I’m eating for 1.19 a meal.

Something i’ve learned about myself in my few short weeks of financial independence (that in itself is funny because i sure don’t feel independent by any means) is how unbelievable thrifty/cheap I am. This could be due to the fact that I grew up the son of Michael Adams, possibly the cheapest (in most areas, not in the case of discount dvd sales (i dont believe he has ever made a trip to best buy/fry’s without returning with another “classic” aka 3.99 dvd that never quite made it to the big screen),or in the area of seeing friends with something cool i.e. dvd, big tv, lcd, blu-ray, imac, etc) individual I know. He has taught the value of saving money, and always points out friends of his that have absolutely no ability to retire and will be working well into their 90’s. I’m almost convinced he winced when he first learned he was having a daughter because it’s the bride’s duty (more often then not, the bride’s parents) to fund the wedding. So everyone should give him a pat on the back for opening up the wallet (however slightly) for my sisters wedding. But this isn’t about him, this is about me and my lack of ability to spend money.

Example, on sunday night I made a large (like 7 servings large) pot of spaghetti, and then split up evenly into plastic containers and put them in the fridge. Voila, i have lunch (albeit a bit bland as my cooking abilities are still a work in progress) every day this week. The spaghetti along with apple sauce, and MAYBE if i’m feeling a little spendy (spendy isn’t a word but seems to describe the mood perfectly) i’ll throw in some peanut butter crackers. Total cost: about 1.19 a meal (the apple sauce is actually what skewed everything, it was really low before that). Constantly married co-workers (from byu, which explains the “married” part) ask me why i bring me lunch, because once i get married thats all i’m ever going to do (they implied leftovers). They were more or less calling me cheap, but i’m calling myself opportunistic and trying to hide assets before i (this is a BIG assumption on my part) settle down with a wife.

Funny story about hiding assets, so as everyone that reads this (i think there’s 2, but uncomfirmed reports of a 3rd AND 4th reader has me jumping for joy) knows that I live with a married couple. Well that married couple happens to be my sister and her husband (whenever i tell people my living situation, i am always careful to say ‘i live with a married couple’ without initially qualifying it because I like the looks i get from people who think i’m living with a random married couple). Well sometimes me and said married couple, like to go places togethor (primarily out to eat) and during one of our adventures, Jared (the husband) were talking about the ridiculousness of divorce, mainly the fact that women (generally) have economic incentive to get divorced. Lets be honest, all religious beliefs aside, there IS economic incentive to divorce. Even if he doesn’t agree to it, she’s still entitled to half of everything even if she brought no income/assets to the marriage. This goes both ways, stay at home dads have the same incentive, well actually they dont because they’d have to go to work and lose the whole ’stay at home dad’ thing. So somehow we got to the point where Jared gave a great monologue that really caught us both (me and rebekah) off guard:

“Obviously you need a good lawyer, and if you know that a divorce is coming you start hiding assets. First you go and buy a Rhodesian passport because that country doesn’t exist and you can buy those passports as novelty items, and for an extra fee they will set it with your name and picture, or any name of your choosing. Then you go open an off shore bank account, the suisse privacy laws aren’t as strict as they used to be so you’re better off going to the carribean where they are more then happy to help hide your money. You use your new Rhodesian to open the account, because they generally have no idea that Rhodesia is no longer a country. Then when she goes to get half, your half suddenly isn’t that big (that she can find).”

Hahaha I definitely paraphrased that, but in original context was one of the funniest things I’ve heard, mainly because of the look my sister was giving him the entire time. 

Her only response: “I see you’ve thought about that”.

hahahahahhaa.