Team Kollar

My husband keeps sending me Dave Ramsey emails and videos as a not-so-subtle hint. Apparently there is some kind of economic crisis going on. I try not to think about it because I like happy thoughts . But I do get that regardless of the country's financial situation, we are in full-time Christian work and though it is incredibly satisfying, it's not a get-rich scheme. At least, it better not be. So, I will attempt to make my man (and Dave Ramsey) proud this holiday season.

First, I started "saving money" by going shopping on Black Friday. The honest truth is that I do this as much for the adventure of it as for the bargains. Funny how any other day of the year I have to practically be dragged out of bed, but the day after Thanksgiving I hop out of bed at 4am with no trouble at all. It's such a fun time to be with my sisters. Now my older nieces have joined in on the action. We appreciate having them help to "box out" when needed. Actually, all the shoppers I encountered were very pleasant this year. I guess everyone was enjoying the bond of consumerism and the patriotism of trying to stimulate the economy. Below is a picture of my kids in their $4 track suits I scored from Wal-Mart. It's a good thing they were so cheap since they attract dog hair like crazy.

Second I promise, in the name of good stewardship, not to beg for a new Christmas tree. Our hand-me-down tree is rather pathetic. Let's use the euphemism "quirky". It's crooked and only some of the pre-lit lights actually live up to their name. It would be perfect in a home in "Who-ville". But I'm sure Dave Ramsey doesn't think I need a new tree. And I know my husband doesn't. So I will be content and remember that a quirky tree is probably the best tree for this crazy family.

Third, I will refuse to listen to the voice that tells me to buy more for my kids. Sometimes it is just a whisper and other times it is a strong, convincing voice not dissimilar to the guy who does the ShamWow commercials. My love language is gifts. I love giving them almost as much as I love getting them. Just being honest. This reality makes it hard for me at gift-giving occasions to ignore the desire to shower my kids with gifts and revel in the joy that brings them. I'm not saying I'm going to become a scrooge. I'm just attempting to tame the beast. If I succeed, I don't think it will only be my husband who thanks me. Maybe someday my kids will as well. I hope they grow to treasure Jesus more than anything. That's what I want for myself too!

Now if I could just stop wasting money by washing loads twice because I've let them sit and mold in the washing machine for days on end.