I hate tax season. When I was young and single, living in an apartment, it wasn't very complicated, just another pain in the butt thing that I never wanted to do. When I was married, it was worse. My ex-wife would start asking about it on January 2nd, disregarding the fact that neither of us had received any of the necessary documents yet.
If you want to retire to the beach, to a warm, sunny, tropical beach, but don't want to spend your entire savings in one fell swoop, consider the Texas Gulf Coast. It's not top of mind for those of us who have never visited or lived in the South, but when you combine affordability with natural beauty, it's surprising it's not up there with Florida as a top retirement destination.
One of my many failings is that I like sugar. I can't give it up. Two of my friends have given up sugar and they look fantastic. They've each lost, like, ten or twenty pounds. They're middle aged women in their fifties and neither of them is an exercise fanatic but every time I see them, they look younger and better.
Do you and your hubby have the same old arguments over and over? Are you starting to think there might be exciting new arguments you could be having instead? We're here to help, with a list of 45 arguments to have with your husband before you die. They've all been tested on actual couples, with results ranging from weeks of icy silence to outstanding 'make-up sex.'
Your cost of living will depend on your lifestyle, of course. In the new book we've just written, we explain just what this means, and we share details about how you should be able to reduce your living expenses by as much as 30-50 percent over what you may be spending in the U.S. or Canada. . . maybe more, depending on where you choose to live.
We all die, right? Some of us do it the long way, chipping away at life slowly until there is nothing left; others check out abruptly with a sudden heart attack or accident. Some of us do it when we are old and others do it when we are younger. It's them -- those younger people -- that get under my skin.
In most of the world, there's no such thing as a Multiple Listing Service (MLS). "Running comps," as any would-be real estate buyer would do when shopping in the United States, depends on referencing an MLS. But, again, no such organized, computerized, easily accessible database of properties on the market exists in most of the world. With limited exceptions, the MLS is a U.S. market phenomenon, an indispensable tool that, somehow, the rest of the world's real estate markets manage to survive without.
I have run into at least 10 people recently who have stopped on fast-moving, heavily-populated sidewalks to take a #selfie. There is no historical building behind them, no beautiful landscape, no real reason to take a picture of themselves other than the fact that they can reverse the camera on the phone, gaze at their own visage, and then share it on social media so the rest of the world can gaze upon it as well.