Girls With The Mostest

lantian · Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:09 am Post subject: a man

　Our school was the oldest building in town and in the winter when the wind was really blowing, Benny and I used to count the shingles sailing past the classroom window.wow account
Mr. Duncan, our principal, was getting on in years too,but he could still see pretty good, and if he ever caught you staring out the window he had you in after school working on his favorite problem – how many shingles would blow off the school roof in one year if twenty-five went each week day and ten on Sundays?
wow accountBenny and I never had the same answer, and Snubs Cooper, whose Pop was Chairman of the School Board, usually got enough shingles to cover every house in town. But after Mr. Duncan had checked our answers, he used to tell us that what matters is not what flies past the window but what sticks inside the head.
　　“You’re doing just fine, boys,” Mr. Duncan would say,wow accountgiving his specs a little polish, “but next time it’ll be blinkers for the lot of you.”
　　Sometimes if the shingles hadn’t been sailing that day but we just happened to land in his office anyway, Mr. Duncan pulled open the top drawer of his desk which was the place he kept his strap. wow accountBut instead of what we expected, he would slip us a handful of sunflower seeds to chew on while he gave us one of his pep talks.

lj520ail · Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 12:44 am Post subject:

We stopped at one particularly imposing custom-home still under construction, wondering about the future occupants. Where

did this wealth come from?

Although we love our home in a fairly nice neighborhood in San Diego, my wife and I sometimes like to "looky-loo" at new

homes—it's a kind of weekend pastime and, who knows, we might find something really special which will tempt us into

moving.

A couple of years ago, in one particularly expensive neighborhood, we saw homes that were bigger than we could believe:

15,000 square feet and more. This was right next to a golf club where memberships ran $75,000 a year.

wow power leveling, We were informed that everyone joined, because everyone joined.

What if you didn't play golf? Well, you joined anyway, to socialize with the neighbors. That was simply part of the

lifestyle.

We stopped at one particularly imposing custom-home still under construction, wondering about the future occupants. Where

did this wealth come from? How many children did these people have, 20? Or, perhaps their extended family—sisters and

cousins and aunts—would be living there too? Our brief tour disclosed wings and lobbies and sitting rooms for the usual

number of bedrooms (why do the children need lobbies?) plus game rooms and media centers and anterooms galore. The more

sensible 3,000 square feet-sized house at the end of the garden turned out to be the "butler's quarters."

Then we bumped into the owners. Gosh, they looked about 25! I just had to ask; it turned out they were 30-ish.

world of warcraft power leveling, They happily disclosed

that their current home, not far away, was only 5,000 square feet. Too small, they insisted. How many kids did they have?

Two. So, just what did they do for a living? One word explained it all: dot-com. We left, shaking our heads.

Some months later we thought we'd drive by to see whether that dot-com family had moved in yet. There was a big sign out

-front. Construction had stopped mid-way and the big, unfinished house was for sale.

I was curious, so I dug deeper. It turns out that the dot-com IPO was valued at about $50 million, and this guy who was

building the palace had sold about $3 million worth of stock during the offering, which valued his 20% stockholding at

$10 million. age of conan power

leveling, When the stock crashed (to a fraction of the IPO price) and the company folded, his debts and commitments

already exceeded the amount he had cashed in plus his stock value, and he was broke. They had made a 10% down payment on

the $10 million home, and the bank was now the owner of the unfinished monstrosity. The dot-com "millionaire" was now

looking for funding on his next venture.

This type of escalation up the ladder of life is not limited just to the filthy-rich. I remember many years ago, a

colleague at work with a salary comparable to mine had a home that seemed much larger. Perhaps he was independently

wealthy. Then we both got a similar pay raise, and I heard to my amazement that he was moving to an even larger home. I

asked him how he did it and he replied, "The magic of monthly payments!" A few years later, during the aerospace layoffs,

I bumped into him again. He had lost his job, his wife had left him, they had sold the house during the divorce, and he

was selling office supplies to make a living—a casualty of lifestyle syndrome.

Our society boosts people into thinking that wealth accumulates and extrapolates endlessly. And borrowing is based on

that misconception. Don't pay cash, when you can borrow and the interest is tax-deductible. When buying a car, many

consider only the lease payments, not the price. If you can make the monthly payments, why not buy a boat?

In reality, most assets depreciate, while expenses and liabilities (including interest) mount mercilessly. Many

millionaires go bust quite quickly because they don't seem to understand these simple truths. They simply succumb to the

lure of the lifestyle.

I know one guy who lives in a relatively humble, rented home but has a luxury car and spends $25,000 a year to play at a

tennis club. When I suggested that he could play tennis inexpensively in any one of several local venues, he insisted,

"You have to live the lifestyle to meet the right people. Besides, they all see my car, but no one knows where I live!"

The golden pond The lure of the lifestyle