The Yamm Report

“Today is not a good day.”  My mother states to me as she has a devil’s food cookie in one hand and a marshmallow, I had just given to her, in the other.  And she is right today is not a good day.  We live in Utah and the skies are grey with rain mixing to sleet then snowing and frankly we are all tired of the snow (including snow loving Frodo).

To top it off my mother is constantly juggling bills from the family business that just seemed to fizzle in 2006/7 along with the failing economy.  We have to sell or go into business bankruptcy.  Well my parents have to sell I just have to make sure Wells Fargo has taken my name off the business credit card account.  It’s not just a polite “Negative” note on my credit report it’s the possibility that they will  dip into my personal account and just take a monthly payment like they did to my parents.  Banks are evil!

If you do not believe me you should have been here the day there were fourteen calls on the phone log all from Wells Fargo.  They had called the house at least four times in one hour.  Doesn’t anybody understand that we work all day and to stop calling our house!  Still it is pleasant getting that 8 am wake up call every morning when I am already up.

So in the midst of  the bad weather my father is bringing home boxes from my parents storage shed in an effort to reduce the size to something more affordable.  Most of the boxes were packed over nine years ago when we moved my now passed grandmother from Sacramento.  Mom and I have to decide what to keep and what to sell in a MEGA YARD SALE.  Of course we are counting on the fact that people will buy it.  And the kept items you ask.  Well they are going in my storage shed!

Now it is a blizzard . . .