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Happy Birthday, Broke-Ass Mom

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Coincidentally, after talking about my Broke-Ass birthday coming up, another Broke-Ass mom friend of mine (Yes, that’s right folks, I finally made a “mom friend”) had her birthday last week.  Of course, I had to ask her what she did on her birthday.  She should be proud; it’s quite Broke-Ass-ish..

She went to Ross to spend a gift card she had been hoarding since Christmas.  The real Broke-Ass part of this is that she thought she only had $8 come to find out at the register that she had $80.  So she went back for four more shirts, and a few pants.

Next she took a movie pass she got on her birthday last year and went to see the new “Bully” movie by herself.  Now, I’m sorry, but for some reason I think one of the true signs of being a Broke-Ass mom is your willingness to do things on your own.  Not only are you willing, but sometimes you even prefer it.  Because when you’re Broke-Ass you have to know how to fend for yourself.

That was it for her birthday, and that took almost a full eight hours.  Eight hours that she usually spends entertaining her three-year-old daughter, but for her birthday she got a free pass (quite a few of them, I might add).  She told her husband WELL in advance that this is what she wanted, and by God, she got it.

Me, on the other hand, I’m still working on what I want for my birthday.  I did, however, decide that I would allow my aunt to give me money for the half-marathon.  The gym membership, strangely, felt like more commitment than training and completing a half marathon.  And dinner, well, that actually would have been my first choice, but apparently no one wants to give me that.

So I guess that’s what this Broke-Ass Mom wants for her birthday – all the things I want but can’t afford.

photo by: Hubby

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Jennifer White - Mommy No Bucks

Jennifer White - Mommy No Bucks

Jennifer has been a bit of a nomad having lived in seven different cities. Her life as a gypsy has settled down for the moment in San Francisco with her husband and two-year old son. Recently, she decided to throw caution to the wind, quit her job as an analyst to be a full-time mom while chasing her dreams (and the Pulitzer Prize). When she's not writing, she's aspiring to be a luddite (although blogging isn't helping), knitting the occasional hat, or running in the park with her son and his secondhand compost truck in tow.