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LIFE SAVINGS IN A NUTSHELL

This weekend started out crazy and hasn't stopped. I've been preoccupied with my new laptop. I did tell you about my new laptop didn't I? Well I used a jump drive to transfer my stuff from my desk top, then deleted everything from it before I took it to the dumpster. No one wanted it! A totally functioning Sony Vaio. Not the church, not the school district...and no I didn't ask my neighbors. Honestly that would be opening another can of worms. Besides, someone will take it...keyboard, flat panel monitor, speakers the whole kit and caboodle.

So, here's what I did, I moved all 3K plus photos into the new fancy shmancy photo file on the laptop. Then I made sure I had the latest v. media player on the laptop before I dropped all my albums in it. I watched as they all opened with pictures of the artist and album covers. Then I tested it. fine.

Today I was getting ready to listen to some music while blogging and while everything looks good...titles, play time blah, blah, blah, I get an error..something about not recognizing something or other. So I went and got all my CDs out of my car, that's sitting in 104 degree heat, so I can reload them from scratch. Don't I have this stuff on my MP3 player you ask? Why yes I do! I'm not taking a chance...if it didn't work from the jump drive, then I'm doing the next best thing to having the artists live in my apartment...downloading from the CDs.

All this blabbering brings me to this little gem I've been toting around for decades....my bank passbook. Yeah, I think that's the old fashion word for debit card. I remember showing it to my oldest granddaughter last year thinking she's say "ooooh..aaahhhhhh! Wow, can I have that when you're dead?" No, I got the usual look of "you are definitely a couple of bubbles off center."


Now granted, it comes with a lot of history..as in coffee stains courtesy of Rita. I mean come on! If it wasn't Rita it would have to be Sister Annunciata Marie from St. Anne's School. No kidding, that's her real name. She made us say it in it's entirety every time we addressed her...or as she sailed into the classroom with her habit flowing behind her. I can still hear the class in unison.....

"GOOD MOORRRNING 'STER ANNUNCIATA MARIEEEEE".

My friend Leslie Hamilton and I secretly knew the good sister was practicing her angel moves. Oh and Leslie?...she was adopted by this rich doctor and his wife. They weren't Catholic so Leslie didn't have to go to confession every Saturday...I envied her in oh so many ways.

Excuse the quality of these photos, but as you all know, I'm patiently waiting to make the cut on Santa's camera list.

This is the balance as of around November 1954. The last three deposits aren't dated. You see, if you want your deposits dated, you have to write it in yourself. All deposits are in pencil...according to instructions. Don't you think that's crazy?

If any of you happen to be strolling down Empire Street, or South Main Street in Providence RI, stop in at Providence Institution for Savings "The Old Stone Bank" and mention my name. I'm like the oldest depositor they have...just maybe. And I think this is the extent of my wealth, all locked up in the third grade savings account.

Hang it there because I'm working on a post about my grandfather's desertion from the Army right in the middle of the War Between the States out west with Pancho Villa. No kidding. I will treat you to his Wanted Poster. Oh boy, I can see you, Carol Z getting all antsy. You've asked for this ever since you saw his wanted poster hanging in my cubicle eons ago.

DYSFUNCTION JUNCTION
...or stormy waters over Texas

Since I'm dispondent over my printer issues, here's a little joke my daughter or SIL sent me (yeah, the one who gave me the printer).

My husband, being unhappy with my mood swings, bought me a mood ring the
other day so he would be able to monitor my moods.

We've discovered that when I'm in a good mood, it turns green. When I'm
in a bad mood, it leaves a big frickin red mark on his forehead.

Maybe next time he'll buy me a diamond. Dumb ass!

Today has been one of those days. We all have them. Yeah, even I have them on a daily regular basis. First of all, I decide to download some family photos from the 4Th of July....no camera. I look in my purse everywhere...no camera. I text my daughter to see if it's at her house...she's at work and doesn't think so. I call my grandson at their house to see if my camera's laying around....NO. I drive over there....no camera to be found. So I take JJ for a ride in the car, then go home.

I decide to check out some blogs to see if there's any new contests to enter. Nothing!

Someone pounds on my front door! Here in the Compound they assume we're all hard of hearing. It's the mailman bringing a huge envelope to my door, because it won't fit in my mailbox...it's from Princess Cruise Lines. I anxiously go through all the nice colored pages of a very thick tour book. One reminder was to be sure and book all my shore excursion ASAP. After all, my friends in CA already booked theirs eons ago. Yep, I've been procrastinating BIG TIME! I decide that today is a good day to get my shore excursions squared away once and for all. After signing up for a few, I go to print out the confirmations and my printer is on the fritz....I try everything, even un-install, reinstall. I finally give up....so that's the end of that project!

So then, I have a couple of new prescriptions for Methadone cholesterol drugs. I get my stuff through the mail because it's cheaper and because my insurance says so. Now, my doctor is supposed to fax the script to the mail order pharmacy using a form that's all filled out with my personal info and insurance info....just fill in the RX and fax to an 800 number PRESTO. But no, he writes the script and hand it to me and tell me to fax it. Well, it has to be faxed from the medical facility. OK, it's a waste of time trying to explain it to the doctor again, so I go home and log on to the mail order pharmacy's website to see what it takes to mail the hard copy, because I do have their official envelopes! The website says to print out the new RX form and mail it with the script. I call to see if I can just include a hand written note because...can you say it all together Peanut Gallery? "My printer is on the fritz."

Next, I go back to checking on some of my favorite blogs that give away away absolutely nothing....then all of a sudden I check in at Foolery and decide to join this....
And then become this.....

All of a sudden my luck starts to change! My son-in-law, Master Sergeant John, tells me he has a near new 3-in-1 printer I can have! I head on over to their house to get it....my daughter invites insists that I stay for dinner, and my grandson finds my camera in my daughter's van! The world is right!

OK, so things didn't happen exactly in that order...but they all happened so nothing else matters. Nothing except my love for my readers.

Can I get an Amen?