$$ ... give or take

So, everyone who's lived with me for any amount of time, can testify of my love for going to the bank.  Ok, so that list would have to include going to the grocery store, to the car repair store, or just about any store.  No, the library does not fall under that category, as event my students can attest to. (I'm addicted, at least during those cold dark months from October to March!)

This last week, in a fit of functionality, I stopped by the bank.  It's two floors and 300 yards from my office, so after a long and ardjious journey I decided to do something drastic.  I deposited some foreign monies!

Shocking, I know.

After returning from Europe, and not recently, I had some Euro's and Czech Koruna's left in my wallet.  Yes, I've had them with me the whole time.  Well, I expected about 50 bucks, maybe, if I was lucky.  More likely it's worth about 25-30.  I'm realistic here.  Rarely do I keep any cash in my wallet, let alone that much; hence my keeping track of it.  Walking up to the clerk I pulled out the currency, and asked if there was any way I could deposit it.  He didn't think it was such a random question.  But really, in the middle of Utah County, who's going to need any koruna's?  Well, to my pleasant suprise, he said he could take all of it (event the koruna's).  Next thing I know I've discovered my random 25 bucks is really two hundred fifty six bucks, and some change.

(deep breath) I was carrying How Much?

Yep, twoo hundred plus dollars have been sitting in my wallet for a little over two years.

Guess I should go to the bank more often. :)

:)


PS two posts in one month...I'm improving.
And Paul & Amelia, the rest of the family has learned about the blog, guess you wont be the only ones reading it now.  So sad.

I love my brother

It's so simple to say some things.  Harder to capture the soul on a page of words.  Yet I opened my e-mail at work, and there is a piece of my brother showing up on the screen.  Granted, it wasn't (originally) written for me, but it gets a smile and a pause of fresh air.  It's at the end of the e-mail; right after rain clears from behind my eyes, and the wet drops dry, leaving me shivering inside when that cold after-the-storm wind caresses me, that I see why I received this small part of who he is inside. 

A thank you.

Funnily put in a mocking overtone of idiocy for the past ideals, true.  Even so, I get a moment of joy for having such a wonderful soul in my life. 

Don't you just love family!