meet the intentionally pennyless caveman blogger

Daniel Suelo lives in a cave. Unlike average American—wallowing in credit-card debt, clinging to a mortgage, terrified of the next downsizing at the office—he isn't worried about the economic crisis. That's because he figured out that the best way to stay solvent is to never be solvent in the first place. Nine years ago, in the autumn of 2000, Suelo decided to stop using money. He just quit it, like a bad drug habit.

I'm not saying this guy has it all "figured out." But, I do believe he does have several notions well cornered. It's worth the read and you asking yourself some questions about the role money plays in your life.

Do you allow it to serve others or do you serve it?

Click here for the rest of the story. Click here to read his blog.

down the rabbit hole you go

Click on the movie poster to watch the trailer. It wouldn't embed properly.

When something's crazy. Like really craZZZzzzy! How do you make it crazier (read crazier in this case as awesomer)?

Decide to remake Alice in Wonderland.

Hire Tim Burton to direct it.

Hire Johnny Depp as the Madhatter.

And, make it in 3D!!!

"I'm late / I'm late / For a very important date. / No time to say 'Hello.' / Goodbye. / I'm late, I'm late, I'm late."

eaves(ment)dropping

Ever sold your house? Ever tried to sell your house and couldn't. Ever tried to sell your house for a really long time?! The later is about where we fall right now. Mr. Blonde has written about this a bit before.

Trying to sell a house and not doing so begs the question: Why?...or...Why Not? might be more accurate.

In rhetoric response to said question, we wondered, "I wish it was just as easy as hearing them talk while they're in our house...hmmm...like when we listen to hear if Boatboy's awake from his nap yet...hmmm...WAIT A MINUTE!"

Commence Project House Monitor.

/ book next showing
/ ensure baby monitor is charged
/ ensure speaker unit is on in house
/ pull into neighbor's driveaway and hope client(s) don't see you and reception is clear

Imaginary conversations have gone as follows...

Client to his Wife: "This yard is incredible!"

Imaginary response from Mr. and Mrs. Blonde: "Yep. It sure is."

Client to her Husband: "This kitchen has a ton of cabinets!"

Imaginary response from Mr. and Mrs. Blonde: "Yes. There sure are."

Client to their Realtor: "You think this house is priced to high?" Realtor in response to Client: "Yes."

Imaginary response from Mr and Mrs: "Oh really? Have you pulled comps in the area? Our cost per foot is right on par and we've upgraded everything in the place since we bought it!"

Client to her Husband: "Gosh this master bedroom is small."

Imaginary response from Mr and Mrs: "Any smaller than the measurements you already saw on the MLS listing? We actually had that information drafted up in English language and used numbers that aren't fake."

Client to his Wife: "Oh, honey, this would be the absolute perfect house if only the crawl space entry was just 1 foot further south. Let's check out that cute little bungalow down the street..."
Imaginary response from Mr to Mrs: "I'm going to kill him!"

/ angrily jumps out of van sprinting for the front door with an open utility knife in hand.....

Alright, alright!...that's one's fake.

The jury is still out on Project House Monitor. We didn't learn anything. We haven't sold our house. But, it was pretty fun. Oh, and if we're showing you our house sometime soon -- We're listening.

an unexpectant gift

Tonight while playing frantically in the yard with Mr. Blonde, LA paused between walnut throws into the creek - hugged Mr. Blonde's leg, looked up at him and said, "I like to be close to you because I love you." Then, threw another walnut in the creek.