A Number-Hater in the Land of Bulls and Bears...

Last week I dipped my toe into a new world.

A world of bulls and bears - supposedly. I really don't know what that has to do with anything. Except lots of banging and yelling playing Pit in college. But I do know that it has nothing to do with my normal mommy world. Like Mr. Brown Can Moo or Nolan's precious Teddy. Previously this other world seemed like outer space to me. Or place for yuppies in movies or uber-nerds or the very wealthy.

Nevertheless, after seeing my dad's dabbling success in recouping his retirement losses from the recession, my interest was peaked. It took a while to officially get everything set up. Then everything was in place, but I didn't do anything about it.

Until I got the call. My dad called to tell me it was a good day for it.

And so I nervously stuck my toe into the crazy world of the stock market.

The small little 401k we (read: Bob) had built over the years had been slashed in half during this recession. We moved it over to a self-managing account and figured, if nothing else, we can't do much worse than the company managing it did last year.

The first day I bought two different stocks. Yesterday I put in my first sell order. I didn't expect to be excited enough to jump up and down and shout yahoo. But I was. More than once, if you must know.

Who knew? The stock market's actually FUN.

Even for me, a self-declared number-hater.