Life

The Fine Art of Surviving

I just received an interesting email that pointed me to a thought-provoking thread on The Daily Beast. I’m not sure if this was sent from a real live person, or electronically generated, but in any event, thanks Anna!

The thread on The Daily Beast is riddled with stories from people who are feeling the economic squeeze. Most of the stories are heart-wrenching – like how husband’s have come home in the middle of the day, unexpectedly, because they were laid off, or of how bills are due and there’s simply no money to pay them.

I feel so bad for those that are feeling the crunch right now. It’s always extremely tough to deal with unexpected changes like that to begin with, but when the economy goes belly up, it’s even worse.

But that’s all the more reason we need to start living within our means and start differentiating between our needs and wants.

I think people, in general, want way too much.

This bit from The Accidental Housewife really caught my attention:

The generations who survived the Great Depression were tough. They were resilient; they did not expect the government to bail them out of the hell that fell upon them…They boarded up their farms and loaded up their jalopies and headed out to find work. They did not stand around wringing their hands crying about what they didn’t have anymore they went out and worked. They were doers and savers and they made it.

My step-grandmother used to reuse her foil. She would smooth it out, wipe it off, fold it up and use it again and again until it eventually fell apart. My best friend’s grandmother would make a single chicken last through a week’s worth of meals. Each meal being different but made from that single chicken. They were resourceful. More important they MADE IT….

I am ashamed of my fellow baby boomers. I am ashamed that we have turned into such an entitled generation. I am ashamed that we have to have someone else make our morning coffee and we are too good or too busy to prepare our own dinner. That we feel entitled to drive vehicles that use more fuel in one week than a whole village in a third world country uses in a year.

So what do you say fellow boomers? Can we do it? Can we tighten our belts, knuckle down and use that knowledge that our forefathers and mothers gave us? Can we cook our own meals, repair our own roofs, make ourselves pay our own bills and not rely on the government to bail us out? I think we can. We just have to want to do it.

I hope I don’t sound heartless when I say this, but I have to agree with The Accidental Housewife. I don’t believe the majority of us have any real experience with trimming the fat off of our budgets.

I grew up in a traditional family. My father worked (his butt off), and my mother stayed home and took care of us. We were poor – we were DIRT poor. In fact, my mom has told me stories about how they only had $50.00, FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH AFTER BILLS, to spend on clothes and food.

And yet, somehow, we managed. We haunted thrift stores, garage sales, we bought day-old bread, I wore gently-used clothes and my sister wore all of my old clothes.

My mom sewed a lot of our clothes. We ate at home 99.9% of the time. In fact, I can’t remember EVER eating out when I was a kid.

My dad drove a motorcycle (in all kinds of weather) to save on gas. When I turned 16 and wanted a job, I had to find something close enough to walk and/or ride my bike to. And I did. I walked to work for about a year, through all sorts of weather (sounds cliche, but it’s true) until I saved up enough money to pay cash for a used car.

When I moved out of the house, my parents DRILLED the importance of saving money into my brain and not buying stuff I couldn’t afford or really needed (I certainly remember those needs versus wants lectures), and prioritizing my expenses – pay the rent first. Then the utilities. Then the car payment. Budget for food and gas and IF there was any left over, that was my play money.

There was never any left over.

I lived from paycheck to paycheck and yet, I never really felt “poor.” I had everything I needed. I never had a desire to drive a fancy car, or wear designer clothes, yaddayaddayadda. Oh sure, I WANTED those things, and was quite jealous of those that had it, but when it came right down to it, I couldn’t bring myself to buy them because the bottom line? I didn’t NEED them.

When I got married, times were lean, but not terribly tough. I was lucky enough to marry a man just as frugal with money as I was. We paid our bills and had enough to put into a savings account. Again, we didn’t blow our money on unnecessary junk.

And then we had kids. And our financial situation was a whole different monster. We had medical bills, diapers, formula, clothes, a mortgage, car payments, property taxes and every other expense that came with being a responsible adult. I quit my job because it just didn’t make sense to us to virtually hand over my paycheck to a daycare center. And we thought it was best for the children, too.

We’ve scrimped, saved and clawed our way to a debt-free existence today. We live in a 30+ old house. We don’t have a fancy decor, but rather, a comfortable one. Sure, we see our friends and families with these gorgeous multi-level houses and we’re jealous. But we also know the struggles they go through to maintain those house payments and all the money they spend on “stuff” and we’re no longer envious – we’d rather have a nest egg to fall back on during tough times.

Like now.

So, I’m saying we’re no strangers to tightening our belts. And we could easily, and would very willingly, do it again, if necessary. I have NO QUALMS, at all, to get rid of our satellite subscription, cell phones, Starbucks, eating lunches out with my husband. I already cook nearly every night, but I could do it every night. I could go back to clipping coupons and I could certainly get a part-time job while the kids are in school and/or work nights.

I did it for seven years so we could pay some debts off. I could certainly do it again.

My point is, we have options. We all have options, we just have to be willing to get rid of the non-essential “stuff” in our lives. We have to be willing to be uncomfortable and inconvenienced and we have to be willing to roll our sleeves up and WORK OUR BUTTS OFF.

Because sometimes? That’s what it takes to survive.

Is it fair? No. But life is not fair. So you’re not driving a fancy car like your neighbor. So what? Your beat up car gets you where you need to go. Be thankful you have transportation – that’s more than a lot of people have.

It’s not really going to matter who is in the White House for the next fours years – given our current situation, times are going to be tough on a lot of people regardless. It’s time to stop whining and feeling sorry for ourselves and teach our children the difference between needs and wants and the fine art of simply surviving.

Life

Revealing 25 (More) Things About Me

I had to reformat my computer this past weekend (for those just tuning in), which was a good thing, actually. In fact, I think I’m going to do that about every six months because WOW, my computer is running good.

But I forgot to save my Blog Topics folder – which had a ton of blog ideas stewing inside, just waiting for me to scoop them up and serve them to you, dear reader.

Now? I’ve got nothing. Blank. My brain is dead and I don’t have a fresh idea to write about. At least, for today – don’t worry, this is only temporary. *grin*

So … I’ll continue the things about me, dealie-bopper.

(You can find 25 more things about me here).

26. I was a manager at Wendy’s for seven years.
27. I was a teller at a bank for seven years.
28. I worked in the cash office at Wal-Mart for seven years.
29. My husband and I nearly split at seven years of marriage.
30. Apparently, I have a seven year itch.
31. I need to stop scratching it.
32. My first car was a ’72 silver Monte Carlo.
33. It looked hot, but was a piece of crap.
34. I owned a dark green Mercury Capri.
35. I owned a white Nissan Sentra.
36. I drove a Dodge Grand Caravan white/woodgrain van for a few years until someone hit me and totaled it.
37. I’ve been married since 1990.
38. We paid for our wedding by using a student loan.
39. We honeymooned in Cozumel, Mexico.
40. It was my first time out of Missouri.
41. It was my first time out of the country.
42. I totally freaked out and cried.
43. My first son was born in 1992.
44. He was eight weeks premature.
45. He was in NICU for six weeks.
46. We rented our first house.
47. We bought our second house.
48. We’re still here.
49. We have no intention of moving.
50. My second son was born in 1995.

Your turn. Tell me something about you. Something you wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with the rest of the world on your own blog. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me. 🙂

Life

Making Excuses and Being Too Confident

I saw this video on Pensieve’s blog today and thought I’d pass it along. It’s a classic.

I love how Theo tries to convince Dr. Huxtable that it’s okay to be “regular folks.” That we can’t all be as successful as him, all in order to get out of working to his full potential in school.

Pfft. That spiel sounds so familiar I could have written this script myself. GD has given me that speech before and that’s exactly what it was – an excuse to be lazy and not even try. GD is the sort of boy that if he thinks it’s too hard, he either won’t try very hard or he’ll give up before giving himself a chance to try. That irritates me to death because when it comes to achieving a high score or a special rank on one of his video games, he NEVER gives up until he reaches that goal.

Hello?! *knockknock* Real life is more important! How do you teach a teenage boy that lesson?

I also love Theo’s cocky confidence. Again, this sounds familiar. MK is almost arrogant in his confidence. Case in point:

His grades have been dropping in English, Social Studies and Algebra. Social Studies is because he wasn’t being thorough enough on his answers. He’s been working on over killing every assignment and test he’s been turning in. English is tough because he can’t stand his teacher. LOATHES her. He had her in sixth grade and, well, I’ve met the woman, she really isn’t very … personable. So, I understand where he’s coming from on that front. However, life is full of people you don’t like and will have to put up with so, deal with it.

Algebra though … MK is just like his dad – math comes easily to him. And he’s never really had any trouble in math. And he’s not really having trouble now – at least, according to MK. But his grades? Hhmm, they’re telling me a different story.

Last night, right before he went to bed, I asked him if he had allowed his father to look over his Algebra homework – just to make sure he was on the right track.

He ASSURED me it wasn’t necessary. In fact, he snarled and said something about it was only subtracting negatives, or something like that.

But I insisted. What could it hurt? I asked him. This way, we’ll all know he’s doing the problems right.

So he showed him.

And he had gotten nearly every single one of them wrong.

Oops. His confidence sagged. And when the husband went over his homework with him, it became apparent that MK? Didn’t know as much as he thought he did. His confidence downright deflated.

He was pretty depressed after that episode. I didn’t really lecture him, but I did talk to him about even though confidence was important, it was also possible to be TOO confident, even cocky, when it came to learning. His arrogance was in fact, preventing him from making sure he was doing his work correctly.

Which he was not.

I know MK. And that boy will pout for a few days due to the blow to his ego, and then he will snap out of it and work harder on making sure his work is correct.

I suppose it’s my fault. I’ve always told the boys they were smart and could do anything they wanted to do, if they were determined, and patient, enough to see it through. But I suppose I might have gone a bit too far with MK because his confidence actually ended up getting in his way.

Those humility pills? Can be hard to swallow sometimes, don’t you think?

Life

Honey Heaven

Isn’t it funny how you can drive by something a million times and STILL not really SEE it?

While the husband and I were out for our weekly lunch date (which I think we’re going to make bi-weekly from now on. Why? Because the husband said he’s lonely at work – no one really talks to him because he’s one of the bosses), he mentioned he wanted to stop by Honey Heaven. Don’t you love their logo?

“Honey what?” I said.

“Honey Heaven. They sell local honey.”

“OOokay,” I responded. “Good for them?”

“No, you don’t understand,” he said with a patient smile. “If you eat honey made from local bees, then you’re consuming the pollen. And when you consume pollen, your body doesn’t recognize it as something foreign and doesn’t trigger your allergies.”

“Ah.”

My responses really don’t get much more exciting than that. Now tell me that in WRITING and I can respond with a bit more thought, but verbally tell me something like this? And my brain shrinks back from the thought (get it?) of having to analyze the fresh information.

So, we went to Honey Heaven. And we were even more surprised that they served food there.

It was a really strange layout. You walk in the door and BAM, there’s the counter right in front of you. And to your left, is a small, but pretty, waiting room.

So, we’re standing there and I’m not seeing any honey. This place also boasted about having a live hive available.

No honey. No hive.

We were confused. But we were seeing a lot of activity behind the counter. So, I walked around the counter and began walking into the back.

“What are you doing? We’re not supposed to go back there.”

“There has to be more to this … come on.”

So, the husband followed me into the back. And we ran into a small, intimate restaurant sectioned off into small, pretty little rooms (think cute tea rooms), and a long twisted hallway.

We continued to walk down the hallway. We were met by quite a few people and no one sounded the alarm, so I assumed it was okay to be back there.

And then the husband found another room, in the very back of the building, jammed packed with honey products.

And a bee hive.

A very active bee hive.

We went to watch the little buggers (*grin*) work. The hive was encased in glass. And they had a pipe leading outside – that’s how the bees got in and out. One bee had flown in when the back door had been open and was busy trying to get into the glass hive.

I felt a bit sorry for him – he looked sad.

Okay, so I assume he was sad. I wasn’t going to get close enough to see his little bee expression.

We found a ton of honey products – all claiming they would help people with allergies. So, we walked out of there with a bottle of traditional “bear” honey, a tiny jar of bee pellets (which you’re supposed to eat?!) and bee jelly.

We ate some of the honey on our homemade butt rolls last night with dinner (I call them butt rolls because they are the yeast rolls that come in little balls and you place two of them side-by-side in a muffin pan and they raise up and look exactly like butt cheeks – YUM!) and it tasted … sweeter than normal.

I woke up today feeling stuffed up and my eyes were itching. The very friendly Honey Heaven sales person warned us that we shouldn’t consume more than a 1/4 teaspoon at first as it sometimes adversely affects people until they develop an immune to it. So I’m thinking maybe I had a little reaction?

The husband not only had a honey-drenched roll for dinner last night, but he sprinkled the honey pellets into his cereal this morning … and said they tasted like dirty feet.

HAHA. Yummy!

But, he said after they dissolved somewhat, he couldn’t taste them anymore.

I hope this helps with our allergies. We’re the kind of people who don’t go to the doctor until we’ve exhausted every healthy natural alternative and I would hate to have to take pills every fall.

We really liked Honey Heaven though and we’ll most likely go back and eat lunch there.

With the bees.

Who are actually quite friendly.

If you don’t try and decipher whether they are sad or not.

Friday Fun, Life

Fleeting Thoughts

MK is mad at me.

Which he really doesn’t have a right to be because he only brought this on himself.

MK is grounded – sort of.

We have a “retain privileges” policy in our home, and it’s tied directly to their “job”, i.e. school and their grades. If the boys keep in the A to C+ range, they get to keep their unlimited video/computer play time. If their grade drops to a C or a C-, then their play time is reduced to three hours, but still unlimited time on the weekends. If their grades drop in the D+ to F range, they lose all play time, period. They will get it back when they raise their grades.

Simple, right?

MK has been blowing school off. He’s now a solid “C” student. This is very disappointing because MK is not an average kid – he’s definitely above average. He’s a smart kid – he’s just being a turdwad right now. I’ve been warning the boy for weeks now that his grades were dropping, that if he didn’t buckle down and get serious, he was going to lose that precious play time. He blew me off and would not take any suggestions I gave him to get more organized (his excuse being that he “forgot” – I hate that excuse). So, now we’re at the stage where his play time has been reduced and he has no one to blame but himself.

This is especially bad because today? Friday? The kids are out of school – it’s a teacher workday. This means that MK only has three hours to play all day today. Bummer. On top of that, I promised the boys that the next short break they could purchase a new game for the Xbox (with their own money), so GD purchased it. And MK is DYING to play it. But I told him no, because it’s just another distraction from his “work.” He needs to quit blowing school off and get his work done. We don’t reward mediocre work, ESPECIALLY when I know the boy is more than capable of doing better, he’s just choosing not to. (His attitude has been SUCKING lately – but that’s a post for another time).

He’s furious and I say TOUGH. However, before you think I’m too cruel, consider this.: MK wasn’t all that interested in bringing his grades up UNTIL GD bought this new game and he couldn’t play it. Suddenly, he’s taking an active interest in bringing his grades back up. It’s all about motivation in our household.


We’re going to a high school football game tonight. And I’m really looking forward to it. I haven’t been to a high school football game since … well, high school. GD’s school is playing my husband’s Alma Mater – that should be fun. 😀 MK is playing with the high school band to give him a little glimpse about what it will be like to be part of a high school band. (They’re prepping the kids because so many kids lose interest in playing music and drop out of band by the time they get to be in high school).

It’s supposed to be a chilly evening – perfect weather to cozy up with my husband in a blanket and drink hot cocoa. GD is not really looking forward to going, but he’s not exactly being a jerk about it, either. I think he’s curious, quite frankly. He’s not thrilled about hanging out with his parents, though. We did offer him to invite one of his buds along and they could sit somewhere else, but he just shrugged and said, “Nah.” So, I’m thinking it’s not embarrassing him that much. I’ll try to take some pictures to share with you all.


We canceled MK’s music lessons. And we have vetoed the black saxophone purchase – it’s just too freaking expensive, folks. Though we are using the money that would have gone to lessons and putting that aside to save for an intermediate saxophone – a compromise, if you will. The saxophones we were looking at were professional grade – hence the price. This way, we’ll build more equity in his rental and then that, paired with our savings, we’ll be able to buy MK a better saxophone without having to take out a loan. And, if it gets a bit banged up, we won’t freak out quite as much as we would if it was professional quality.

MK was pretty bummed about not getting a black saxophone, but he’s okay with this compromise. I think he might be just a tad relieved that he won’t be responsible for carrying a $3,000 saxophone around. That’s just too much pressure for a 13-year old boy.


I’ve started my Christmas shopping. The husband and I ran into some little candy mushroom containers (from the Mario series) at Hallmark. So I bought a couple to put into the boys’ stockings. I also found something for the husband’s stocking, but I can’t tell you because he reads my blog. (Hi honey!)

I’ve asked the boys and my folks to make a wish list. October is generally when I start my shopping because I like to stretch it out so we can pay our credit card bill off as we go along as opposed to being slapped in the face with a huge debt in January.

Here’s a tip if you’re shopping online: if you find yourself shopping at a store that you haven’t shopped at before or you don’t quite trust (you know the shops I’m talking about), then check to see if your credit card company has some sort of “virtual” account number program.

For example, we use a Citibank credit card. We use it for everything – we don’t carry cash and we don’t write checks. This way, we’re earning frequent flyer points so we can cash them in every few years and fly for virtually nothing (we went to Washington D.C. this past summer for $40.00 – for all four of us!!). One of their benefits is their virtual account number program. So, for example, when I bought the husband’s stocking stuffer the other day, I went through a website I wasn’t familiar with. To be on the safe side, I obtained an alternative credit card number from Citibank so I didn’t have to use our regular number. It’s a temporary number they assign you that’s only good for one purchase before it expires. So, if someone tries to steal it, it won’t work. And by using a temporary number, thieves won’t have access to our account.

This happened last year. We bought something for GD on a questionable website and before we knew it, someone tried to use our card. Our credit card company, being on the ball, caught the unusual transactions and notified us immediately. We shut the number down and was re-issued another one. Now, to prevent that from happening to us in the future (because we do a lot of online shopping), we use a temporary card number.

I highly recommend it.


I bought a funky pink notebook to put my NaNoWriMo project in at Staples yesterday. It’s called a “hybrid” notebook – it’s half notebook, half binder. (Have you noticed “hybrid” is the new buzzword?) It’s pretty cool and I’m really looking forward to filling it. Speaking of NaNoWriMo, I’ll be posting excerpts from my prologue every Thursday in November. Hopefully, it’ll make you want to read more!


Banned Books Week runs through Monday. I found this little gem on BoingBoing just now.


Adrienne sez, “We’ve created a ‘live’ Banned Book Display at our library [Twin Hickory Public Library, Glen Allen, VA]. We have volunteer readers who sit in the display and read (silently) banned and challenged books. So far it’s gotten a lot of attention – we hear a lot of ‘Mom, what are those people doing in there?’ The best part has been hearing parents explain to their kids what the display is all about which is exactly what we wanted to happen!”

HAHA! Isn’t that awesome!! I love the “See Live Humans Read” caption. Too funny!! And I love how it’s prompting questions from our young people – the minute you make something a big deal, it is. It’s better to talk about these things and educate our children correctly than leaving it up to them to find erroneous answers.


THE OCTOBER PHOTO CONTEST STARTS TOMORROW!! You can check out the details here.


I just ate three donuts – I have to do Turbo Jam now.

Bye.

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Life

Debating the “Facts”

I’m sorry, I don’t mean to turn this blog into a political forum, but don’t you find all of these misquotes and incorrect assumptions, from both parties, just fascinating? If checking Factcheck.org teaches you anything it should be this – politicians like to twist, turn, stretch, distort and exaggerate the truth all in order to make themselves look good – NO ONE is being completely straight with you – remember that.

It’s amazing that we can believe anything they say at all. Isn’t it sad that we’ve been reduced to vote for the lesser of two evils? I know that 98% of all political campaigns are like this, but now, right now, it’s more important than ever, with our economy on the edge of a cliff, flailing it’s arms in a desperate attempt to find its balance once again, to get an administration in there that will champion the people.

Is that even possible?

Did you watch the Vice Presidential debate last night? I wasn’t going to – I honestly wasn’t. But the husband turned it on and the voices lured me in. I think both candidates did very well. I disagreed with Biden on everything but what we should do in Iraq and Afganistan – I definitely think we need to issue a timeline and give the people a chance to govern their own countries for a change. I don’t know what channel you watched the debates on, but we watched it on a channel that kept track of the audience’s reaction and it was really interesting to see how it would fluctuate over the candidates’ spiel on different issues.

Here is a summary of the debate from Factcheck.org:

Biden and Palin debated, and both mangled some facts.

* Palin mistakenly claimed that troop levels in Iraq had returned to “pre-surge” levels. Levels are gradually coming down but current plans would have levels higher than pre-surge numbers through early next year, at least.

* Biden incorrectly said “John McCain voted the exact same way” as Obama on a controversial troop funding bill. The two were actually on opposite sides.

* Palin repeated a false claim that Obama once voted in favor of higher taxes on “families” making as little as $42,000 a year. He did not. The budget bill in question called for an increase only on singles making that amount, but a family of four would not have been affected unless they made at least $90,000 a year.

* Biden wrongly claimed that McCain “voted the exact same way” as Obama on the budget bill that contained an increase on singles making as little as $42,000 a year. McCain voted against it. Biden was referring to an amendment that didn’t address taxes at that income level.

* Palin claimed McCain’s health care plan would be “budget neutral,” costing the government nothing. Independent budget experts estimate McCain’s plan would cost tens of billions each year, though details are too fuzzy to allow for exact estimates.

* Biden wrongly claimed that McCain had said “he wouldn’t even sit down” with the president of Spain. Actually, McCain didn’t reject a meeting, but simply refused to commit himself one way or the other during an interview.

* Palin wrongly claimed that “millions of small businesses” would see tax increases under Obama’s tax proposals. At most, several hundred thousand business owners would see increases.

For full details on these misstatements, and on additional factual disputes and dubious claims, please read on to the Analysis section.

All I know is … given the fact that no one in the political arena ever really tells us the truth, how can we possibly entertain the fact that we need MORE government in our lives? That just seems so counter-productive to me.

Oh, and a quick sidenote: I LOVED what Palin said about the media: “I like being able to answer these tough questions without the filter, even, of the mainstream media kind of telling viewers what they’ve just heard. I’d rather be able to just speak to the American people like we just did”.

Amen. Wouldn’t that be refreshing great? If the media would just report the facts and keep their snotty, biased opinions to themselves? The media just steams my broccoli.

In conclusion, here are some of my favorite quotes from their closing statements:

Palin: I’ve been there. I know what the hurts are. I know what the challenges are. And, thank God, I know what the joys are, too, of living in America. We are so blessed. And I’ve always been proud to be an American.

Biden: You know, in the neighborhood I grew up in, it was all about dignity and respect. A neighborhood like most of you grew up in. And in that neighborhood, it was filled with women and men, mothers and fathers who taught their children if they believed in themselves, if they were honest, if they worked hard, if they loved their country, they could accomplish anything. We believed it, and we did.

If they only practiced what they preached – think what a better country we’d live in!

Life

Are You Checking the Facts?

The political arena is heating up and there are more and more rumors and TV ads being released out into a gullible public. Please take everything you read and hear with a grain of salt and keep your emotions out of it – weed through the rhetoric and learn where the candidates REALLY stand so that when it comes time to vote, you vote for the best candidate.

Which, I’m sorry to say, is neither candidate for me at this point. Though I would still rather have a Republican president than a Democratic one for the simple reason we need to get government out of lives – look what happens when government people/programs rule our lives – a collapsed economy.

I won’t pretend I understand half of what is being discussed right now, but I ran across this tidbit about our economic crisis on Factcheck.org and thought I would pass it along.

The Real Deal

So who is to blame? There’s plenty of blame to go around, and it doesn’t fasten only on one party or even mainly on what Washington did or didn’t do. As The Economist magazine noted recently, the problem is one of “layered irresponsibility … with hard-working homeowners and billionaire villains each playing a role.” Here’s a partial list of those alleged to be at fault:

* The Federal Reserve, which slashed interest rates after the dot-com bubble burst, making credit cheap.

* Home buyers, who took advantage of easy credit to bid up the prices of homes excessively.

* Congress, which continues to support a mortgage tax deduction that gives consumers a tax incentive to buy more expensive houses.

* Real estate agents, most of whom work for the sellers rather than the buyers and who earned higher commissions from selling more expensive homes.

* The Clinton administration, which pushed for less stringent credit and downpayment requirements for working- and middle-class families.

* Mortgage brokers, who offered less-credit-worthy home buyers subprime, adjustable rate loans with low initial payments, but exploding interest rates.

* Former Federal Reserve chairman Alan Greenspan, who in 2004, near the peak of the housing bubble, encouraged Americans to take out adjustable rate mortgages.

* Wall Street firms, who paid too little attention to the quality of the risky loans that they bundled into Mortgage Backed Securities (MBS), and issued bonds using those securities as collateral.

* The Bush administration, which failed to provide needed government oversight of the increasingly dicey mortgage-backed securities market.

* An obscure accounting rule called mark-to-market, which can have the paradoxical result of making assets be worth less on paper than they are in reality during times of panic.

* Collective delusion, or a belief on the part of all parties that home prices would keep rising forever, no matter how high or how fast they had already gone up.

The U.S. economy is enormously complicated. Screwing it up takes a great deal of cooperation. Claiming that a single piece of legislation was responsible for (or could have averted) is just political grandstanding. We have no advice to offer on how best to solve the financial crisis. But these sorts of partisan caricatures can only make the task more difficult.

–by Joe Miller and Brooks Jackson

You can view Factcheck’s sources here.

Stay focused folks. You’re being lied to and the government (both parties!) will do everything in their power to make you hand over more and more of your hard-earned money. When are we going to put our foot down and say ENOUGH?!