The most important thing is to figure out what you're comfortable with because you certainly do not want to be house poor. People love to say ... OOhh you don't want to be house poor and have to eat ramen noodles for dinner every night. But being house poor is much more then that. Yes there's no more going out to eat or movie dates or vacations, but what if you move in and a month later your fridge breaks or the roof starts to leak?! It's a good idea to make sure you have some wiggle room for things like that. It's true that no one expects the Spanish Inquisition, but with the proper planning they can expect Murphy and his law!
With that being said I leave you with this awesome song called 'My Fridgerator Broke'. Do we have any Hell Cats fans out there?? Yes, that cheesy cheer leading show that was on the WB for one season. Anyway the sisters on the show (fun fact: they are also sisters in real life) sing this awesomely hilarious song about their fridge breaking. Check it out below ... I even included the lyrics so you can sing along! Enjoy! = )
Got tuna fish in my pocket,
butter up my sleeves,
eggs tucked in my dungaree’s,
socks are full of cheese.
butter up my sleeves,
eggs tucked in my dungaree’s,
socks are full of cheese.
You might call me crazy,
but this is not a joke,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
but this is not a joke,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
Why should I throw my food away?
Why should it go to waste?
That would not be clever,
not be in good taste.
Why should it go to waste?
That would not be clever,
not be in good taste.
I’ll stand out in the cold all night,
it’s tough but I’ve adjusted,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator busted.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator busted.
it’s tough but I’ve adjusted,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator busted.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator busted.
my fridgerator busted,
but I won’t sing the blues,
carrots are my curlers,
potatoes are my shoes.
but I won’t sing the blues,
carrots are my curlers,
potatoes are my shoes.
Bacon in my cowboy boots,
in my hat’s the beer,
pickles tucked behind my ears,
in my hat’s the beer,
pickles tucked behind my ears,
a roast strapped to my rear.
May I raise my armpit,
and offer you a coke,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
and offer you a coke,
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.
my fridgerator, fridgerator, fridgerator broke.