(March 21, 2014 at 11:06 am)Ivy Wrote: I remember back in the day...
when I lived with my parents, they were church planters, meaning we'd move around, start churches from scratch, leave a leader, move again. All our money was to help those in need. We couldn't afford new socks. Everything I owned was mostly second hand, and when it wasn't, it was third.
Once I left home (around age 16), all my money was spent like this:
-10% for church
-another portion for the church offering platter on Sundays, Wednesdays, and Fridays
-a little bit for lunch and whiskey
-the rest for my mom
Now everything goes for my kids. I might be dressing less and less spectacular, but my kids sure do look spiffy. If I'm lucky I get to squeeze in some beer. I start a job soon that I had been stalking for a few years, and finally got. Hopefully, I will squeeze in some more beer after savings.
Your family sounds like it was a well intentioned virus.
You can fix ignorance, you can't fix stupid.
Tinkety Tonk and down with the Nazis.
