I found the most adorable dress. I wanted it so badly, but the conversation that followed was eye opening.
"Get the dress, it looks amazing on you."
"Where am I ever going to wear it?"
"Maybe we should go on a cruise or something."
"We can't go on a cruise, we get sea sick and the babies will forget us if we are gone that long"
"Then I'll take you to a fancy restaurant."
long pause
"I can't eat at a fancy restaurant unless they serve chicken nuggets with ranch."
There have been a dozen more moments just like that one in Vegas.
and I wanted to share them with you……
but I sat down here to write and tell you all about things that rich people do and know, that I will NEVER learn or appreciate,…
and I found this comment in my SPAM folder and have decided to share IT with you instead.
Somebody named BETH with a bogus Yahoo account said this-
Dad should have told you NOT to tell everyone how much things cost, that is the mark of trash in any color. Also you don’t own the house, or the furniture, so it’s not yours to brag about.
I get to add TRASHY to my long list of attributes.
Question for the rest of you that found the humor in my previous post….
Did it sound like I was bragging?
Do any of you own your house or does the bank?
Why does Beth think I don't own my furniture?
Am I bragger? I don't want to be a bragger. I do think I might brag about my man and my kids…..
I hate that the subject of money can't be discussed on this blog.
Guess what? I live just like the rest of you.
PAYCHECK TO PAYCHECK
But if I didn't, and I had mega millions in an offshore account and I wanted to write about it… shouldn't I be able to?
Having money doesn't change ME. I am still and always will be Sandi. I have a lot of WT in me and I am happy about it.
I don't know the first thing about Versace or Louis Vuitton.
I will never in a hundred million years eat caviar or, for that matter, three fourths of the shit that I have seen on the menus in these restaurants.
I don't know squat about art unless it's something my own children have drawn.
I will never eat cheese that doesn't come from a processing factory like Kraft. (Preferably in a cellophane wrapper.)
Here is another story for you.
Brandon and I were looking at ten million dollar homes a few years back and the realtor offered us some water.
I accepted.
What he served me brought tears to my eyes. (not the good kind)
i swear to God he was trying to kill me.
What he brought me was bottled pellegrino. I think the RICH drink it. To me it's alka seltzer in a bottle. That is the Gods honest truth.
I swore then and and there to NEVER be "RICH." Having money would be fine, but I only want enough to blow five hundred at TARGET, or a couple thousand at Disneyland. I would never turn into a "RICH" person. It just plain and simply wasn't and isn't who I am.
I know this post is all over the place, but I have to end it with a song.
It's my current favorite and totally applicable.
Make me RICH and I will give it away. Give me money and I'll adopt a few more kids, but I will NEVER buy a Ferrari or blow it on goat cheese.