Argh, I feel like I should be writing more!
Working on my novel.
Writing blog posts.
Writing emails to my best friend.
And what am I doing? Sleeping, mostly. And doing homework. Bookkeeping, by the way is DEAD boring. Probably VERY useful. The DB already has gotten excited as it means I might start paying more attention to our finances.
It's not that I'm one of those women who waves their hands about in the air and says "oh, my poor soft and pretty head just can't manage all those numbers." But Danish accounting and US accounting do differ. Credit in the bank, for instance is listed in Denmark as a big fat number with a minus next to it, telling you how much you've spent of your credit and not really indicating how much you have left until you've reached your limit. In the US it's written as a positive number, often accompanied with another positive number which tells you how much credit you have left. Then there's equity and mortgages and the value of property that decreases over time and...
Yeah, why should both of us sit over every last detail? I know what accounts we have, how much money we haven't and who I should shoot in order to inherit the most.
Wait, whut?
Shhh. I dint say nufin.
Anyway, for some reason, the DB is frantic that I should some how be more involved in the endless checking and rechecking of our joint-checking account (not called that in Danish) to see if money has magically appeared.
It hasn't. Except when it does. Which still confuses me. When did everything move to on-line? I miss cash and checks. Now I have "pending transactions."
And I'm really of the opinion that two people muddling in the accounts will only cause frustration and anguish. As long as we talk over what we're spending our money on, do I really need to log in every day to see what bills he paid and which bills are on the way? The last thing I want to do is be all nag-ish. "Are you going to pay that bill or do I have to do it myself?" Blergh.
Anyway, I don't particularly want to become an accountant, so I'm still resisting.
Meanwhile, it's gotten wicked cold over here. Snow and all that. I really need to get the winter tires on the car, but they are in Northern Jutland and that's a heck of a drive. (I won't bore you with the story of why they are up north - but IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA.) Not to mention that the car seems to be falling to pieces, one grinding gear and one squealing coupling at a time. When your mechanic looks at you and say's "it'd be cheaper to get another car," you kinda worry.
So the question may soon become "are you going to make the car payment this month, or am I going to have to do it myself?"
If it's got working seat-warmers, I'll be happy. Did I mention it's cold? It's -4 C (24 F) out there. I know it's colder elsewhere, why do you think I don't live in Norway or Siberia (apart from Siberia's total lack of wifi hotspots)? This is about as cold as I'm willing to go.
Working in a climate-controlled pig barn suddenly sounds SO MUCH MORE attractive, don't you think?
