Friday, October 18, 2013

Cheaper ain't always better

I don't mind drinking water, but sometimes I need me some flavor to go in my water. So we had started buying those powdered kool aid packs that go in water. My favorite flavor is grape. But once you have had those powdered packs after awhile, they begin to clump up and it takes forever to shake that powder down to nothing in your water bottle. Well I ran across some Kool-Aid grape flavored liquid to add to the water. Oh my goodness, this stuff taste just like grape koo-aid with the sugar and all, except these were sugar free, or so they say. I could hardly wait to bring my bottles of water to work so I can drink my grape flavored water. Lo and behold, I ran out of the grape liquid and told myself that on my way home that I would just stop by the store and grab me another container of the grape liquid stuff. Since I was pressed for time, being that I had to pick up my daughter from work, I just stopped by Family Dollar so that I could grab myself what I wanted and then get out the store. So I looked on the shelf and they did not have the brand Kool-Aid like I had previously gotten at another store, so I just got the Family Dollar brand and it was a little cheaper than I was used to paying anyway. So I said to myself how interesting that I just got some grape liquid at a much cheaper price. My mind was all set on sticking to Family Dollar brand UNTIL......
I got home and got my water bottle and poured it in my water. OMG - that stuff tasted like liquid crayon. It just did not have the same affect (or is it effect) as the Kool-Aid grape liquid. So I squeezed a little bit more in the bottle and had my daughter to taste it. She said mom, you need more liquid. Heck, I thought if I had to keep squeezing more in there, that I really didn't get a good deal because now the store brand is gonna run out quicker than the name brand one. After I finally tried to doctor up the water, it tasted like medicine that you give your child for a fever. Even though I laughed at it, I know now that cheaper ain't always better. I'm going to the other store as soon as I get home to get the real stuff, cause this replica just doesn't cut it. I'll holla.


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Are you serious

Can somebody tell me why in the world would somebody send me a link to like their psychic page on facebook? Really!!! Let me just say that there is no such thing as a psychic. There ain't nobody in this whole entire world who can tell no dog gone future. If the Lord wanted us to have psychic capabilities, then he would have given them to us. He probably figured that we would not be able to handle all the things that would be thrown at us, and if we knew what was gonna happen, don't you think that we would be able to dodge every bullet.....or just wear that condom anyway if you knew you were gonna be a teenage parent.....or we would know exactly how much our check would be instead of looking surprised every time more taxes were taken out. If we could predict or see the future, don't you think that I would stop my car from being in an accident, I would be able to save all the children from child molesters, and even know what sermon the pastor is gonna preach.

So since we don't know the future and never, ever, ever the person who sent me that crazy mess.....go and sit your tail down somewhere. I bet they didn't see that coming huh!


Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Shopping spree

One of my co-workers came to me and said that she likes the way that I incorporate color in my many outfits. She said that she just likes the way I dress and that she wish she knew how to add color as well. She is mainly a brown, black and white type of dresser. She also mentioned that she wish I could go with her and help her to pick out clothes. I told her to let me know when she is ready and I will go with her. She was in total shock that I agreed to go. I told her there were a few rules before I went with her and the rules were that she could not get anything beige, brown, khaki, black or white. The next rule was that she didn't have to buy it because I liked it, but that she did have to value my opinion if I told her she looked like a granny in the outfits. She agreed. So we planned one Friday morning to go on a shopping spree.

She asked me to pick out a store, because the last time she bought something was when JCPenney put out their last catalog. Umm, that was over 25 years ago. I paused for a minute and said, "Let's get this straight, you haven't bought anything for yourself in that length of time?" She said she had not and that she haven't gone shopping and tried on clothes in a long time. I thought to myself that my work would be cut out for me. So I chose Ross only because I knew it wasn't too expensive and the store had something I knew she would like. So we met at Ross that Friday morning around 9:00 a.m. I asked her what was her style and what did she like. She had no idea. She said choose something I would wear and we would go from there. She said that her budget was $100.00 and we began looking for clothes. Everything I picked up for her, she saw something wrong it...the sleeves were too short, the sleeves were not long enough, it was too bright, it wasn't brown. LAAAWWWDDDD!!! So we stopped and I said, "Listen, you were the one who came to me for help. I didn't come to you and tell you something was wrong with your clothes. YOU CAME TO ME, so we are going to pick out some outfits and you tell me if you like them or not."  I told her that today was her stepping out of the box day.

She picked out a few outfits and I picked out a few outfits and we put them in the buggy for her to try on. I told her that I would sit outside while she tried on every piece of clothing and that I would either critique it or tell her how good it looked on her. Off to the dressing room she went. When she came out with outfit number 1, I told her how it complimented her figure and that she should get it. When she came out with outfit number 2, I told her how she look like somebody's grandma and that she should not get it, and we continued with this until all 5,000 outfits were tried on....or what seemed like 5,000 anyway. When she did decide that she was done, she said she had a fun day and we proceeded to the register. I asked her was she content with her purchases and she said that she could hardly wait to wear them to work the following week.

Well needless to say, I haven't seen her with one outfit on has been 4 weeks since the shopping spree. When I asked her about her new clothes, she just says that she hasn't had time to wear them yet. I looked at her like REALLY! In my opinion, I think she took them back. I mean, what was the point in asking me to go with you to help you pick out clothes that you don't even wear. That was a waste of my time. Remember, she asked me, I didn't ask her. And if she didn't like the clothes, she could have said she did not like them. I wasn't forcing her to buy anything she did not like. And just the other day I saw her.....with them brown pants on and her white shirt. Oh well. To each his own.


Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Are you hating?

As I made my way into work today, there are two ladies who sit near the entrance and every morning they never fail to say something to people as they are coming in the door. Sometimes it may be positive and sometimes it is not. Some days I wish that I could avoid them altogether. Anyhoo, as I came in dressed in a long skirt that is gray and black horizontal striped, my gray tank top underneath and my black jacket, the ladies look at me in awe as if they are checking a sista out. I see them looking so I stop to say good morning. The two of them reply with a good morning back. One of them says, "Yeah we checking you out and wonder where are you going looking all nice this morning?" Ok, I can see they are hating because it didn't really come out as a compliment, it came out all sarcastic like, WHAT, a black, volumptious, self-confident chic can't dress nice! This is how you shut down haters because this is what I said back, "Oh, this is my goal every morning to look as good as I can, and I'm going to do it again tomorrow" BAM!!! I just shut it down right there.  I could have lacked the confidence and apologized for being me and just fed into their morning conversation but I did not. You know it is always said that it's not what you said, but HOW you say it. So yeah they said it just like that, to belittle me, but it may have worked on someone else, but not me, not today. I left them speechless as I walked on to my office. Little do they know, when I get off work, I'm going home and I don't have anywhere else to go. I just want to look nice BECAUSE I CAN. Is that a problem?


Monday, June 24, 2013

On Speaking

There is a guy who has an office inside of our office. Most times, I never know that he is in there. When you come into my office, I am the first person you see, so it's rather hard to manuever in the office without seeing me. The reason why I don't know that this guy is in there is because he never speaks to no one. When he walks in first thing in the morning, I am usually there before he does. He walks right past my desk and will not speak unless I speak first. So yes I am usually the first one to say good morning and then he will reply with a good morning as well. I decided to conduct my own study, which was not going to serve no purpose at all. I decided that I wasn't going to speak one morning and to see if he would speak first. He did not. I acted as if I never noticed him when he came in and then when he did come in, he was so quiet in his back office that I walked by his office on purpose and he still did not give a notion of good morning. Hmmm, I thought to myself, he just doesn't like to speak. He doesn't have conversation throughout the day either, which I am cool with that, because I have work to do. But he doesn't even have a small conversation like, "Whew, it's a long day." or " I sure will be glad when it is time to get off." NOTHING.

The next morning, the guy walks in and I greeted him again by saying good morning, and he replied and then proceeded to his back office. Ignoring him that morning did not prove anything, but I figured I would be the bigger person and continue to say good morning and with a cheerfulness at that. I kept saying good morning every morning he walked in and that was the beginning and the end of our "daily" conversation. But he will not say it unless I say it first. I don't even know what the problem is or even if he has one. None of that matters. I just don't see the harm in say good morning or just speaking to people in general. It just seems cordial. One evening though he did shock me and said for me to have a good evening as he walked out the door. I was too overwhelmed, but I left it at that.  I will continue to say good morning because there may be a day when I can no longer express how good of a morning it really is, even when you feel it is not.


Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Go away little children

When my children were little, I had much patience and tolerance for them, mainly because they were my children. I don't have tolerance for other people's children unless I want to be bothered with them. So with that said, here is my story.

I was at home chillin and doing something I had been wanting to get done which is to clean out my closet. I had my music playing and I was content. Hubby was sitting outside under the tree chillin as well and just talking to one of our neighbors. I suddendly heard the doorbell ring, but I didn't stop what I was doing because I knew hubby was outside and why would the doorbell be ringing. So the doorbell rings again, which meant I had to stop and go to the door. I look through the peep hole and hubby is still just sitting there, then I see the children from next door. I'm thinking to myself, "what in the world could these little children want." I will admit that before I opened the door, I just stood there looking through the peep hole to see if the children would go away, but to my surprise, I hear hubby telling them to just go on in then. That is when I opened the door and greeted them at the door. I stood there and they are looking up at me and I ask them what can I help them with. They look back at hubby as if they were forced to say something. And hubby then says, "The girls want to talk to you." I just stood in the door and asked them what did they want to talk to me about. Hubby then said that they just want to talk.

I said, "well I am busy, talk right here." The little girls just looked up at me as if I am supposed to let them in. Well I didn't want to. You see, my children are 19 and 17 and if I have a longing to talk with any children under the age of my own children, then I will find the children and talk with them. I went on and let them in and told them to come to the back room with me while I was still cleaning. I asked them what did they want to talk about, and the oldest one, (about age 10) said that they don't know what to talk about and that my hubby told them to come and talk to me. I let them stay for about 10 minutes, then I was so glad that their mother had told them to come home because I was about to tell them it was time for them to go.

Just as soon as they left, I told hubby that he had better not do that again and stop trying to force me to do stuff. He then tells me that they don't have anybody to talk to at their house. And I looked at him and said that is not my problem and they can talk to their mother. I told him that I don't have any 10 and 7 year old friends and they are not my responsibility. I know it may sound harsh, but what else can I talk to them about except what grade are you in and what kind of cartoons do you watch all day? And I still don't give a flipside about that either. I feel that if I don't want to be bothered with other folks children, then I shouldn't have to unless I want to, and frankly, I don't want to.


Monday, May 20, 2013

Money don't grow on trees

I don't care for contracts for cell phones, mainly because if I need to get out of it for some reason, I won't feel like I am bound and have to give up a liver over it. Well once a month when we pay our bills, usually at the beginning of the month, we include hubby's cell phone on the bill list. Once we put minutes on it for the month, then he is set until the next month.

So for the beginning of May, we paid all the bills including hubby's cell phone. I am minding my own business at work when I get a phone call from hubby saying that he needs minutes on his phone. My immediate reaction is to have a change of tone in my voice, because I know good and darn well that minutes were put on his phone on May 3, and here it is just May 20 and he is talking about he need minutes. Hubby then went into child mode because my irate voice then said, "Minutes? Why do you need minutes when you got minutes on May 3?" Hubby's answer, "I don't know." If I had the ability to jump through the phone and shake him silly and then get back at my desk without anyone realizing I am missing, I would have done it.

I said, "You mean to tell me that you talked up a whole month of minutes in two weeks?" His reply, "I guess so." Ok I thought to myself this is not the time to be fussing with him and that I will get him when I get home. He then replys and says, "Well are you going to put more minutes on my phone or not?" No he didn't! Yes he did. I paused on the phone for a few minutes and thought to myself that my hubby has lost his mind. I said to him, "Who in the heck are you talking to where you can't use the house phone?" I didn't even give him a chance to answer. I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

I went on and put the minutes on his phone, but it is coming out of the money that I am supposed to give him. He is going around here acting like he is some teenager thinking that money grows on trees and that we have it like that. I can hardly wait until I get home, because somewhere along the way, he has lost some type of perspective. He hasn't called me back at work. I do not want him to right now. He made my blood boil calling me with that foolishness. I will talk to him when I get home.


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Loose in the booth

As I was getting dressed for work, I didn't do anything that was unusual. I got up at 6:00 and was out the door by 7:00. I drove to work like I normally do and parked. When I got out of the car and began to walk toward my building, I felt my underwear coming down my hips. For a minute I thought I had gotten some raggedy ones out of the drawer or maybe the elastic had just worn out. Then I realized, these were some fairly newer draws that I had on. I paused for a moment and adjusted my undies and continued to walk forward. Again, they started coming down my hip. I held my legs real tight so my underwear would not fall down. Oh and did I mention that I had on a skirt.

I think maybe I had lost about a pound or two but these draws were not about to come down, not today. I kept thinking that I would have to sit down all day or else, the draws would fall and that would be embarrassment to the highest power. I also thought about just taking them off and throwing them away, but I could not fatham my butt being airish all day.

I looked for a safety pin, cause I was going to really go straight ole skool and just hook my undies to my skirt. I tried putting my draws in my crack like a thong, but it kept feeling like something was poking me and besides a thong ain't really for plus size people. So when I had to get up and walk somewhere, I felt like a thug when he is always holding his pants up because he didn't put on a belt. It was the most awkward position all day. My underwear would just keep sliding off my lady humps and I would pull them right back up.

It actually turned out to be a long day because of that. I'm glad I didn't have class that night. When I got home, I had to get rid of them because ain't no telling what would happen if I decided to wear them again after they got washed. That's a chance I was not willing to take.


Thursday, January 10, 2013

New driving laws

One of my biggest pet peeves when we are driving on the interstate, is when my hubby flashes somebody with his bright lights, in order for them to get over. It's not only a pet peeve, it's an extreme annoyance. I get so pissed off when he does that. I told him that if I am driving and I see the driver behind me flash their bright lights on me, that is just going to cause me to stay right where I am. Well recently while watching tv with hubby, I heard them say that is going to be something new that drivers can now legally flash the driver ahead of them. What the?????.....Say it ain't so. That was just up hubby's alley. I didn't like it one bit. I hate that.

Here's the scenario: Hubby is in right hand lane but then an 18-wheeler is going too slow. Hubby proceeds into the left hand lane where there is supposed to be faster traffic. Hubby gets behind car that is probably trying to pass the 18-wheeler but at the same time, doesn't want to speed. Hubby then flashes said driver with his brights for that driver to move back into the right hand lane so that hubby can proceed with his out of control driving. So if said driver in front of hubby doesn't move back over to the right hand lane fast enough, hubby will then flash said driver again. I DO NOT LIKE IT.

I asked hubby, "Do you have to flash them?" And before he answers...I say to him.....STOP IT!!!! Hubby then says to me, "Well how else do you expect me to get past them." Wifey says, "Just wait until they move." I don't think this went too well with him because then he started flashing every single car. And I think he did it just to piss me off. If I wasn't afraid of being mauled by a deer or two, I would have told him to put me out on the interstate. Ok, maybe not the interstate, but the next rest area. So again, I said to hubby: If I was in front of you driving, I ain't moving and then I might put on brakes too."  I tell him what he is doing and what is now going to become legal is what's going to cause road rage. Can you imagine just minding your own business in your car and you see some bright lights flash behind you? So what if I don't move, what are they gonna do? Call the police on me. Such a stupid law.


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

It's getting hot in here...

....and I'm sure you wanna be like Nelly and say, "so take off all your clothes." NOT! I already could not sleep because it was rather warm for it to January. I checked the weather and I noticed that the high and the low would be somewhere around middle to high 60's. I normally sleep with my ceiling on but somehow hubby said it was cold. I really don't think he was cold. I just think that he thinks that since it is January that we are just supposed to have the heater on.  So before I shut my eyes, I asked hubby if he had the heater on. He said no.  I told him that it was hot in the house and so I threw the cover off. I expected him to just turn the ceiling fan on in an attempt to make me comfortable but he did not. I dozed on off to sleep but woke up hotter than when I went to sleep. I tossed and turned but no cool air was coming from anywhere.

When my alarm went off at 6:00a.m., I felt myself sweating. I touched my forehead and yes, I was sweating. I thought a hotflash had taken over me. I was about to go and find me some type of medicine for this insaneness. When suddenly, I heard something that sounded like a motor close to my bedroom window. Since our room window is on the back side of the house and not near the street, I knew it wasn't a car. I got closer to the window and I be dog-gone, it's the darn heater. I quickly went down the hall to turn it off, but right before I did, I told myself that I'm going to check the weather. I turned on the tv and it said it was 62 degrees. I nearly bust a gasket in my brain. If it had've been in the 40's, I would have given hubby the benefit of the doubt and left the heater on. I turned that switch to the off position and just sat down for a minute just to cool off.

Normally, hubby is asleep when I am getting ready for work, but for some reason, he was woke this morning. He said good morning and asked how I was doing. I said that I was doing fine except for the fact that I felt like I was in the devil's chamber and the door was locked. I asked him why on earth did he get up in the middle of the night to turn on the heater when the low was just going to be 61. Do yall know he said cause his feet were cold. Just from that answer alone, I could have slapped him. Out of all the socks he has in the drawer and out of the blankets that are in the closet, DUH....just put on some socks and wrapped your feet up like a hot dog. He goes and turns on a heater to heat the whole house and make everybody miserable all because his feet are cold. REALLY????!!!!! Before I walked out the door, I said to him that I don't expect to come home and it feel like Hell up in here. I think he got the message.


Monday, January 7, 2013

School News

I found out from my advisor that this could possibly be my last semester in school. I sure do hope so because I am tired of school. So instead of my normal two classes per semester, I am taking three. Yes, three! I know it seems a bit much for me to tackle but with God's help, I believe I can do it.

I have already applied for graduation, which is supposed to be May 3, 2013. I am constantly emailing my advisor back and forth to see what else I need to do. I do not want to miss the mark. Our daughter asked me if I was going to walk in the ceremony. I told her heck yeah! After all these sleepless nights and homework on top of homework and major studying, yes I plan to walk across that stage. I do not know what I will be doing after these last three classes, but I will just continue to work and be still until The Lord guides me in the direction where I should go.



Everything new

Our son will be turning 17 in exactly 19 days from today. I told him that we were going to get him an updated phone for his birthday and for him to pick the phone out that he wanted. I told him what budget we were working with and not to get a phone over that. Well he wanted to know if he could have the phone before his birthday. I was like, wait a minute....didn't we just come back from going to Texas, didn't I just pay for another trip for you to go on with the school, didn't I just put down money for you to go on the college road trip with the church......and you can't wait 19 days for a phone? He said, "But Mom, it's a new year and I need my new phone in the new year."

I said to our son that he will get his new phone for his birthday and what was the rush in getting it before January 26. He said he needed to have a new phone to go with his new age and that he was going to get new clothes to represent a new year. So I said to our son, but with everything new, won't you still be an old you? What about a new you? He said that there was nothing wrong with the way he was and I said well nothing is wrong with your old phone and that it will continue to last until January 26. Who knows? I might just surprise him and get it early. I haven't made up my mind just yet.


Do it yourself

Every since we have had our old truck, hubby hadn't said anything about how I park. Now all of a sudden with the newer truck, he asked me if I could take constructive criticism. I said what is it. He said that my parking is not right and that I was not turning wide enough into the driveway. He said that while turning in the driveway, there is a patch of grass that my truck goes over and it is eating the grass. I just gave him that look and said, "Seriously?" I told him that patch has always been there. He tells me that it is because my wide turn is a half-wide turn and to turn the wheel wider.

First of all, this little patch of grass, which is near the road, could have happened anywhere at any time. It could be from people walking and then I told him, it could be his parking instead of mine. I can see if this patch of baldness was like in the middle of the yard and was very clearly visible, but it is not.....again, it is at the end of the driveway where the road and yard meet.

Second of all, if he feels that all of a sudden my parking is not up to par, how about I park outside of the mailbox when I get home and then he can park in the driveway any way he feels like it and just do it himself. I bet after doing that for about two times, he will tell me to just go ahead and do it myself and that what he really was complaining about was really nothing to complain about.

So I drove home after church and looked at him and wondered if I should park outside of the mailbox. He said just pull in how you normally pull in. I did and he got out and was complaint free. He could have left that complaint in his throat and then come back to me when he REALLY has something to complain about. I'll holla!


Thursday, January 3, 2013

Knowing the difference

Hubby has been growing a small garden and I was not too keen on it being in the front yard, but oh well. He grew some collard greens last year and they turned out really good. He planted more collards but wanted to add some cabbage to his garden as well. When he asked me to come outside and take a look at the cabbage, I said, "where are they because all I see are collard greens." He pointed to what he thought were cabbage and said, "there, the cabbage are right there." I look again and said, "you must be blind in one eye and can't see out of the other because those are collard greens." He pulled his little stick out of the ground to show me that he planted cabbages there. So I asked him, "When did cabbage greens grow on a stalk, don't they suppose to have a head?"

I know at this point that hubby must have thought I was a dunce, but I have never known cabbage and collards to both grow on a stalk and I do remember that cabbage is more bunch together like a head and it was a lighter green in color. Both sets, the real collards and the pretend cabbage were both dark green in color and they both were on a stalk. If it looks like a duck and acts like a duck, it's a duck. So hubby then said, well you will see the difference when I cook them for New Year's Day.

When he did cook them, I didn't see any difference. The looked like collard greens, they smelled like collard greens, and they even tasted like collard greens. I love both collards and cabbage but I think that when he planted the collards, that some seeds must have blown in the wind and got on the side where he was suppose to grow cabbage. My opinion is that the cabbage greens just didn't make, but since collard seeds were there, they grew into cabbage. But yet hubby was adament in saying I was wrong. I just threw my hands up. I said sure whatever, doesn't make any difference to me. I said you can call them one thing, but I tend to beg the differ. He was not having it that I was not agreeing with him. I said to him that I do not have to think like he thinks but he can say they are cabbage and I'm cool with that. He said, "no, no, no, you have to say they are cabbages." I said if you say they are cabbage, then they are cabbage to you. End of discussion. He really got pissed off when I said that, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

When we finished eating, I said, "those were some good collard greens." He just gave me that look and all I could do was laugh. I just have not seen cabbage and collards that look like twins, EVER! I'm not saying they do not exist, I'm just saying I have never seen it. But until I see them, those were collard greens.


Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Blessing in disguise

Our truck had been giving us some problems and so we had to spend money to get it fixed. About a year and a half ago, we put a new transmission in the truck and things seemed to work just fine after that. Well for Christmas, we drove to Texas to see my sister and spend some time out there with her. On our way back, our truck started shaking like it had Parkinson's disease....that's how bad it was shaking. I knew something had to be wrong, but I prayed to God to at least let us get this truck back to Pensacola, FL and parked in my driveway. Everytime we had to stop for gas and cut the car off, there was a chance that this truck would not crank back up. Each gas refill meant getting closer to home. So after we finally made it home, hubby said that he was going to take it to the shop and let them look at it and tell us what was wrong. I was hoping that it wouldn't cost too much because we had already put enough money in this truck and besides, we had just come from out of town, so basically, we were broke.

Hubby comes back and hands me an estimate of what is wrong and how much it will cost. When he handed it to me, I immediately knew it was gonna cost an arm, a leg, two kitchen sinks, seven goats, fifteen panties and bra sets and nine ladies dancing......because he just handed it to me and walked away, no words, nothing. I looked at this estimate and said, "Holy Batman!" Yeah, it was up in the thousands. So Sunday came and we went to church in this shaking truck. We all do 8:00 a.m. service but hubby said that he was going to stay for both services and for me to come and pick him up later. So me and the kids got in the truck after the first service and was headed home, but before we got home, I told them that I needed to stop by Wal-Mart and get some Nyquil. We didn't make it to Wal-Mart. The truck start coughing and jerking as if it wanted to quit on me, then it wouldn't go any faster than 40 miles per hour. My son told me to pull over and he got out and looked under the hood but he didn't know what was going on. I asked them if we should chance it and go to the store or just get to the house. Everybody agreed that we should just go home.

I headed toward the house but my speed kept decreasing and so I put on my emergency flashers and drove on to the house and parked it. I had our daughter to call hubby at church and told him that he needed to find a ride from church because there is no way that I was going to make it in the truck.  So hubby did find a ride home and when he got home, he crank the truck up to see what was wrong. He then came inside and said that we are not going to put no more money in this truck and wanted to know if I would object to trading it in for another car. So early Monday morning, we were down at the car lot before their doors even opened, told them what was wrong and that we needed a car. To make a long story short, I ended up trading in my truck that they are going to fix anyway and re-sell for another truck. The funny thing is that I was 7 months away from paying off my truck, but we don't know why things happen when they do but God allowed it to happen and I am grateful that I got a vehicle to drive and that I am not walking. Thank the Lord for the blessing in disguise.