This is a news article I saw on my local television affiliate.
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NH man swipes debit card for smokes, charged 23 quadrillion dollars (plus $15 overdraft fee)
By Associated Press
9:05 AM CDT, July 15, 2009
MANCHESTER, N.H. (AP) — A New Hampshire man says he swiped his debit card at a gas station to buy a pack of cigarettes and was charged over 23 quadrillion dollars.
Josh Muszynski (Moo-SIN'-ski) checked his account online a few hours later and saw the 17-digit number — a stunning $23,148,855,308,184,500 (twenty-three quadrillion, one hundred forty-eight trillion, eight hundred fifty-five billion, three hundred eight million, one hundred eighty-four thousand, five hundred dollars).
Muszynski says he spent two hours on the phone with Bank of America trying to sort out the string of numbers and the $15 overdraft fee.
The bank corrected the error the next day.
Bank of America tells WMUR-TV only the card issuer, Visa, could answer questions. Visa, in turn, referred questions to the bank.
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Information from: WMUR-TV, http://wmur.com
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Thursday Thirteen
"Reasons I Won't Have A Credit Card" and "Why I Think This Is Funny"
1. This was a DEBIT card, so I am still at risk.
2. 1% of this bill is more than four times the National Debt. (To copy the media, "That is QUADRILLION, with a Q!" Imagine the perky blonde anchor making you feel stupid, because you couldn't have heard it the first time.) I can live happily on that kind of money. The bank can never have enough.
3. Bank of America, the man's personal bank, is the bank known to give accounts to Undocumented Illegal Immigrants... I suppose they have to make up for that in some small fashion. I hope they don't think this is SMALL fashion.
4. I am sure that the numbers are meaningless..... no SSN or PIN in there. (Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!)
5. One of my friends on Facebook commented that the average daily balance would yield an interest charge that could be "ugly". They are allowed to be around 30%, especially if you are overdrawn.
6. How many people didn't get charged for their transactions that day, due to the keying error? I wouldn't want to be that person!
7. Cash Is King! Check out Dave Ramsey, and learn to survive without plastic. This is not a paid advertisement, just a personal testimony. I am not completely debt free, but imagine that as a goal! Now imagine that as a lifestyle!
8. I know that smoking kills you, but I thought it was for actually smoking! I am excited knowing that the guy is still alive after the SHOCK of seeing that bill.
9. Jesus said that our hearts are tied to our treasures. Junk purchased with plastic and debt are not treasures, but our hearts sit there with it anyway.
10. Nothing in the world like the Bank of America and Visa pointing fingers at each other. Poor guy had that balance on his personal checking account for a whole day, and nobody wanted to help him fix the problem.
11. The banks don't keep records better than I do. They can't! I am a perfectionist about accounting. I can't afford to let a penny slip by unaccounted for. I can't afford to write off mistakes. I can count!
12. Banks are really good at sticking you with fees when you really do overdraw... by a penny or two. Shouldn't they PAY you when the mistake is THEIRS?
13. Even Bakers know how to give a little extra to get a lot of loyalty. Banks could learn from this generous practice.
Blessings to you, more than money.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Which King is KING?
This was a mini sermon posted by my friend Rick Rossing, on Facebook.
I love the way he thinks! I had to share this with you today. Just had to.
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Tue {July 14, 2009} at 9:16pm
Michael Jackson was the King of Pop. When he died, millions cried. Thousands went to his funeral. Millions watched it on TV. Everyone wanted everyone else to know that they were friends of his. Michael Jackson impersonators are beginning to pop up everywhere. People are flocking to Neverland to walk where he walked and pay homage. But in a hundred years, who will really remember?
Elvis Presley was the King of Rock and Roll. When he died, millions cried. Many went to his funeral, and many watched it replayed on the news. Everyone wanted everyone else to know that they were friends of his. Elvis impersonators still pop up everywhere. People still trek to Graceland to walk where he walked and pay homage. But in a hundred years, who will really remember?
Jesus Christ was the King of Kings. When he died, thousands cheered. Only a handful of people stuck around to lay him in the tomb. Even people who knew him denied it. But after a few days, people started seeing him everywhere. His tomb is empty. Millions now take pilgrimages to the Holy Land to walk where he walked and pay homage, and millions more seek to be imitators of Christ. It's been almost two thousand years, and millions of people remember.
So which king do you follow? The king of pop, the king of rock, or the king of kings?
Do you want to live in Neverland, Graceland, or the Holy Land?
Jesus' tomb is empty. His promises are not.
Peace.
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I hope this humble thought has blessed you today!
I love the way he thinks! I had to share this with you today. Just had to.
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Tue {July 14, 2009} at 9:16pm
Michael Jackson was the King of Pop. When he died, millions cried. Thousands went to his funeral. Millions watched it on TV. Everyone wanted everyone else to know that they were friends of his. Michael Jackson impersonators are beginning to pop up everywhere. People are flocking to Neverland to walk where he walked and pay homage. But in a hundred years, who will really remember?
Elvis Presley was the King of Rock and Roll. When he died, millions cried. Many went to his funeral, and many watched it replayed on the news. Everyone wanted everyone else to know that they were friends of his. Elvis impersonators still pop up everywhere. People still trek to Graceland to walk where he walked and pay homage. But in a hundred years, who will really remember?
Jesus Christ was the King of Kings. When he died, thousands cheered. Only a handful of people stuck around to lay him in the tomb. Even people who knew him denied it. But after a few days, people started seeing him everywhere. His tomb is empty. Millions now take pilgrimages to the Holy Land to walk where he walked and pay homage, and millions more seek to be imitators of Christ. It's been almost two thousand years, and millions of people remember.
So which king do you follow? The king of pop, the king of rock, or the king of kings?
Do you want to live in Neverland, Graceland, or the Holy Land?
Jesus' tomb is empty. His promises are not.
Peace.
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I hope this humble thought has blessed you today!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
There Ain't No Doubt, I LOVE this Land! God BLESS The U.S.A. !!!
I enjoy Facebook. There are so many people to connect to. Friends from such a distant past, I have almost forgotten. Most people don't realize that I have a pretty good memory for names and faces. More specially for those who made an impact on my life. Apparently, I have made those kinds of impacts on the lives of others, when I was unaware.
I am finding people that I knew in High School (and before), but I thought they didn't like me. It was not like we were ever best buds. I kept up with the best buds. It occurred to me at my 10 year reunion, and I shared with my husband, that it hadn't yet been long enough. Some of the people I didn't like during High School were still the same, and that was immature. I said maybe they would really grow up by the 20th. Here we are just past 17, and the people I am connecting with (not all of these were unlikeable in the past, mind you) are more mature, more friendly and more sure of themselves.
Maybe that was the problem. We didn't like ourselves, so we projected that hate onto others, to give ourselves someone to blame. I know I did some of that. I know also that I can't be friends with everyone... but I can be a better friend to the ones who allow me into their circles.
People are surprising. This is why I watch them so much. Age, experience and having children gives one a new sense of self. When you stretch to let another person into your sphere, you can't help but grow. I have grown (physically, too...ugh) since I was young. I thought I knew it all.... now I know simply that I can never know it all.
I can't fathom why I thought people didn't like me. I never gave them a chance to speak for or against me. I still don't understand all of why I didn't like some others. I am amazed at the good memories that my friends-again have kept of me. I hope that I never take the olive branch of friendship for granted again. I beg myself to offer that same olive branch to another... and another... and another... without fear.
If you are my Blogger friend, or my Facebook friend, please know that I appreciate every one of you. You keep my world interesting and refreshing. I may do what my friend Jon did... Thanks-giving notes... to each and every friend. I can't do the video posts like he did, but I can try to see things from another perspective. I see that I need to focus on others for a change, not on me Me ME all the time.
Again I see that I complain so much. Why? God has provided a roof over my head, two and half years of allowing me to not work for "the MAN", and given me the biggest blessings, many of which I didn't know I needed! I need to focus on the happy, uplifting and joyful things in life.
This weekend, I get to spend our Nation's Independence Day with family, friends, food and fireworks. What could be better?
Happy Birthday, AMERICA!!!
I am finding people that I knew in High School (and before), but I thought they didn't like me. It was not like we were ever best buds. I kept up with the best buds. It occurred to me at my 10 year reunion, and I shared with my husband, that it hadn't yet been long enough. Some of the people I didn't like during High School were still the same, and that was immature. I said maybe they would really grow up by the 20th. Here we are just past 17, and the people I am connecting with (not all of these were unlikeable in the past, mind you) are more mature, more friendly and more sure of themselves.
Maybe that was the problem. We didn't like ourselves, so we projected that hate onto others, to give ourselves someone to blame. I know I did some of that. I know also that I can't be friends with everyone... but I can be a better friend to the ones who allow me into their circles.
People are surprising. This is why I watch them so much. Age, experience and having children gives one a new sense of self. When you stretch to let another person into your sphere, you can't help but grow. I have grown (physically, too...ugh) since I was young. I thought I knew it all.... now I know simply that I can never know it all.
I can't fathom why I thought people didn't like me. I never gave them a chance to speak for or against me. I still don't understand all of why I didn't like some others. I am amazed at the good memories that my friends-again have kept of me. I hope that I never take the olive branch of friendship for granted again. I beg myself to offer that same olive branch to another... and another... and another... without fear.
If you are my Blogger friend, or my Facebook friend, please know that I appreciate every one of you. You keep my world interesting and refreshing. I may do what my friend Jon did... Thanks-giving notes... to each and every friend. I can't do the video posts like he did, but I can try to see things from another perspective. I see that I need to focus on others for a change, not on me Me ME all the time.
Again I see that I complain so much. Why? God has provided a roof over my head, two and half years of allowing me to not work for "the MAN", and given me the biggest blessings, many of which I didn't know I needed! I need to focus on the happy, uplifting and joyful things in life.
This weekend, I get to spend our Nation's Independence Day with family, friends, food and fireworks. What could be better?
Happy Birthday, AMERICA!!!
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