On 9/9/09 Dave Ramsey had a sale for his tickets to his live events. $9.99 each. So I bought two. Now for those of you who don't know who Dave Ramsey is stop reading this and go to
http://www.daveramsey.com/.
Basically he has a philosphy about money. One that we have applied to our finances at the CheeriO house and God has truely blessed us for it. Are we perfect? No. Do we slip up? Absolutely. But we just get ourselves back on track. "Baby steps" as Dave likes to call it. We've been debt free for awhile. (Except for our house) That has been nice. Paid cash for our vehicles. That has been nice too. But there has also been plenty of sacrifices. For starters when I was pregnant with Rowyn we sold my cute little red Acura Integra which we were upside down in and had to pay the difference and I drove a beater. By beater I mean we called it our Dave mobile. Our debt free car that only some times started. That was ok although having to leave at 3:30 in the morning to get to work 30 minutes away not sure if I was going to make it there was sometimes worrisome, especially since we got rid of my cell phone at the time. (Another expense to cut). We were intense about it. Once I had Rowyn we still drove that mold growing, window leaking thing. Only now I had a new born that screamed 24/7. Not great when you have a screaming baby and the car won't start to get you home.
That is just a small portion of our whole story so far. We have made a few sacrifices. But walking in to buy that Tahoe with cash was great. Putting money into my kids college fund feels good too. All of this to say, I LOVE DAVE RAMSEY!
So I thought buying these tickets would be a great chance for Ben and I to get that "gazelle intesity" that Dave often inspires. Only, work had been slow and Ben finally got something to do that weekend. So I took my mom. We drove all the way to Portland, leaving early (of course) only to get there and....I forgot the tickets on the fridge! AHHHH!
As I stood there trying not to cry in front of 9,000 people (and my mother trying not to laugh at me because she knew I would have taken her down right there), my mind raced. We didn't have enough time to drive back home and get the tickets. Larry McKinley had given me his address in Vancouver. Maybe I could drive to his house to print them off. I just stood there. My eyes welling up with tears. I called Ben, "Do NOT leave the house. I am going to see if you can fax them the tickets. Pray that it will work." It wasn't that chilly that day. But I had worked myself up into a cold shiver. Finally the doors opened. And wouldn't you know it, they had roll call. After I spew my life story onto this poor lady as I fight back tears she looks at me blankly, "Your name?" "Ummmm" I quiver, "Lacy Orser," I answer almost as a question. "Here is your packet." PHEW. We made it!
The food was gross, the coffee was awfull. But Dave was awesome! I had fun, and it was great to get excited again. Next time Ben definitely has to come.