Work is crazy today. More than once I contemplated just walking out the door and not returning. I didn't. I am not the kind of person who just up and quits something. ANYWAY...
Brian thinks he has sold his car. A lady at work wants to buy it. We've gotten as far as her going to the credit union and getting the loan approved. I'm just hoping it works out. I've been disappointed before when selling a car. Brian wants to go out and look at cars tonight to replace his car. Really the only reason to sell is to get out of the high payment.
Brian and I have two completely different views when buying a car. I always look at the money side. How much of a monthly payment? Will insurance go up? How much will it cost to fill up the tank? You know. Logical things.
Brian looks at the material side of it. Is it new or barely used? Does it look cool? I will say though one of the reasons he likes newer cars is they require less maintanence...usually.
I think my boss just let one rip.
Back to my car talk.
I think we are both right in our car buying ways but it always creates a challenge. Looks like we have a fun evening ahead of us folks.
I just hope we have made up before the season finale of Burn Notice. We always watch it together. Watching tv with someone you're mad at is not as fun. And I like Burn Notice too much to not watch it on the big screen. ;)
Happy Thursday.
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Thursday, September 20, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Cosby sisters?
I had the CRAZIEST dream last night. It was so vivid and so real but so bizarre. You probably ought to also know that I have seen "The Bourne Identity" and "The Bourne Supremacy" way too many times.
It started (or the first thing I remember) was Brian and I on a train. The train pulled into the airport- got that? and we deboarded. Brian had apparently seen someone who looked like a cop because he pulled out a ballcap, threw it on his head and went running. Very similar to a "Jason Bourne" move. I waved good-bye, like it was normal for us to be getting off a train with no baby and him running from police, and then my dad showed up.
Dad and I walked/ran through the parking garage to find his car. His car was the tiniest thing ever. Definitely foreign. His knees were up in the dashboard as he drove. It had to have been a new airport or new to us because we couldn't find our way out. I was still thinking about Brian and him running from the police when a lion showed up in the middle of the road. It stood as tall as the my dad's car. I haven't figured out why the airport/train station had a lion, in a cage, with a trainer. Hmmm...
The next thing I remember was the dream morphing into another chase scene. This time it was my sister Lindsay being chased. The dream went through several years span. The younger years are blurred.
I remember being at my mom and dad's current house. Lacey and I were making some sort of drink, probably sweet tea, and there was a mouse in the pitcher. Lacey's cat then swallowed the mouse whole enlarging it's own stomach to mouse size and shape. I immediately put the cat outside so the mouse could get out. Once I was outside I saw cars parked out front. Logically, this could only mean one thing...they are after Lindsay. Wait! These are her friends, trying to help her escape. I created a plan, much like the one from Harry Potter. Lacey and I dressed like Lindsay. (Like my boobs and Lacey's giantness could pass for Lindsay, not to mention we don't have dreads.) We all dress in a yellow tank top, black pants and jackets with big sunglasses. I hoped no one would notice my tank top outlined in white and not black.
We each jumped in a different black Escalade and went to the bank. We needed all the money we had for our life on the run. While at the bank we learned our parents had seperate funds for each of us. Oddly, I was logically thinking what I would do with that sum of money in my name. I knew perfectly well I would fix my car, pay on a credit card and save the rest. Bizzare that I was still sitting in the bank dressed like a bee but thinking logically.
I remember looking at Lindsay and Lacey and wondering why they looked African American. Odd. Then the banker said, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Cosby sisters?"
HA! Then I woke up. I told you. Crazy. Bizarre.
It started (or the first thing I remember) was Brian and I on a train. The train pulled into the airport- got that? and we deboarded. Brian had apparently seen someone who looked like a cop because he pulled out a ballcap, threw it on his head and went running. Very similar to a "Jason Bourne" move. I waved good-bye, like it was normal for us to be getting off a train with no baby and him running from police, and then my dad showed up.
Dad and I walked/ran through the parking garage to find his car. His car was the tiniest thing ever. Definitely foreign. His knees were up in the dashboard as he drove. It had to have been a new airport or new to us because we couldn't find our way out. I was still thinking about Brian and him running from the police when a lion showed up in the middle of the road. It stood as tall as the my dad's car. I haven't figured out why the airport/train station had a lion, in a cage, with a trainer. Hmmm...
The next thing I remember was the dream morphing into another chase scene. This time it was my sister Lindsay being chased. The dream went through several years span. The younger years are blurred.
I remember being at my mom and dad's current house. Lacey and I were making some sort of drink, probably sweet tea, and there was a mouse in the pitcher. Lacey's cat then swallowed the mouse whole enlarging it's own stomach to mouse size and shape. I immediately put the cat outside so the mouse could get out. Once I was outside I saw cars parked out front. Logically, this could only mean one thing...they are after Lindsay. Wait! These are her friends, trying to help her escape. I created a plan, much like the one from Harry Potter. Lacey and I dressed like Lindsay. (Like my boobs and Lacey's giantness could pass for Lindsay, not to mention we don't have dreads.) We all dress in a yellow tank top, black pants and jackets with big sunglasses. I hoped no one would notice my tank top outlined in white and not black.
We each jumped in a different black Escalade and went to the bank. We needed all the money we had for our life on the run. While at the bank we learned our parents had seperate funds for each of us. Oddly, I was logically thinking what I would do with that sum of money in my name. I knew perfectly well I would fix my car, pay on a credit card and save the rest. Bizzare that I was still sitting in the bank dressed like a bee but thinking logically.
I remember looking at Lindsay and Lacey and wondering why they looked African American. Odd. Then the banker said, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like the Cosby sisters?"
HA! Then I woke up. I told you. Crazy. Bizarre.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
EHHHHH!
I dropped my car off at Pep Boys this morning to have the a/c checked. I'm hoping to hear something soon and that it won't cost us our first born.
Brian has been trying to sell his car for about 8 weeks now. It's been in the Auto Trader magazine and online. He has had several calls but no one that actually comes to look at the car. So he decided to post it on Facebook.
The first response was from a woman asking if we would let her just take over payments. Umm...no.
The second response asked the final price we would take and to please email the response to him. Brian did. The next email came last night. He said he would have a third party as the shipper. He would send us a cashier's check if we would cash it the day we receive it. It would be over the amount asked and could we wire the extra money to the shipper. I told Brian I wanted to talk to my boss and see what he thought. He just knows everything.
I started to read the email to Don and he started screaming at me like a gameshow buzzer. EHHHHH! EHHHHHH! IT'S A SCAM! He had just heard on the radio about a cashier check scam and said, "DON'T DO IT!"
I called Brian and he didn't really believe me or Don. So, I did some research and sure enough... found this on snopes.com
Praise the Lord my boss listens to NPR!
Brian has been trying to sell his car for about 8 weeks now. It's been in the Auto Trader magazine and online. He has had several calls but no one that actually comes to look at the car. So he decided to post it on Facebook.
The first response was from a woman asking if we would let her just take over payments. Umm...no.
The second response asked the final price we would take and to please email the response to him. Brian did. The next email came last night. He said he would have a third party as the shipper. He would send us a cashier's check if we would cash it the day we receive it. It would be over the amount asked and could we wire the extra money to the shipper. I told Brian I wanted to talk to my boss and see what he thought. He just knows everything.
I started to read the email to Don and he started screaming at me like a gameshow buzzer. EHHHHH! EHHHHHH! IT'S A SCAM! He had just heard on the radio about a cashier check scam and said, "DON'T DO IT!"
I called Brian and he didn't really believe me or Don. So, I did some research and sure enough... found this on snopes.com
Praise the Lord my boss listens to NPR!
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