When was the last time you rose, victorious, like a phoenix from the ashes?

Anyone can be burned, crushed, consumed. But not everyone chooses to rise. Grace is the air that turns our cinders to ashes and our ashes to wings. Rise. Then rise again.

The Journey Towards a Sexy Me

Sunday, August 19, 2012

My Eyes - They Bleed

I pretty much spent all yesterday parsing through legal documents.  I think my eyes are still bleeding.  To sum up in a paragraph what they took a small forrest to say is: A) I got to submit proof that I am who they think I am. B) All property and assets inherited are mine to do with as I like, but upon my death, anything remaining can only go to my eldest, biology daughter.  If I die without a biological daughter,  anything remaining goes to my cousin, and then on down the line to whomever is next in the inheritance line.

I'm scanning return paperwork and emailing it back over today.  Once they get that all sorted, the executor of all properties and asset plans on coming into town to explain what all everything is, turn it over, and figure out what I want to do with everything.





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