent him an article about a guy who hand-forged his own wedding ring…read more
One Friday a few weeks ago Andrea and I decided to go for a couple’s massage. While waiting in the “Tranquility Room,” a massage-y way of saying waiting room, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation another couple was having. Maybe it was my brief stint doing Intelligence work for the US government and the CIA guys I knew rubbing off on me, but I just couldn’t tune this couple out. As best as I could figure, the boyfriend/husband had just lost his job or something right before coming in…read more
Andrea and I just got back from a wonderful, much needed vacation. It wasn’t the most relaxing trip, though if I’m honest. There were no drinks with umbrellas in them, cabana boys, or even cabanas. And we certainly didn’t catch up on sleep. Instead, we kicked off the trip by waking up at 3am.Normally, I don’t like waking up early. Even though I’ve been getting up before the buttcrack of dawn for over a decade, it’s still a struggle. Most days the snooze button is my friend. But not this…read more