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Since we discovered we are having a boy, my husband and I have been arguing over names. We have agreed on precisely…
None of them.
My dad is my hero so naturally I wanted to name the kid after him… or after my brothers… or after my grandfathers. Something to honor the truly great men in my life.
Despite my best suggestions, my husband shoots down my ideas and keeps coming back to one name – Cash.
Is it because of our newfound lifestyle of paying cash for everything? After our promise to remain debt free forever?
Nope.
The guy is seriously obsessed with Johnny Cash.
I called my sisters for some support on the issue and they meekly said they happened to like the name. Thinking my husband had somehow poisoned the well or bribed my sisters, I asked the TSA officer at the airport while she was giving me a 20 minute security pat down. She, who named each of her kids after band members from the Beatles, supported my husband.
I’m losing the battle and, don’t tell my husband but… Cash is slowly starting to grow on me.
If I ever meet Dave Ramsey, I’ll swear Cash is after the lifestyle, not the singer.
As an afterthought, my husband said, ‘At least I didn’t suggest we name him Sue’
“A Boy Named Sue” by Johnny Cash
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn’t leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don’t blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me “Sue.”
Well, he must o’ thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a’ lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I’d get red
And some guy’d laugh and I’d bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain’t easy for a boy named “Sue.”
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I’d roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I’d search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I’d stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me “Sue.”
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother’d had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: “My name is ‘Sue!’ How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!”
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a’ gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I’ve fought tougher men
But I really can’t remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin’ at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: “Son, this world is rough
And if a man’s gonna make it, he’s gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn’t be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you’d have to get tough or die
And it’s the name that helped to make you strong.”
He said: “Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn’t blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I’m the son-of-a-$&%*$ that named you “Sue.’”
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
My husband in clueless.
Sure, he’s a brilliant guy. He’s finishing his business degree where he specializes in management and finance yet…
He’s clueless about the nuts and bolts of our finances.
He participates in our ‘Family Finance’ meetings and he contributes ideas as to what our next steps should be but when it comes to the actual account numbers or even knowing where our accounts are, he has absolutely no idea.
This may come as a surprise (ha ha) but I LOVE managing our finances. I love obsessing about the tidiness of our bills. Ask, and I can probably quote any account number and any balance from memory. Heck, I can tell you the names of every teller at our bank and what ‘specials’ they are running this month.
Thanks to the time obligations required by school, my husband can’t possibly know everything about every account. Plus, he doesn’t really care anyway. That’s not his thing – and I’m OK with that. A big problem presents itself about this set up – if I should pass away unexpectedly, how would he manage?
Judging by the fact that he said, ‘Our second mortgage isn’t with B of A?’ last night, I’m guessing he’d struggle.
Dave Ramsey suggests we all assemble Legacy Drawers. Drawers that contain all the pertinent information including our wills, health insurance information, auto insurance information, etc. Yes, it’s a bit morbid, but we’re all going to die someday.
Help out your spouse (or ask your spouse to help YOU out) and create a Legacy Drawer.
Go to Dave Ramsey’s Legacy Drawer page for help on what to gather. Do it now!
We had our Financial Peace University class on Sunday. I found it incredibly difficult to share the reason we were gone for last three sessions.
Admitting we had taken a family vacation to Europe is the equivalent of telling your Alcoholics Anonymous sponsor you spent the last two and a half weeks downing bottles of Jameson.
They weren’t exactly receptive to the idea.
We explained that this was likely the last and only time we would have the opportunity to go with our family and we funded the trip fully with cash.
But still, they weren’t happy about it.
I started to get annoyed and then realized, isn’t that the point of FPU accountability? Isn’t that the reason for the class?
No, I wouldn’t have changed my decision to go… but you can bet I won’t be strolling into class with a new sweater or a cup of Starbucks anytime soon.
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