Miasmatic Review

Payback for cheering for the Bears.

I generally don’t talk about money on here, because I really don’t have any serious money problems. So my pissing and moaning about would just be stupid. I’m doing pretty well, I’m not bad off and I enjoy my lifestyle. So my bitching about not having the funds to spend a weekend with the wife in some secluded space just seems insulting to those that might have real financial concerns.

But not today, today I’m going to bitch about it, why? Because I have some pretty big expenses coming up, things that I need to pay and I am not about to start financing. Plus some things I can’t finance. I’m not worried as I have been saving all year and have the money to cover these expenses. So why am I going to start bitching about money?

I received a letter in the mail today. A very important letter. Maybe even the most important letter of my life. This is the kind of letter a lot of people hope to receive. Upon opening the mailbox I saw a letter with the official logo of the Green Bay Packers. It was thick, and very official looking. I was nervous as I thought I knew what this was. It was the notification that I was eligible for Packer Season Tickets.

I about had a mild coronary

The holy grail of tickets. The waiting list for these bad boys is legendary. They span generations. Then I looked at the price I was expected to pay and the first thing I thought was…. I could max a couple of credit cards. Then I thought I could not have that work done on the house I’ve been saving for. Finally I thought; I could sell one of the boys on the black market. Nope, I couldn’t do any of that. Between the seat tax and the rest of the expenses that go with it, there is almost no way I can afford these this year. Hell, I have to send in my letter saying I’m interested with $500.00 per seat as a deposit by the end of the month, and I may not even get the seats. But I would get the deposit back. But there is no way I would be able to pony up the money by the time the deadline was due if I got the tickets.

So I did the only thing I could think of, I called my father. He’s a bigger Packer fan then I am. I’m trying to talk him into going halvsies with me.