What has your recent relationship to money been like?

Yep.  Money. The Mr. Money!!!  "Mr. John Jacob Jingleheimer Money!"  Yep, his surname is my name too. Whenever we go out,  the people always shout, is that really you, Mrs. John Jacob Jingleheimer Money?"

Someone once said that Diamonds are a girl's best friend.  Ha. That's because she never met Money.  Money is my best bud, the star in my eyes, the prince of my heart, the crown on my head, the jewel in my belly button.           When Money is around, the sky is the limit, dreams come true, the starving gets fed and clothed and sheltered and people like me get to sleep-in or put my feet up...mmm....the impossible becomes possible with my Money...

Okay.  Now let's clear up another thing.  Money is not the root of all evils.  The Mind is the root of all evils...sort of like an Aladdin's lamp.  Whether you rub it the wrong way or right, Genie...(in this case, Money) appears and he will follow you around, be your slave, fulfill your every wish...whether it's evil or good and trust me, wishes come in endless supplies once you have earned Money.  However, even this guy has his limits. 

Okay, back to me and Money.  We have a great relationship so far.  (Psst...but even though I'm married to him, I could never get enough of this guy... "Oh baby, do that to me one more time..." just doesn't work in his case.   He never gives me enough of him, always leave me wanting more, thirsting for more... Like what do I have to do to have all of him????  Yikes!!!      But don't feel too sorry for me, I  intend to earn Money all by myself.  Make him come crawling to me...and by that time I'll have no use for him and then who will feel rejected?  Exactly. Sweet revenge.

Yep, currently, we have a "he loves me, he loves me not" relationship.  It has never been rocky, stormy or moody but fiercely passionate.  However, like any relationship, we have our ups and downs...down when I'm overindulgent and up when I want to sleep...he loves me most when I'm sleeping...as long as I don't have shopping sprees' thoughts dancing in my head like sugarplums...

And as for whether our relationship will stay the same this year or improve, I don't know...so why don't we ask him?

"Hello there, elusive prince of my dreams."  I say with a smile.

"Hey there, Mrs. Money."  He subjects me to a suspicious stare.  "What do you want now?" He grumbles.

See?  He's full of attitude.  "I want...I want you...to tell me whether our relationship will improve this year.  Will I get closer to you?"

"Are you prepared to work really, really hard for me?" He snarls.

"Hmm. I suppose so." Yikes, why do I sound so unsure?

"Good. Then I'm yours. You'll have lots of me but until you earn me on your own you will have to depend on other people's Money.  Now, bye, bye, bye."

"Wait!" I say in desperation.  "I don't want other people's Money.  I want my own Money.  My very own Money.  Samajhana? Comprehende?  Understand?

No answer...

 Great!

Oh well, well, well

Hell...

Money doesn't like it when I'm lazing around.  Take for instance, whenever I'm shopping, he dwindles...becomes scarce and practically disappears in plain sight.....AND no use putting on a busy face, if there's one guy you can't fool, it's Money.

So I have decided I don't want Money for free...I intend to earn him with my own effort and sweat and sheer hard work...(okay...charm doesn't work for him where I'm concerned...that would be too easy...and plus Money will not only taste cheap..., easy come easy go...)  So that said...I intend to earn my own Money and actually I love the challenge...so there, Money. So there.

See ya soon...