The Weekly Check

On a weekly basis, I check our bank account online.

Hubby's debit card number has been compromised on more than one occasion and I like catching things like that before we're out of money. Like last year, when we had $700 in charges from a bar in Madrid. Spain.

FYI - we've never been there.

Anywho, I'm just scrolling down the list and I see this:

In case you can't read that, it says, "FKG OIL COMPANY PPD PREAUTHPMT"

I don't know when the oil company started texting their information to the bank, but it must be a recent phenomena. Surely, I would have noticed them using my pet name (albeit in text form) for them before today. Although, I usually use that expletive in the winter when the bill is much higher.

Oh, well. At least they have finally come to terms with who they are.

Silver Lining:

1. It's summer so we're saving money on gas. But that also means the air conditioner has been running non stop so all that savings goes to the electric company. At least it balances out for the most part.


2. I'm not really as old as I feel some days. I was able to decipher the text message so I must still have a little bit of a young person inside.

My Theme Song(s)

If I Had A Million Dollars

I love that song by the Barenaked Ladies (most awesome band name ever). It's so cute. Back when finances weren't so tight, it was fun and fanciful.

In fact, Hubby and I would drop everything to dance with each other when it came on. I was even late for work once because of it.

I've never bought a green dress, but I know the first thing Hubby better get me when we win the lottery (that we don't play). Well, I guess it would come after he got a monkey. He's always wanted a monkey.

Completely aside from green dresses and monkeys, Travie McCoy has upped the ante with the most recent money song to hit the charts. The one that starts "I wanna be a Billionaire, so fricking bad."

That "fricking" comes from the radio version.

I. HAD. NO. IDEA. it was anything else until Hubby looked it up on U-Tube because he had never heard it. Good thing the kids weren't in the room.

I guess a million dollars is just too passe these days?

Like, if it was, "I wanna be a millionaire, so fricking bad," he would get laughed at?

A la, Dr. Evil in Austin Powers.

I like lasers.

Actually, I just like saying "laay zehrs" with my pinkie finger up by my mouth and "surprise" eyebrows.

OK, enough about that - let's just open a whole bag of "sht" on the laser matter.

Anywho, a more accurate theme song for my life is, "Money, Money, Money" by ABBA.

I work all night
I work all day
To pay the bills
I have to pay

*sigh*

No one said life was going to be a bowl of cherries, right?

Silver Lining:

1. Really, we have been blessed. As the Rolling Stones said, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you might find, you get what you need."


2. And it's a good thing you Can't Buy Me Love. Because I wouldn't sell the love I have for or get from my family even if it made me a billionaire.

Fast Cash

Yes, I know I've been absent for awhile - sorry. I've been very busy and not my usual chipper self, but I've got a little giggle for you today.

Have you seen these ads on TV: "Send us your gold and we'll send you a check." They show a pile of glitz. Then, a person with a goofy, fake surprise look and and fistful of cash pops up.

I've often thought, who in their right mind is going to blindly send off their jewelry that is potentially worth a fistful of cash? Must be a scam.

I don't know about the places on TV, but apparently, there is a local place that buys gold for cash. A girlfriend of mine just traded in some broken chains, earrings that were missing the match, rings she doesn't wear, etc. She watched the entire time as a balding guy behind the counter scrutinized her offerings under a magnifying glass, weighed the acceptable pieces, punched some numbers into a calculator and handed her a wad of cash!

This morning, I eagerly went through all my jewelry in anticipation of a lunch time adventure.

Amongst other pieces, I had:

• a broken chain necklace


• a bracelet I had gotten from a boyfriend sixteen years ago


• various single earrings


• the original setting for my engagement ring


• and a ring that I couldn't where it came from

It was a pretty ring with a tear-drop shaped opal offset by a couple of diamond dust chips. I was still looking at it, wondering where I had gotten it, when Hubby came to check out the loot.

"Where did you get that?"

"I was just wondering that myself."

Then, it hit me.

"Oh, yah. The other Knuckle-head gave that to me."

The other "Knuckle-head" was a guy I dated before Hubby and happens to have the same first name as Hubby.

He was such a jerk, when I decided to break up with him, I refused his phone calls for an entire day while I filled about half of one of those blank journals with all his short comings. When I was finished writing about how much of a jerk he was, I called him over to my place, sat him down (I remained standing) and read him passages from the journal. I even made him wait while I said, "And another thing, hold on I need to find it," so I could find the right page. I made sure he knew why I broke up with him.

Cold? Perhaps. But that jerk still had the nerve to tell people he didn't understand what went wrong with us!!!!!!!

*shudders*

Anywho. Hubby looked at the ring again, plucked it out of my hands, and tossed in with all the rest of the jewelry to be traded.

"Yup, that's goin'."

Silver Lining:

1. Got $25 for that ring.


2. Got about $300 for everything else. I couldn't believe I had that much "money" lying around - it was all stuff I don't wear for one reason or another. You just never know what you're sitting on!