tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123438852026-10-14T02:35:23.053-04:00<img src="http://stupidsheet.com/uploaded_images/apr2007header.jpg" width="100%" height="104" alt="Stupidsheet. Trying to make a little sense of things"/>Lippyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10280795930290894490noreply@blogger.comBlogger700125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12343885.post-79080794761590361932016-04-11T19:04:00.001-04:002016-04-11T19:04:13.639-04:00

I haven't been blogging that much of late, but I did create a blog about my journey with cancer. If you'd care to read, it's over at&nbsp;62 Months Love to see you over there

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Somehow, I managed to dig out the AOL version of my AOL Journal that I copied over to Blogger. If you want to take a peek, please do so! Stupidsheet Too, The AOL Version

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This is a duplicate of a post I wrote in my cancer blog. I just felt like sharing it here today. This is a little bit about how my heart works. Last night I had quite a lucid dream. I was walking with a friend through what appeared to be some form of a Disney Store. The only merchandise on display, however, was an assortment of items that I had gotten for my kids over the years. Along

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It's been so long since I've written here! Does anyone even read blogs anymore? If you happen to read this, and you're still keeping a blog, please leave a link in the comments section, ok?

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Let's keep this one short and sweet. My feelings about bankruptcy were explained earlier. However... I started contacting creditors to make amends. I informed them that I was working. I currently make less than &nbsp;$30,000 base. It's awful. But it's a start. I wanted part of that income to go toward resolving my debts. However, firms like Saldutti, LLC and Pressler &amp; Pressler wanted no

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Years ago, I was a Business Law student in a class that studied US Bankruptcy laws. I remember thinking that this was something to be avoided, that this was the "easy way out." My own financial situation had gotten this close to bankruptcy, and every bone in my body felt that filing was nearly an immoral act. I had promised every creditor that they would begin to receive payments from me as soon

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Well, it's been quite a while since I posted to this blog. And with good reason! I battled it out for a long time. I was struggling in the Financial Services industry for a few years. I picked a great time to try and market life insurance, IRA's, etc. People in this Country have often been face with the decision: life insurance vs. food. Guess what wins? Well, I figured it was high time to

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Well, life is slowly but surely starting to turn around. It got real dark around these parts, but the sun is coming up and I'm starting my comeback. I was offered two positions, and for a short while, accepted both of them. Unfortunately, scheduling conflicts led me to resign from one so that I can pursue a career with the other. I seem to have landed with a good company. I'm in a brand new

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When the money troubles start, there is no peace. No quiet time, no "day off" from the difficulties. When you start being contacted by debt-collectors, it never stops. The phone rings from 8 AM to 9 PM. Every day. No Sunday's or holidays taken by these things. They call and call. And they send mail. Tons of mail. There is a big difference between refusing to pay and not being able to pay. The

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So the darker side of life is this: medical situations involving each one of my kids and me have been out of control. Being that I was no longer able to afford my own insurance ($1250 a month, then $890 a month) and made just enough to not&nbsp;qualify for Medicaid, I ran up about $250,000 in bills. Long story short, I've retained a lawyer to file for a Chapter 13 bankruptcy. And I'm battling to

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I guess it's human nature to try and see the lighter side of things, no matter how lousy the situation. I've had a lot of time to spare, unfortunately, but I've done a lot to make good of the time. I've had so much time to be with my kids. They're 17, 16 and 12 now. My oldest daughter, is set to graduate high school and head off to college. Unbelievable. My son is 16 and as big as I am, and my

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Life has certainly taken some insane turns since I last wrote. I wish I could report that things are great but they aren't. This isn't going to be about whining, complaining and the like. It's really just something I want to do. I intend to make a major comeback with my life. I'm about as low as I can go right now, so it's got to be time for some upward movement. I'm out of work. Not

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I find with Blogging, I have learned that it's always better to be to the point. So here it is. My life has been an utter disaster. I'm considering changing my name to "Job" (as in the Biblical character, that is) But thanks to Kristen and Christine's guidance, I have learned a lot. And I'm keeping the faith. (Love to you both, Ladies, and thank you. Know that what you've said to me over the

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In an effort to get some of my silly humor back into my life, I've revived an old (way old) Blog that I first started with back in the early 2000's Simple, silly stuff. Please join me? Beautiful Thing of the Day Back in the day, I was known for reading utterly idiotic news items and saying, "Oh that's a beautiful thing" in my inimitable New York accent. We kept piles of clippings over the years

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Something I thought I had definitely learned was that the Internet is very efficient at exposing the mistakes of others to us. I always knew that you can't unsee something and as well you can't unsay words once you've said them. And you can't unwrite something once the person you've hurt has seen it. As long as I have been blogging, I've always been mindful about the possibilities of hurting

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Pop came to the house, and I moved some of my stuff in too. This wasn't going to be easy, but I felt it to be a necessary choice. Part of the problem was that Pop was affiliated with the Veterans Administration for his medical care. He was a combat-disabled veteran of the Korean War, so his medical care was essentially free of cost to him. While he lived on Long Island, his care was administered

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After I passed the Series 14 Exam, I took a couple of days off. During that time, I discovered how sick my Father in Law, Pop, was. He was to come to live at the home of my Ex and the kids. He'd been living on his house boat, but that adventure needed to come to an end. He wasn't managing his medicines properly, and the boat was not the safest, healthiest place to be. He asked if I would take up

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So the first thing I set out to do was to get another certification to my name. The examination was called the NYSE Series 14 Exam, which qualifies someone to be a Compliance Officer at a Securities firm. It's not an exam many people take, so there aren't a lot of study materials available. I spent a good month preparing for this exam. I figured it would be a good way to segue into another area

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Well I went home feeling pretty crushed. That ride on the Ferry was the first time I think I'd ever ridden without keeping an eye out for an opportunity for humor. I was looking through the pictures on my phone, and I realized I started worrying about layoffs quite some time ago. I remembered that I kept telling myself to take pictures in and around the Exchange, seeing places, things and people

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I'm lying here at 4 AM. I'm angry with God right now. Not for the obvious reasons, though. My youngest girl is 11 years old. She's one of the lights of my life. She's incredibly sensitive and loving, and wise beyond her years, which isn't always good. She played a carnival game the other night. She used her entire $10 allowance to win a goldfish. A silly goldfish. Didn't even come with a fishbowl

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On May 24, 2007 my world changed. It was not an entirely unexpected change, but it didn't knock the wind out of me any less. I guess no matter what the situation, we always believe we'll have more time. My 29-year-11-months career at Merrill Lynch came to an end. I'd been an employee since 1978, went from High School Intern to AVP, then VP, then Director through that time. I was an active Member

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Here's something I'm curious about today. There are times we need to address strangers, or get their attention politely without screaming, "Yo!". I've heard a million different ways of doing it: "Excuse me, Sweetie" "Pardon me, Lady" "Yes Ma'am" "Thank you, sir No one seems to have a problem with "sir". (Occasionally someone might say, "Sir is my Dad..." but whatever). Everyone has a problem

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I have been noticeably absent from the Blogger community of late. The last year as a matter of fact. There are a lot of reasons for that. It seems in times of trouble, I tend to close up ranks and fade away to work out the problems all by myself. I have often said that there was probably one guy on the Titanic who believed if he just manned those water pumps a little longer, worked a little

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I'm just going through some things here, and seems it's gotten a little dusty around these parts. I've joined a lot of people who use Facebook and Twitter, and while they're fun for me, I miss the Blogosphere. To me it's a better way to touch base with the people I got started with. So could you all do me a favor? Please leave a link to your Blog if you still keep it. I'd love to start visiting

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