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Showing posts with label finances. Show all posts
Showing posts with label finances. Show all posts

Monday, February 21, 2011

This Weekend I...



  • found the new home for one of my favorite memes.  Go see Karen for more weekend points!

  • decided that Fridays, which are already jeans day at the office, will also be "fabulous black cowboy boots stolen from Mom's closet" day. 

  • saved $50 on our grocery bill by combining in-store sales, value card downloadable coupons, and print coupons from the Sunday Denver Post.  Considering the fact that I paid $52 for a year's subscription to the Sunday Denver Post, I got a great deal!

  • had a fabulous study night with the best small group in Durango (no offense Jen or Shelly, but we do).

  • got to sleep in past 6:45, thanks to my threats of death & dismemberment

  • signed Katrina up for big-kid baseball and Madi for t-ball.  Chaotic sports season, here we come!

  • got much-needed haircuts for Kat, Violet, & myself.  Madi got caught up on her celebrity gossip and documented the process.



  • tried to keep the kitties off the counter, then gave up and just started taking photos of them.




  • got to go on a date with my smokin hot husband and eat the best italian food in our town.  Oh, and just for Rachel - we went to S*arbucks too!  All for free!  Booyah!





Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Grr...

Blogger is not letting me get caught up on all my blog reading.  It will open up some of the blogs, but not all of them.  Or maybe it's our computers here at work.  I am having trouble loading my farm on FB too.  Not that I would be reading blogs or playing at work or anything.  This is, of course, a hypothetical situation. 


Ahem


Anyways, how ya doin?  It's been a few days.  Our last week has been eventful and emotional, to say the least.  And I don't know about you, but when I am going through something really emotional, I tend to turtle until I have processed the situation.  And by turtle, I am, of course, referring to the time-honored tradition of hiding from everything.  I happen to be an expert turtler.


We are in the midst of a legal & financial situation with our family corporation.  And, yes, I know how incredibly weird we are that we even have a family corporation.  But, here's the deal.  We have gotten to put out fires for the past few weeks ever since our dear local paper decided to splash our family's struggles all over the front page.  Lovely.  As if our family wasn't infamous enough in this town already.  But, honestly, it has been good.  We have gotten to see the true colors of a lot of people - some of them we know will stick by us no matter what, and some we have been able to say adios to because of this situation.  Now, I will not even pretend that what was written was slightly unfounded, or untrue.  I simply have questioned the motives behind what was written.  We could either lose everything because of this issue, or be completely debt-free.  It really is that extreme.  And, right now, it is completely and totally in God's hands.  There literally is no way I can control or fix this situation. 


And to top it all off, we got to go to court last Friday to finish the dog issue with our neighbor.  Essentially, the judge tried to rule down the middle.  The younger dog will not be back.  The owner has 30 days to find a rescue group that is willing to take the dog, or he will be put down.  The older dog is allowed to come home, but under some incredible restrictions that our neighbor created during mediation with our friends in order to try to keep her dogs.  They have to, before Sept 4, reinforce the entire property fence.  They also have to build a completely enclosed dog run and install keyed dead bolts on all the exterior doors to the home.  Only our neighbor and her husband are to have access to the keys.  When they take the dog outside, she is to be muzzled, on a shock collar, and on a 6 foot leash.  At no time is she to be unaccompanied when outside.  If they leave the house, she is to be locked in her kennel in the house.  If they go on vacation, they have to contact Animal Control so that they, and only they, can dogsit.  Both dogs will remain at the shelter until either the conditions are met by the required date, or they are put down.  She also has to write letters to the entire neighborhood, detailing this agreement.  If anyone in the neighborhood sees any violation of any of this agreement, and reports it, the dog will be put down immediately, and she will face serious legal consequences.  This arrangement will hold true if she decides to get any dogs in the future as well.


Honestly, I am not sure how I feel about it.  I have heard that the judge we had tends to be pretty wishy-washy, touchy-feely with first-time offenders.  She could have very easily sent both dogs back home with no restrictions.  She could have ruled to put both dogs down, but placed no restrictions in place for the future.  I was extremely grateful that the court system recognized that there were two victims in this case, our friends and us.  The judge allowed all of us to speak at the hearing, and I am very grateful our voice was heard.  Our friends repeated over and over that, while these restrictions seemed reasonable to them, they do not have to live next to these animals.  We do.  Honestly, I don't think there would have been a "right" answer to this.  But, as we consistently prayed throughout the week, I do believe that this is God's will for the situation.


Our neighbor approached us after the hearing, to apologize.  I can honestly say that it was only by the grace of God that I was able to talk to her.  I was able to tell her that I forgave her, but that I did not trust her.  And when she tried to convince me that this breed was really wonderful, that the press against them was unfounded, I was able to tell her, politely, that we were going to have to agree to disagree.  I do believe she is remorseful about what happened.  I know that, in her own words, this was a horrible mistake that will haunt her the rest of her life.  And I meant it when I said that I forgave her. 


And so, we are healing.  We (well, everyone but me) are sleeping better at night.  I have not slept well, due to the stress, and so my body is trying really hard to give me a cold.  But I am peaceful.  Given this past couple of weeks, I really don't understand how.  But I am. 

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Letters of Intent

Got a letter that just needs to be written?  Then like up with Julie for a bunch of letter-writing fun!



Foursons



Dear Debit Card Number Thief,

You thought you were sneaky, didn't you?  Stealing numbers directly from the bank?  Using them for small purchases to make sure your fake card worked?  Did you really think you would sneak the big one by me?  Now, in all fairness, you don't know me.  Which is good.  Because I would turn you every way but loose after the grief you caused me. 

But, seriously, you probably should have picked a location closer to my home to try to sneak a purchase in.  Because I know for a fact that neither my husband nor I were in Fresno, CA yesterday.  And we most certainly did not buy gas.  Nor did we buy convenience store food.  And I check my bank account daily.  Because I am anal like that. 

Now, my numbers are no-worky-worky for you!  Bwahahahaha!  Cause you just messed with...

Qui*ken Psycho Mama

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Dearest Summer,

I love you.  Seriously.  Because we can eat dinner outside.



And everything (fudgecicles included) just tastes better outside. 

Lovingly,

The woman who refuses to use her oven

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To my honey,

Please warn me the next time you use my camera for work and forget to erase the pictures.  Because when I see this



I become paranoid that I have suddenly developed a psychological disorder that causes me to take pictures of random piles of dirt then forget about it.  And don't give me a weird look when I ask you why you took a picture of a pile of dirt.  I had no idea its purpose it to become a beautiful subdivision.  Honestly.  It just looks like a pile of dirt.  I guess that's why I'm the practical and you're the dreamer.  Although I have no problems posting this picture


because it has your cute little sign in it.  Oh wait.  Your signs aren't supposed to be cute, are they?  But they have your name on them, and...umm...

Love,
Digging my hole just a little deeper