BRING IT!

**WARNING** I'm gonna piss and moan because it's my party and WHATEVA! I do what I want!

So, I feel tired and beat up after the last 5 days I've had. First of all the wreck with all of it's lovely glory. Couldn't move forward with the claim until I got the police report because the dipshit who hit me couldn't have a normal conversation with me enough for me to get his information, he immediately rattled off insults and shouting and cursing. But, turns out he was only 16 so that makes total sense to me now.

My car was returned to my house on Sunday, the day after the wreck, and was placed in the yard (where I normally park) until we got the insurance straight and the responsible party would come pick it up.

So this morning, after I put Bear down for his morning nap I look out the front window and notice a man walking around my car, making notes and talking to my neighbor. I quickly put my shoes on and go outside and ask him if there was a problem. He said that he was issuing me a warning, that a neighbor (not the one he was speaking to earlier) in the cul-de-sac had complained about the vehicle and that it was in violation of several city ordinances. I told him what was going on and that the car would be removed soon by the insurance company. He said it should be fine if I had the car removed by the end of the week. At this point I could barely speak, I was fighting back tears of anger and frustration. He gave me the notices and left. Stunned and close to rage was about how I was feeling as I walked back inside.

This came after a situation with my dear hubby's ex came to a point where we are immediately taking the older boys into our home for the next 2 weeks. That's all fine and dandy but this decision happened within a 24 hour notice. And they had also just been here for their summer visit not a month ago. I, ashamedly so, was not prepared to have to deal with them again so quickly. Mostly it's because we're already in such a small place. We're crammed in just the 3 of us, when you make it 5 (and Flopsy and I are the only girls) it gets crowded and uncomfortable QUICKLY. But, it really is in the best interest of the boys and being a mother I can't have them go anywhere but with us so I'll make the best of it. Jim got a phone call at 6:30 am and was on the road to Colorado by 9:00 am to retrieve them.

And, sure, why not? Let's throw some Monthly Visitor action on top of everything else. Yeah, she decided to come knocking on my door this morning too. There's such a party going on, she'd be silly to miss it.

I decide to go have lunch with my Mom to cheer me up because I'm about to lose it. Lunch was great, Coneys were great, visiting with everyone was great. Lunch rocked, I'm glad I did it.

Driving home, I realize I'm still fuming about getting the complaint about my car. I'm trying to just let it go but my brain's got it locked it in it's sights and it won't let go. Bear goes down for a nap and I type up a nice little letter to the person who filed the complaint. Since I didn't know exactly who it was, I made sure to print enough copies to put on the porches of the other duplexes in the cul-de-sac.
I distributed them and went back home where I scanned and emailed documents and pictures to insurance companies before finally giving up and taking a nap with the baby.

Woke up in time time to get him up and changed before Nana showed up. I changed while Nana fed him and then I told Nana thank you for watching him while Jim's gone and while I go to work, and I left.

I get home after work and my mom tells me that I need to go next door and talk to my neighbors, that they got something in the mail saying that our duplex had been foreclosed on. I rush over there to find that it is indeed true. In an envelope addressed to the occupant were official court documents stating that our landlord no longer owns this property and hasn't for like a month. We were aware of talk of foreclosure but we were hoping that it wouldn't come crashing down on us while we were still here. And we just signed a new lease with them!!!!! So, this will be interesting to watch pan out. My neighbor assured me that even though possession has switched hands that we wouldn't be forced out of our home.

Oh gee, I almost forgot to mention that when I went into the doctor to get checked out after my wreck, when they weighed me I weigh as much as I did 8 months pregnant!!!! *headdesk* It's time to make a change.

And, it's time to go to bed.

G'night!