Trash Day Thursday is here once again. I love the saying "life is like a roll of toilet paper, the closer it is to the end the faster it goes." Remember when summer vacation lasted six months and a Popsicle lasted about a minute and a half.
I knew Wanda was going to check our Mr. Bank account this morning. I sent her a text and followed it up with a phone call. "What's the deal?" I asked. She told me when last she checked, the account was listed as "disabled." Better it than us. So, while we owed them money it was open and now that we don't it's disabled. I would rather it was listed as closed, it sounds better.
I forgot to tell you this the other day. Mr. Bank wanted a fee to fax us our pay off information. They wanted a fee for providing certain paperwork. They wanted a fee for everything but auto phone info. Before we finished the call yesterday the rep told me we "qualified for a line of credit." That, we could get, no charge.
Today is one of those can't get my brain in gear days. I was just about to wrap this up when an article caught my eye. Charlie Sheen is paying his last two ex's, Brooke Mueller and Denise Richards, $55,000.00 a month in child support.
I think this needs repeating, fifty five thousand dollars a month in child support. In all fairness, the article doesn't say if this is for both, or each of them. Sheen could be paying one hundred and ten thousand dollars each month.
He has two kids with both Brooke and Denise. The smaller amount would mean each child would receive just thirteen thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars ($13,750.00) per month. Gee, I hope they can muddle through thirty days on that.
Wanda and I were talking about what we may do with the money from our first no house payment month. Talking with Aunt Lee last night she said, "do something fun or buy something you want." That surprised me knowing how conservative she is. I am pushing for an I-pad and Wanda wants a new front screen door. Heck, maybe we'll do both. Then, we can concentrate on getting sole ownership of the RAVA2E, we share it with B of A. now.
A favorite old movie of ours is "You Can't Take It With You." If you have not seen it and can sit through black and white films, find it. It has a great cast, is funny, touching and has a very nice message. Can you guess what that is? You can't take it with you.
Yesterday I got a message from a long lost relative. In it, she wrote about estranged family members and the possibility of arranging some reconciliations. Over the past few years I have made contact with many people on Face Book. Catching up with what they have been doing and where they currently are has been fun. What isn't fun is discovering how many are not in contact with their family. Brothers and sisters not talking or sisters and sisters or aunts and uncles, you get the picture.
I know I probably sound preachy and I truly don't mean to. I don't think it's that difficult to say "I'm sorry." It only takes a minute and the results can last a lifetime.
This morning Dakota the Cat was sleeping on the chair. Steve jumped up there and started to lick her head. She woke, looked up and smacked him, hard. Steve gave her stink eye and left. An hour later they were both on the couch. Now, Dakota was licking him. Cats must have very short memories. That, or they know, unlike some of us, if you want your head licked, the first thing to swallow just may be your pride.
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