It seems I owe everyone an apology. My life is crazy and hectic right now. We have had court dates come up and be cancelled and new dates set. I have not been shopping to share deals in ages as I am saving up to pay for attorney costs, court costs, filing fees; it seems like the list never ends. I have been super busy at work since I have been taking time off for court dates that never happen. I have been trying hard to keep a positive attitude through all of this. I have been really struggling this last month in particular. I feel like I have so much to do, so many things that I want to accomplish, and just not enough time to get to all of it. So, I let you, my readers down. I am sorry for that. I will do my best to get here and post. It may not have much to do with deals and steals. It may just be random musings and updates on what is going on with my son and me.
I have been feeling down in the dumps for many reasons lately. I was told by my son several weeks ago that he needed more dental work done. This little boy, well not so little boy, is only nine years old and because of the poor nutrition and shoddy dental care has had to get eight cavities filled. While this was going on, because he is also stressed, he wound up mouth ulcers. I know they were painful. He hardly ever complains about pain, and yet he continually told me how his mouth hurt. My son had some dental work done earlier this year, and more done this fall, and who knows how much more before his dad is done ruining his teeth. Just last week they had to pull a tooth because the dental work done was not the greatest and because his teeth were in such bad shape, the tooth broke. So, out it came. He was terrified and when I called him, he was in tears because he was so afraid it was going to hurt. With my policy to never, ever lie to him, I told him it might hurt. He should ask his dad to tell the dentist that he was scared it would hurt. He told me his dad does not go in with him, he has to go in by himself and that scared him too. I swear I don't know what is wrong with that man. He did get the tooth pulled last week and thankfully he did not have any pain. Then he tells me that he got the flu shot. That was on Tuesday. Friday when I called he was sick. Saturday when I called he was sick again. "The doctor" said he had bronchitis. Or bronchy-itis as my son used to say. Then on Sunday he did not say anything about not feeling well. When I called last night, he was even sicker and this time he went to the doctor and he was diagnosed with the flu. If it was up to me, he would have never gotten the flu shot. I will save my rant on the flu shots for another day, but suffice it to say, I don't like them. In the midst of all of this, I have to keep hearing snide hateful comments from my ex, listen to my son repeat them because that is all he is hearing down there, and in general just feel stressed out by the upcoming court dates. And I only get every other weekend for a few hours to try to make up for all of it.
I don't mean all of this as a pity party. I don't even really want sympathy. I just wanted to let you know that I may not always post right now because it would not be very nice of me to post a bunch of negative things out here and bring you all down. I will try to get back on schedule of posting and try to keep them positive.
On an unrelated note, I have also been very worried about our economy, and the direction I see our government headed. What I see scares me. Not like the terrified, can't sleep at night sort of thing. The scared just enough to try to figure out what I need to do to be prepared for anything. Like job loss, outbreaks of swine flu that our local government over reacts to. You know, that sort of thing. I also have been stressed at work. There is a woman that I have to work with that is awful. You know the kind that wants credit for every good thing and blames you for every mistake. She has even tried to get me fired on more than one occasion. I used to not be too worried about it as I had a buffer. Now, the buffer got tired of working here and moved on. So, no more buffer. Then she has maintenance move her office so she is right next door to me. She comes in at least once a day to "say hello" or just "ask a question". I don't believe her for one second. She is back to her old tricks of complaining about me to everyone and anyone. Fortunately, most people are already onto her games and don't listen, but a few do. And those few could make my life hell. I am trying not to borrow trouble, but with this kind of person, I must always be ready and prepared as best as I can. She attacks when you least expect it.
So, I have been trying to be good at work, get things done at home, fret about finances, simmer and stew about my son, worry about the economy, and just try to keep a smile on my face and steam in my engines. I am certain that I am not accomplishing much these days, even though I feel like I am constatly on the go and pulled every which way.
Okay, after all my whining, how are you all doing? Better I sincerely hope.
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
I'm Tired, and my cats are destructive
I had my weekend with my son. I got stuck in traffic that was nearly at a standstill in Kentucky. There was construction on the interstate and I was not paying attention to my radio and missed the fact that there was a backup. I could have gone around it if I had been listening. Oh, well, I got to be amused by the truck drivers. I got down there late and conked out in the backseat for a couple of hours. I picked up S and showed him my new phone. He was not nearly as impressed to start with as I thought he would be. That eventually changed. We played hard all day. It was hot and sunny. We went swimming, played cars, star wars, all that good stuff. He did warm up to the phone after he realized that I had the bluetooth and he could talk with the earpiece. He then wanted me to show him the internet. He had a blast with it after that.
After I took him home, I took a shower to get all that icky pool water off of me. I called S to talk. While I waited for him to call me back, I read more of my Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich. These books are the best. Always enough funny stuff going on to keep my laughing and bring my mood up. Thanks to my friend K for showing me this series. After a while S called back. I made my way into the tent for the night. I read by the light of the dvd player while some batman movie was in. I have never actually watched the movie, but after seeing part of it last night, I will watch the whole thing one of these days. Somewhere in the middle of the night it started raining. At first it was that gentle rain that you enjoy while slumbering. Then it started raining hard. It was really loud in a tent. Then it started raining even harder. Then harder yet. I thought my tent would collapse it was raining so hard. There was a dry creek bed next to our campsite. I could hear the water rushing through it. I was slightly worried it would make its way over to my tent. It was impossible to sleep at that point. I laid there and listened hoping it would lighten back up to that enjoyable level of rain. Nope, it just kept raining so hard I could not hear myself think. Which was a good thing because I was still wondering if I was going to float down the hill right into the river. It did finally ease up a bit by the time the sun was coming up. Course by then I needed to get up so I could start getting ready for my day with S. I climbed out of the tent to a world of soppiness. Everything, and I mean everything was soaked. Water even got into the car somehow. I dried up what I could. Thankfully I don't leave much out. So it was just a couple of plastic tubs that got wet. Everything else had been picked up before bed. I got ready and picked up S. We played in the tent while it was windy and rainy outside. Eventually I moved the gazebo over the tent so at least one thing had an opportunity to dry. Then the sun came out. OMG, talk about humid. I was dripping and it was not sweat. There was that much water in the air and the sun came out. Ugh. Thank goodness it was relatively cool out. We enjoyed our day with toys, games and water balloons. When it was time to deliver my buddy back to his dad's house, he started playing with the phone. It has a "notepad" to make notes (duh). I now have half a dozen notes. I have voice recording on the phone as well. I now have my son's voice and requests recorded to listen to anytime I want. He sure did have lots of fun with that phone.
On the way home, I ran into car wrecks with backed up traffic and again-construction with backups. It was a long ride home. I was already tired because of a lack of sleep the two previous nights. Just get home, I kept telling myself. Open the window, close the window. Find a good song to sing along with, shift around in the seat. Just don't close the eyes and we will be good. I got home, grabbed my purse, the keys and the phone. Drag up to the door, put the key in, start swinging the door open, hang on what was that? Something just brushed up against my legs. Please tell me the outdoor kitty made it in. She has been trying for weeks. Nope, it was my goofy Kitten. I grabbed the bag of food to try to get his attention. I don't leave him out for fear of him getting into a fight. Because he would start it. The heathen. I finally got him close enough to grab. The brat. I dragged his butt back into the house. I made a pit stop in the bathroom, stripped on the way to the bedroom and crashed. Next thing I know, it is about 5:30. I am dog tired and I wake up at 5:30? What is wrong with me? I lounged there for about a half hour petting the cats. More accurately getting smothered by the cats. They must have missed me. I get up and get started cleaning out the car. I can not figure out why it takes so much more time to unload than it does to load. I throw on some clothes and head off to the car rental place. I am so tired that my eye started twitching this morning. After some (un)healthy doses of caffeine, it stopped.
To get to the destruction part: My cats are destruction with fur. They are little time bombs waiting to happen. I walked into my kitchen last night and the floor was covered with fur. I swear they kidnapped a cat and plucked its fur for fun this weekend. There has to be a naked cat running around in my neighborhood. Otherwise I cannot figure out where all the fur came from. Not just a puff or two. It seriously looks like enough fur to cover an entire cat. Then I walk into the living room. From the corner of my eye I can see something big in the storage room. I turn on the light. It is something big alright. It is everything in the storage room in a big pile in the middle. Gone are my tidy stacks of tubs and boxes. Tipped are the lamps and coat tree. It looks like a bomb went off in there and all the rubble was piled up. I could not even look at it. I decided to ignore it for now. I think tonight I will close the door and not look at it again til this weekend. That seems like a good way to deal with it. Pretend it is not there. After all, when I get home I have to find the naked cat and stick some of that fur back on. Do you think if I spit on the cat and stick the fur on it that the fur will stick? Or should I break out the glue stick? I also have to get ready and repack and wash and all that for my next trip, which I leave for on Wednesday. I visit for my eight hours on Thursday, which is my birthday, come home and get Sassy to the vet by 7ish in the morning on Friday for her surgery. I was going to take the day off to sleep, but if I have to take her into town and then wait until after 3:00 to pick her up, I might as well go to work. Then I get to take her home and start cleaning the disaster zone. Hopefully there are no new ones in the mean time. I also get to watch my kitty. Apparently she is one of those cats that does not tolerate the meds well and so she is pretty loopy for a day or two after the surgery. She runs into things and falls off the couch. If it weren't so nerve racking, it would be funny. She normally is very graceful and classy. Give her a bit of anesthesia and she is a klutzy dope. She would certainly be a cheap date, one drink and she would be done.
So how was your weekend? Any excitement for your life?
After I took him home, I took a shower to get all that icky pool water off of me. I called S to talk. While I waited for him to call me back, I read more of my Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich. These books are the best. Always enough funny stuff going on to keep my laughing and bring my mood up. Thanks to my friend K for showing me this series. After a while S called back. I made my way into the tent for the night. I read by the light of the dvd player while some batman movie was in. I have never actually watched the movie, but after seeing part of it last night, I will watch the whole thing one of these days. Somewhere in the middle of the night it started raining. At first it was that gentle rain that you enjoy while slumbering. Then it started raining hard. It was really loud in a tent. Then it started raining even harder. Then harder yet. I thought my tent would collapse it was raining so hard. There was a dry creek bed next to our campsite. I could hear the water rushing through it. I was slightly worried it would make its way over to my tent. It was impossible to sleep at that point. I laid there and listened hoping it would lighten back up to that enjoyable level of rain. Nope, it just kept raining so hard I could not hear myself think. Which was a good thing because I was still wondering if I was going to float down the hill right into the river. It did finally ease up a bit by the time the sun was coming up. Course by then I needed to get up so I could start getting ready for my day with S. I climbed out of the tent to a world of soppiness. Everything, and I mean everything was soaked. Water even got into the car somehow. I dried up what I could. Thankfully I don't leave much out. So it was just a couple of plastic tubs that got wet. Everything else had been picked up before bed. I got ready and picked up S. We played in the tent while it was windy and rainy outside. Eventually I moved the gazebo over the tent so at least one thing had an opportunity to dry. Then the sun came out. OMG, talk about humid. I was dripping and it was not sweat. There was that much water in the air and the sun came out. Ugh. Thank goodness it was relatively cool out. We enjoyed our day with toys, games and water balloons. When it was time to deliver my buddy back to his dad's house, he started playing with the phone. It has a "notepad" to make notes (duh). I now have half a dozen notes. I have voice recording on the phone as well. I now have my son's voice and requests recorded to listen to anytime I want. He sure did have lots of fun with that phone.
On the way home, I ran into car wrecks with backed up traffic and again-construction with backups. It was a long ride home. I was already tired because of a lack of sleep the two previous nights. Just get home, I kept telling myself. Open the window, close the window. Find a good song to sing along with, shift around in the seat. Just don't close the eyes and we will be good. I got home, grabbed my purse, the keys and the phone. Drag up to the door, put the key in, start swinging the door open, hang on what was that? Something just brushed up against my legs. Please tell me the outdoor kitty made it in. She has been trying for weeks. Nope, it was my goofy Kitten. I grabbed the bag of food to try to get his attention. I don't leave him out for fear of him getting into a fight. Because he would start it. The heathen. I finally got him close enough to grab. The brat. I dragged his butt back into the house. I made a pit stop in the bathroom, stripped on the way to the bedroom and crashed. Next thing I know, it is about 5:30. I am dog tired and I wake up at 5:30? What is wrong with me? I lounged there for about a half hour petting the cats. More accurately getting smothered by the cats. They must have missed me. I get up and get started cleaning out the car. I can not figure out why it takes so much more time to unload than it does to load. I throw on some clothes and head off to the car rental place. I am so tired that my eye started twitching this morning. After some (un)healthy doses of caffeine, it stopped.
To get to the destruction part: My cats are destruction with fur. They are little time bombs waiting to happen. I walked into my kitchen last night and the floor was covered with fur. I swear they kidnapped a cat and plucked its fur for fun this weekend. There has to be a naked cat running around in my neighborhood. Otherwise I cannot figure out where all the fur came from. Not just a puff or two. It seriously looks like enough fur to cover an entire cat. Then I walk into the living room. From the corner of my eye I can see something big in the storage room. I turn on the light. It is something big alright. It is everything in the storage room in a big pile in the middle. Gone are my tidy stacks of tubs and boxes. Tipped are the lamps and coat tree. It looks like a bomb went off in there and all the rubble was piled up. I could not even look at it. I decided to ignore it for now. I think tonight I will close the door and not look at it again til this weekend. That seems like a good way to deal with it. Pretend it is not there. After all, when I get home I have to find the naked cat and stick some of that fur back on. Do you think if I spit on the cat and stick the fur on it that the fur will stick? Or should I break out the glue stick? I also have to get ready and repack and wash and all that for my next trip, which I leave for on Wednesday. I visit for my eight hours on Thursday, which is my birthday, come home and get Sassy to the vet by 7ish in the morning on Friday for her surgery. I was going to take the day off to sleep, but if I have to take her into town and then wait until after 3:00 to pick her up, I might as well go to work. Then I get to take her home and start cleaning the disaster zone. Hopefully there are no new ones in the mean time. I also get to watch my kitty. Apparently she is one of those cats that does not tolerate the meds well and so she is pretty loopy for a day or two after the surgery. She runs into things and falls off the couch. If it weren't so nerve racking, it would be funny. She normally is very graceful and classy. Give her a bit of anesthesia and she is a klutzy dope. She would certainly be a cheap date, one drink and she would be done.
So how was your weekend? Any excitement for your life?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Random Thoughts Tuesday
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My random thoughts for the day:
I have recently started reading the Stephanie Plum series. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard from reading a book. I think I will have to buy one or two to keep around the house in case I need a pick me up.
I am still reeling from this past weekend. I am totally glad it is over. Except now my family is already trying to plan another one. That scares me....
I wish we were having a real summer. It has been pretty cool here this summer. We had like one week of hot weather and that was it. I want some heat!
I had a lot of commotion at my house last night. I was playing on my new phone waiting for the time to call S. I could hear all the kids outside and decided it might be prudent to sit on the back porch for a bit. They were out there yelling and fighting with each other. Then fortunately they all separated. Some of the kids remained on the corner of my block being loud and obnoxious. Then one of the heathens spotted some buddies and took off running. Right through my yard. Now, I have been trying for the two+ years that I have lived here trying to keep the heathens out of my yard. I yelled for him to get out of my yard and got some smart ass remark about being sorry and he would not do it again. My response was yes I can see that. The other boys with him walked around my yard and told him to be respectful and not cut through other peoples yards. I wanted to go and give those boys gold stars or something. Anyway, this continued for most of the evening until it was dark. Then they tried hiding from me on the patio area of the church building next to me. When I started to go over there, they ran. Except apparently learning balance while running is next semester because two of the kids fell and one knocked the gutter off the side of the building. Of course they ran really fast after that. I called to let the church folks know the damage had been done. I went around the front to see which house they went into just for my knowledge. I went back in and started dishes. I could hear the kids yelling outside my kitchen and bathroom windows. I was going to ignore them until I heard them right under my bathroom window. I went outside only to see the police driving in the church parking lot behind my house. I went out to meet them and asked who finally called them. No one called them. The stupid little bas***** stole the window washers/squeegees from the gas station and ran right out in the road in front of the cops. They took off towards the church building and dropped the washers in my back yard. The cops asked me if the the gutter hanging off was new and I told him yes, and I knew which kids did it cuz I watched them. He thought I meant right then and I said no, they were hiding from me over by the building earlier and did it then. I of course knew which kids they were talking about, what clothes they were wearing and what they looked like, and most importantly which house they would be hiding out at. I told the cops what I knew and off they went. They were gone for a little bit and when they returned, I saw all the kids going off in different directions. It was quiet at my house for the rest of the night. I played on my phone-it has internet, so cool, I am really excited about that. Then I went to bed around 12:15. I could not sleep for a while so I tossed and turned. I fell asleep somewhere after 1 which is when I last looked at the time.
Work sucks. I don't really like my job all that much. Well, it is more that there are a couple of key players in my workplace that I don't like. I am annoyed because one co-worker in my office has been coughing and sick sounding for over a week, has not been to the doctor and just keeps hacking all over everything. I think this co-worker went to the doctor today. I hope anyway. The other ones that annoy me are just a couple of those people that are just cruel and mean. They are just not right as some folks would say. They make my job hard to do and make it miserable to come into work. For the most part, my office gets along really well. Just add in the crazy folks from the other offices and things go downhill.
I think that is all that has been rattling around in my brain for today. Now my brain is empty. You know, that is a good feeling for today.
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My random thoughts for the day:
I have recently started reading the Stephanie Plum series. I don't think I have ever laughed so hard from reading a book. I think I will have to buy one or two to keep around the house in case I need a pick me up.
I am still reeling from this past weekend. I am totally glad it is over. Except now my family is already trying to plan another one. That scares me....
I wish we were having a real summer. It has been pretty cool here this summer. We had like one week of hot weather and that was it. I want some heat!
I had a lot of commotion at my house last night. I was playing on my new phone waiting for the time to call S. I could hear all the kids outside and decided it might be prudent to sit on the back porch for a bit. They were out there yelling and fighting with each other. Then fortunately they all separated. Some of the kids remained on the corner of my block being loud and obnoxious. Then one of the heathens spotted some buddies and took off running. Right through my yard. Now, I have been trying for the two+ years that I have lived here trying to keep the heathens out of my yard. I yelled for him to get out of my yard and got some smart ass remark about being sorry and he would not do it again. My response was yes I can see that. The other boys with him walked around my yard and told him to be respectful and not cut through other peoples yards. I wanted to go and give those boys gold stars or something. Anyway, this continued for most of the evening until it was dark. Then they tried hiding from me on the patio area of the church building next to me. When I started to go over there, they ran. Except apparently learning balance while running is next semester because two of the kids fell and one knocked the gutter off the side of the building. Of course they ran really fast after that. I called to let the church folks know the damage had been done. I went around the front to see which house they went into just for my knowledge. I went back in and started dishes. I could hear the kids yelling outside my kitchen and bathroom windows. I was going to ignore them until I heard them right under my bathroom window. I went outside only to see the police driving in the church parking lot behind my house. I went out to meet them and asked who finally called them. No one called them. The stupid little bas***** stole the window washers/squeegees from the gas station and ran right out in the road in front of the cops. They took off towards the church building and dropped the washers in my back yard. The cops asked me if the the gutter hanging off was new and I told him yes, and I knew which kids did it cuz I watched them. He thought I meant right then and I said no, they were hiding from me over by the building earlier and did it then. I of course knew which kids they were talking about, what clothes they were wearing and what they looked like, and most importantly which house they would be hiding out at. I told the cops what I knew and off they went. They were gone for a little bit and when they returned, I saw all the kids going off in different directions. It was quiet at my house for the rest of the night. I played on my phone-it has internet, so cool, I am really excited about that. Then I went to bed around 12:15. I could not sleep for a while so I tossed and turned. I fell asleep somewhere after 1 which is when I last looked at the time.
Work sucks. I don't really like my job all that much. Well, it is more that there are a couple of key players in my workplace that I don't like. I am annoyed because one co-worker in my office has been coughing and sick sounding for over a week, has not been to the doctor and just keeps hacking all over everything. I think this co-worker went to the doctor today. I hope anyway. The other ones that annoy me are just a couple of those people that are just cruel and mean. They are just not right as some folks would say. They make my job hard to do and make it miserable to come into work. For the most part, my office gets along really well. Just add in the crazy folks from the other offices and things go downhill.
I think that is all that has been rattling around in my brain for today. Now my brain is empty. You know, that is a good feeling for today.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Wow, My Weekend and Some Rambling
That is all I can say about my weekend. I was home this weekend. I did not go visit my son for the weekend. I went last weekend for just Sunday. Then I also went to see him on Thursday for a few hours for his birthday. We celebrated his birthday on Sunday with presents and brownies. He does not like cake, only the icing. So, we had brownies. It is all a chocolate-y goodness, so makes no difference to me. We had a blast. We pretty much just played all day.
Then I think Thursday was my undoing. I totally enjoyed my time with my son. I saved a couple of cards and one present for his actual birthday. We went to the river and the park to play as well. Of course I had to drop him off after just a couple of hours and it was really sad. Not enough time. He did tell me I was the first to sing him Happy Birthday on his birthday, and he said it with the sweetest little smile. Then as I was dropping him off, he said he liked the big van better than all the different cars I've been driving (two rentals and my moms explorer). When I asked why he had the funniest answer. Because the big van has two side doors that open and he feels like a king when we open both doors to let him out. In all the cars, there is just one door and he's just a regular kid. I laughed a lot at that one. I may have to get another full size van to replace my old one just to make my kid feel like a king again!
I also sold the camper (I hope). I am waiting on the title to arrive to my house. A couple came and looked at it on Sunday and said consider it sold, call them when the title comes in and they will come and get it. I was doing the happy dance for hours. I thought I would never sell it. At least for what I wanted to get out of it. I am actually getting more than I paid for it, but not more than I spent on it. I will recoup everything I have had out of pocket from it. That is super news, and more money to put towards the hearing and the court costs if they are soon or a new car if it is going to be months before we get to court.
Back to the undoing. When I had to leave S this past Thursday, it was all I could do to hold my tears in. I am not usually happy to drop him off, but am pretty good at keeping my emotions in check. I think it was kind of a combination of two short visits in a row followed by his birthday. He just keeps getting older, and he is still not home. This is really hard. I am really tired of waiting. I think that it is part of the bad guy team plan (my ex and his atty). Part of MSBP is that the mom's start to get more emotional and stressed the longer it takes to get their children back. Oh, yes cause all mom's would start to relax and get calmer as the time passes without their kids. (can you see the sarcasm dripping off that comment?) Craziness I tell you. I think they are hoping that I go nuts and start raving like a lunatic if they keep dragging it out and make it so they are not available to get dates and times set up. Nope, I will just calmly rip him a new one the first chance I get. Hopefully right after court....Right after the court (hopefully-keeping my fingers crossed) terminates all his rights.
Anyway, I think I am sad about my son getting older and I am missing it. Yes, I realize I do get to see him. But I am missing the day to day things. The discoveries, the playing, the interacting with the pets and other children. The interacting with me. Even the arguing. So I came home from my visit and decided this weekend was as good as any to start getting the house cleaned up. I actually plug in the tv and put in a movie. Now I do not have any new movies. All my movies are either about 10 years old (or older) or Disney movies. I just put it on in the background and by the end of the movie, I had been crying for at least four different scenes and through the whole ending. Not just the sad stuff, at all the mushy stuff and happy stuff too. So I watched a different movie with the same results. The second movie, BTW, was Harry Potter, the first one-Sorcerer's Stone- and has absolutely no reason to cry. At least it did not used to have any reason to cry for me in the past. I got done cleaning in the front half of my house and moved on to the kitchen. I plugged in the tv/vcr combo. I just needed the noise, and usually I don't need that either. I was just weird all weekend. I watched Homeward Bound. That movie is from ages ago, and I have watched it a billion times, I know all the animals make it home. Instead at the point you think one of the dogs is going to die, I cried for the whole rest of the movie, right through the end where he lives and makes it home. I'm talking sobbing, nose running and all.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I really do wish I knew exactly what is going on with me this weekend. I am feeling better today, albeit catty. I am not really sure what is wrong with that though. Sometimes a gal just needs to be catty and let it all out. I just don't know if I had been holding it all in for too long, and it burst out, or if I am just lonely, or if I am just stressed because I don't like my job, I don't like my ex, and I want my kid back. I am just confused. But at least this week I know which day it is! :)
Here is a pic of us on his birthday, when he did not feel like a king, but did feel special that I sang Happy Birthday to him. Me with my shiny face and S playing his new DS game.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
One of Those.....
Ever had one of those days? That turns into one of those couple of days, that turns into one of those weeks, and then one of those couple of weeks? That is where I am.
Three weeks ago, my mom and I went to look at a motor home. I have been looking for one since I started making my trips. My mom started thinking it would be a good idea as well when I told her I was going to start camping because I could not afford the cost of the hotel every time. I got this full size van with a seat that lays down into a "bed", why not use it? She agreed that it was a good idea, until she went down in the summer and she was too hot. I continued to camp and we brought fans with us to plug in and blow on us. We made it through the summer last year, although my said she would rather have a camper. So we have been looking since the middle of last year. We found one about 150 miles from our house(there are no decent ones locally). We went and looked at it. It drove nicely, has nice tires, not really any rust, it just looked really good. It needed new exhaust, but that usually is not too expensive. The guy that was selling it told us that they took it down to Florida and Texas every year for the winter. They were selling it because he had knee surgery and could no longer climb into the bunk above the cab. He told us how everything worked and where to put the settings for all the stuff. I was not super happy with the camper, but was not totally disappointed either. It was old, and some of it was ugly, but that is cosmetic. I talked to mom and we decided to go for it. I paid the guy for it and started home. About 30 miles from their house it died in the middle of the road when I slowed down for the railroad track crossing. It started right back up, but I had to drive with two feet to get it home. This is when the bad feeling started. We stopped at a Meijer on the way home for a few groceries. It died in the parking lot when I stopped. I was not too happy about that. When I did finally get home, it died again. So every time I slowed down too much or tried to just idle it would die.
I took it to my mechanic and asked him to check everything over. I told him I was not planning on taking it on my trip that weekend (it was Wednesday) and that he could take whatever time he needed. I went down that weekend to see my son. My poor van was having some serious problems by the time I got into the mountains. It kept missing and not shifting properly, and it was running a little hotter than usual. My visit itself was nice. I don't know why my van is running so awful, so I do not put into overdrive and drive about 55. It keeps missing and chugging and just having a rough time. Then about 2/3 of the way home we have to take a detour because there was a vehicle fire on the interstate. Fortunately I have a CB radio and knew about it miles before hand and could exit early. I followed a state route north. I was shortly joined by the other interstate traffic. I was chatting with the truck drivers. We were only running about 35. I was okay with that though. If we are on an unfamiliar road (I wasn't-I had been detoured to this road multiple times before), then take your time rather than crash and cause another delay. Then some of the truck drivers say to take a certain turn-off. I say I am going straight, I know that it is faster. So three truck drivers say they are following me. We get back to the interstate and we are ahead of all the rest of the traffic. They thanked me and took off. They lost me pretty quickly from site although I have about a 6 mile range on my radio so we could chat a little longer. By the time I make it home, my car is driving just fine. Uuugggghhhh. How am I supposed to have it looked at if it won't do anything when I take it in?
I get home and my mom is out of state for work. I have to keep going to her house to check on her cat and house, pick up her papers and mail, and just keep an eye on things. I also had to get the motor home back to my house-which needs new exhaust, and the carburetor adjusted, but other wise ran okay for him, clean my car out from my trip, try to figure out if I would be able to watch my sisters girls and get ready for my weekend trip to Paducah to visit my cousin. all in four days, after work. All this while hoping to do a hounding deal or two. Boy was I frazzled by the end of the week. I went to bed early Friday night as I was planning on leaving around 6 am on Saturday. I get into the car, get gas and a breakfast sandwich and I'm off. Of course I am driving 55 with out overdrive again just to be sure.
Four hours later and with only about 15 minutes left in my trip, my van overheats. I pull of the side of the interstate, and the van is steaming like crazy. I call my cousin to let her know and tell her where I am so she can come and wait with me. I then call the help line on my cell phone to have them tow me to her house. My cousin arrives, the tow truck arrives, and off we go. Later that afternoon, I go out to see if the motor is cool enough for me to take a look at things. It is, so we get a pitcher of water to fill the radiator to see if I can see where the leak is, or if it is just the normal leak I always have. I fill it up and turn on the van.
No leaks. I am feeling pretty good. Til we go inside and I can't find my keys. They are still in the van.....which is now locked...UUuggghgghhghg. So I have to figure out how to break into my van, as I do not have lockout service on my cell plan or car insurance. Finally I get a window open to reach the lock and open the doors. I go back out about 2 hours later to see if the van will leak now when I start it. Yep it does. It pours out the bottom. I turn the van off and we go to the U-haul dealer to rent a truck and tow dolly or trailer to pull the van home. My cousin has only lived there a couple of months and so had no idea where to call for a mechanic. The uhaul folks don't have anything to pull my van home. So we ask if they know of anywhere that can fix my car reasonably, and not try to pull the wool over my eyes. They both recommend the same place so we go outside and call them. They could look at it, but they close in about 30 minutes. They will reopen on Monday, I can bring it in then. Great another missed day of work because I have a broke down vehicle. Oh well, I will just enjoy the day away.
We take it in Sunday night for them to look at first thing Monday. They finally call and say they can't get the part in until the next day. But they can rig it up to work for a while so that I can get home and have it fixed my my mechanic. Works for me. So I have my cousin come and get me and take my to my van. I pay and leave for home. It of course takes me hours because I am afraid to drive fast for fear of something else breaking. I do make it thank goodness.
Tuesday I spent catching up at work, since I had left early on Friday and then missed Monday. I go home and clean the camper out. It was not really dirty at all, just needed a bit of cleaning. I was bummed because I found a spot where water leaked in. Not majorly, but still some water damage. This makes me not happy as the guy made sure he sat on that particular seat while we were looking at it.
Wednesday I am still trying to catch up at work. Everybody was apparently busy while I was gone. Wednesday night I plug in the camper at my house and start loading it. All the outlets work, the air works, the microwave works. The fridge doesn't. At least on electricity. I don't panic just yet as the guy said they used it with the gas. I just keep loading it. All the while having this really bad feeling about it.
Thursday, I keep loading it, but the bad feeling just keeps getting worse. Friday morning at work, I wait for my mom in the parking garage to tell her I think we should take her car, as I have this feeling that if we take the motor home I won't make it in time to see my son. She pulls up in my sisters car. Hers would not start. Ooohhhhhh this is bad. Now we have no car to take down. We decide to leave work really early to get a head start so that we have plenty of time. We load ourselves into the motor home and start driving. I just have this awful clenching feeling in my gut telling me this was a mistake we should not be driving it. We make it out of town, then out of the state, then through the first leg of the trip. We keep going and make it through the second leg of the trip. Then we hit really bad traffic and a backup just outside of Louisville. The motor home is doing okay. Then just as we start to pull out of the backup, it starts smoking. I check all the gauges and everything looks okay. We pull off at the next exit and go to the gas station. I see smoke coming out the back the whole way.
At the gas station, I crawl under the motor home and see that it is leaking transmission fluid. I check the level and it still says that it is okay. We decide to get gas and some more tranny fluid. They don't have any. Okay, let's start driving and see what happens. there is a truck stop not too far down the road, I am certain they would have some. We only get about two miles down the road when it starts smoking big time. I pull off the side of the road and want to cry. It is after 6 so the chances of a rental place being open is slim. Same with a repair shop. Fortunately, mom thinks of the airport. We turn around and go to the airport, park the camper and go find the rental cars. I had called ahead to reserve a car. We check it out and go back to the parking area to get our stuff out of the camper. We have to get in, load and get out in less than 10 minutes or pay the daily parking fee. We made it!
We get back on the road. I call to reserve a hotel room for two nights. We get down there safely. We enjoy our single day with my son. One day is totally not enough. I want to start out as early as possible on Sunday while sleeping in just a bit from the exhaustion of my stress. Off we go back to the airport. We load our stuff back into the camper in the 10 minutes and do not have to pay the parking fee. We return the rental and hike back to the camper. Now to just make it home. The stinking camper did not smoke a single time on the way home. I decided on the way home the camper was going bye-bye. I do not want it. I will now sell the camper and try to sell my van, which is starting to need a gob of repairs if I want to keep driving it. I still owe on it so if I cannot get at least that much I will just keep it and use it for local trips. It seems to do fine here where there are no hills and mountains. I am going to take the money I get from the camper and buy a small vehicle that is really good on gas. I will still camp out, it will just be in a tent. In the meantime, I will rent cars to make it down there. I figured the amount of gas and wear and tear on my moms car which already has 200,000 miles on it compared to renting a car and the gas it would use. It will be about $25 more expensive to rent a car. The wear and tear on my mom's car would cost me that much. Her suv is a gas hog so the rental fee and gas would only be about $25 extra dollars-to drive a new car that most likely will not break down anywhere. I will take it. I just won't be able to do that and pay for a hotel every time. So I would like to have a small cheap car before I have to start staying at a hotel again.
In the meantime with all of this going on, I lost my flash drive for work with all my documents for work saved on it; My phone broke, I can still use it, but it really needs replaced now; I lost my umbrella and of course it has been raining a lot. I also misplaced several more items at home that I have no idea where they went.
Today, things are turning around. I found two people already that want to look at the camper, I found my flash drive, I found my umbrella, and I have managed to finally get caught up at work! I think this may be the end of the "one of those days"! And it is about time, is all I can say!
So that is why I have been out of commission lately. So how are you doing?
Three weeks ago, my mom and I went to look at a motor home. I have been looking for one since I started making my trips. My mom started thinking it would be a good idea as well when I told her I was going to start camping because I could not afford the cost of the hotel every time. I got this full size van with a seat that lays down into a "bed", why not use it? She agreed that it was a good idea, until she went down in the summer and she was too hot. I continued to camp and we brought fans with us to plug in and blow on us. We made it through the summer last year, although my said she would rather have a camper. So we have been looking since the middle of last year. We found one about 150 miles from our house(there are no decent ones locally). We went and looked at it. It drove nicely, has nice tires, not really any rust, it just looked really good. It needed new exhaust, but that usually is not too expensive. The guy that was selling it told us that they took it down to Florida and Texas every year for the winter. They were selling it because he had knee surgery and could no longer climb into the bunk above the cab. He told us how everything worked and where to put the settings for all the stuff. I was not super happy with the camper, but was not totally disappointed either. It was old, and some of it was ugly, but that is cosmetic. I talked to mom and we decided to go for it. I paid the guy for it and started home. About 30 miles from their house it died in the middle of the road when I slowed down for the railroad track crossing. It started right back up, but I had to drive with two feet to get it home. This is when the bad feeling started. We stopped at a Meijer on the way home for a few groceries. It died in the parking lot when I stopped. I was not too happy about that. When I did finally get home, it died again. So every time I slowed down too much or tried to just idle it would die.
I took it to my mechanic and asked him to check everything over. I told him I was not planning on taking it on my trip that weekend (it was Wednesday) and that he could take whatever time he needed. I went down that weekend to see my son. My poor van was having some serious problems by the time I got into the mountains. It kept missing and not shifting properly, and it was running a little hotter than usual. My visit itself was nice. I don't know why my van is running so awful, so I do not put into overdrive and drive about 55. It keeps missing and chugging and just having a rough time. Then about 2/3 of the way home we have to take a detour because there was a vehicle fire on the interstate. Fortunately I have a CB radio and knew about it miles before hand and could exit early. I followed a state route north. I was shortly joined by the other interstate traffic. I was chatting with the truck drivers. We were only running about 35. I was okay with that though. If we are on an unfamiliar road (I wasn't-I had been detoured to this road multiple times before), then take your time rather than crash and cause another delay. Then some of the truck drivers say to take a certain turn-off. I say I am going straight, I know that it is faster. So three truck drivers say they are following me. We get back to the interstate and we are ahead of all the rest of the traffic. They thanked me and took off. They lost me pretty quickly from site although I have about a 6 mile range on my radio so we could chat a little longer. By the time I make it home, my car is driving just fine. Uuugggghhhh. How am I supposed to have it looked at if it won't do anything when I take it in?
I get home and my mom is out of state for work. I have to keep going to her house to check on her cat and house, pick up her papers and mail, and just keep an eye on things. I also had to get the motor home back to my house-which needs new exhaust, and the carburetor adjusted, but other wise ran okay for him, clean my car out from my trip, try to figure out if I would be able to watch my sisters girls and get ready for my weekend trip to Paducah to visit my cousin. all in four days, after work. All this while hoping to do a hounding deal or two. Boy was I frazzled by the end of the week. I went to bed early Friday night as I was planning on leaving around 6 am on Saturday. I get into the car, get gas and a breakfast sandwich and I'm off. Of course I am driving 55 with out overdrive again just to be sure.
Four hours later and with only about 15 minutes left in my trip, my van overheats. I pull of the side of the interstate, and the van is steaming like crazy. I call my cousin to let her know and tell her where I am so she can come and wait with me. I then call the help line on my cell phone to have them tow me to her house. My cousin arrives, the tow truck arrives, and off we go. Later that afternoon, I go out to see if the motor is cool enough for me to take a look at things. It is, so we get a pitcher of water to fill the radiator to see if I can see where the leak is, or if it is just the normal leak I always have. I fill it up and turn on the van.
No leaks. I am feeling pretty good. Til we go inside and I can't find my keys. They are still in the van.....which is now locked...UUuggghgghhghg. So I have to figure out how to break into my van, as I do not have lockout service on my cell plan or car insurance. Finally I get a window open to reach the lock and open the doors. I go back out about 2 hours later to see if the van will leak now when I start it. Yep it does. It pours out the bottom. I turn the van off and we go to the U-haul dealer to rent a truck and tow dolly or trailer to pull the van home. My cousin has only lived there a couple of months and so had no idea where to call for a mechanic. The uhaul folks don't have anything to pull my van home. So we ask if they know of anywhere that can fix my car reasonably, and not try to pull the wool over my eyes. They both recommend the same place so we go outside and call them. They could look at it, but they close in about 30 minutes. They will reopen on Monday, I can bring it in then. Great another missed day of work because I have a broke down vehicle. Oh well, I will just enjoy the day away.
We take it in Sunday night for them to look at first thing Monday. They finally call and say they can't get the part in until the next day. But they can rig it up to work for a while so that I can get home and have it fixed my my mechanic. Works for me. So I have my cousin come and get me and take my to my van. I pay and leave for home. It of course takes me hours because I am afraid to drive fast for fear of something else breaking. I do make it thank goodness.
Tuesday I spent catching up at work, since I had left early on Friday and then missed Monday. I go home and clean the camper out. It was not really dirty at all, just needed a bit of cleaning. I was bummed because I found a spot where water leaked in. Not majorly, but still some water damage. This makes me not happy as the guy made sure he sat on that particular seat while we were looking at it.
Wednesday I am still trying to catch up at work. Everybody was apparently busy while I was gone. Wednesday night I plug in the camper at my house and start loading it. All the outlets work, the air works, the microwave works. The fridge doesn't. At least on electricity. I don't panic just yet as the guy said they used it with the gas. I just keep loading it. All the while having this really bad feeling about it.
Thursday, I keep loading it, but the bad feeling just keeps getting worse. Friday morning at work, I wait for my mom in the parking garage to tell her I think we should take her car, as I have this feeling that if we take the motor home I won't make it in time to see my son. She pulls up in my sisters car. Hers would not start. Ooohhhhhh this is bad. Now we have no car to take down. We decide to leave work really early to get a head start so that we have plenty of time. We load ourselves into the motor home and start driving. I just have this awful clenching feeling in my gut telling me this was a mistake we should not be driving it. We make it out of town, then out of the state, then through the first leg of the trip. We keep going and make it through the second leg of the trip. Then we hit really bad traffic and a backup just outside of Louisville. The motor home is doing okay. Then just as we start to pull out of the backup, it starts smoking. I check all the gauges and everything looks okay. We pull off at the next exit and go to the gas station. I see smoke coming out the back the whole way.
At the gas station, I crawl under the motor home and see that it is leaking transmission fluid. I check the level and it still says that it is okay. We decide to get gas and some more tranny fluid. They don't have any. Okay, let's start driving and see what happens. there is a truck stop not too far down the road, I am certain they would have some. We only get about two miles down the road when it starts smoking big time. I pull off the side of the road and want to cry. It is after 6 so the chances of a rental place being open is slim. Same with a repair shop. Fortunately, mom thinks of the airport. We turn around and go to the airport, park the camper and go find the rental cars. I had called ahead to reserve a car. We check it out and go back to the parking area to get our stuff out of the camper. We have to get in, load and get out in less than 10 minutes or pay the daily parking fee. We made it!
We get back on the road. I call to reserve a hotel room for two nights. We get down there safely. We enjoy our single day with my son. One day is totally not enough. I want to start out as early as possible on Sunday while sleeping in just a bit from the exhaustion of my stress. Off we go back to the airport. We load our stuff back into the camper in the 10 minutes and do not have to pay the parking fee. We return the rental and hike back to the camper. Now to just make it home. The stinking camper did not smoke a single time on the way home. I decided on the way home the camper was going bye-bye. I do not want it. I will now sell the camper and try to sell my van, which is starting to need a gob of repairs if I want to keep driving it. I still owe on it so if I cannot get at least that much I will just keep it and use it for local trips. It seems to do fine here where there are no hills and mountains. I am going to take the money I get from the camper and buy a small vehicle that is really good on gas. I will still camp out, it will just be in a tent. In the meantime, I will rent cars to make it down there. I figured the amount of gas and wear and tear on my moms car which already has 200,000 miles on it compared to renting a car and the gas it would use. It will be about $25 more expensive to rent a car. The wear and tear on my mom's car would cost me that much. Her suv is a gas hog so the rental fee and gas would only be about $25 extra dollars-to drive a new car that most likely will not break down anywhere. I will take it. I just won't be able to do that and pay for a hotel every time. So I would like to have a small cheap car before I have to start staying at a hotel again.
In the meantime with all of this going on, I lost my flash drive for work with all my documents for work saved on it; My phone broke, I can still use it, but it really needs replaced now; I lost my umbrella and of course it has been raining a lot. I also misplaced several more items at home that I have no idea where they went.
Today, things are turning around. I found two people already that want to look at the camper, I found my flash drive, I found my umbrella, and I have managed to finally get caught up at work! I think this may be the end of the "one of those days"! And it is about time, is all I can say!
So that is why I have been out of commission lately. So how are you doing?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thankful Thursday
This week I am thankful for:
1. chocolate-definitely have to include it again this week...
2. my day lilies-they are a beautiful site when I walk up to my house
3. the fact that it is almost Friday, and then the weekend
4. my past weekend with my cousin-it was a fun visit
5. I don't know what else. I am feeling a little overwhelmed this week...
I will tell you about my overwhelming times from last week and this week a little later. Thank goodness for scheduled postings, or I would not have had any postings last week either.....
1. chocolate-definitely have to include it again this week...
2. my day lilies-they are a beautiful site when I walk up to my house
3. the fact that it is almost Friday, and then the weekend
4. my past weekend with my cousin-it was a fun visit
5. I don't know what else. I am feeling a little overwhelmed this week...
I will tell you about my overwhelming times from last week and this week a little later. Thank goodness for scheduled postings, or I would not have had any postings last week either.....
Monday, March 30, 2009
What a Weekend
I had a really good visit with my son this weekend. We had a lot of fun together. He was also especially funny this weekend. He had a lot of jokes and also had a lot of amusing comments about our situation. He is totally looking forward to coming home. (Me too!) We played some board games, card games, and made up games. We watched a bit of tv. We played Deal or No Deal on our dvd player. He had lots of fun telling me which case to pick, then letting me pick my first six. Then he would say that I took the deal the first time around which of course meant that I won little bitty amounts of money (compared to the million that you try for). I obviously lost each game, and usually had some of the big amounts in my case that I lost out on. He just thought he was funny cuz he would play two rounds and take the deal. That means he always beat me. Usually by a lot. The turd. It was sure fun! Then when it was time to check out, I was unpleasantly surprised by how cold it was outside. We had planned on going to the park to play a bit of basketball, except it was super cold and windy. No playing outside for us. So we drove to the park and parked by the pond to watch the ducks. It was fun laying around in the back under a sleeping bag just cuddling together. I got to sit and rub his head like I used to do when he was little and trying to go to sleep, and he got to eat jelly beans and cuddle with mom. Then I told him I needed to get gas in the van, did he want to go now or we could wait and I would get gas after dropping him off. He said to get gas now. It would be just like when he was home and we would go get gas together in the mornings or on our way home from work/school. So we got gas and he stayed in the van and peeked out the window at me while I froze my butt off in the wind. Then we played more deal or no deal and of course he picked for me and I lost.
The only downside to the weekend was my total lack of sleep. I only got a few hours on Friday night from driving down there. Then I usually get a pretty good nights sleep on Saturday. This time however, I (and the whole floor of the hotel) got to be serenaded to by the lovely sounds of an angry cussing drunk. He followed a group there that plays music at a local bar a couple weekends a month. He followed them up to their room and started banging on the door, while cussing out his girlfriend. They (the band/group) let him in. Then he got even more beligerent so they made him leave the room. This drunk man proceeds to stand in the hallway and yell and cuss everyone to hell. He is so drunk however that standing alone seems to be a problem. So where does he decide to lean? At my door. Then he starts banging his head against the wall right next to my door. I was so mad I actually started looking for something to take out there and hit him with it. I had only been asleep for maybe 3 1/2 hours. Fortunately for everyone involved I had no "dangerous" objects with which I would be able to knock him out with. Then there is a huge crash. I go and look out the peephole. The chair the drunk had with him is now sideways on the floor, and what do you know? The drunk is on the floor too. Finally the cops arrive. The group/bands' room folks come out to tell the cops what had happened. They apparently did not know the drunk, just recognized him from the bar. They let him in hoping it would quiet him down so as not to wake the whole floor. The guys said at that point he became incoherent and started yelling more at his girlfriend so they told him he had to leave. He got out the door but would not go any further than that. The hotel staff asked him to leave and he was rude to her so she called the cops. At this point the drunk is passed out. The cops try to get him to stand and tell them who he is and he will not cooperate. The drunk yells at the cops, his girlfriend (who is no longer around) and anyone who will listen. Then pleads with the cops to not hurt him. Then yells and cusses them out some more. Then pleads please don't hurt me. Then cusses them out again. Finally the cops tell him all he has to do is comply and he won't get hurt. All they want him to do is stand up. I think that he was unable to stand because I eventually heard a crash against the wall then the sound of handcuffs. They drag him over to the elevator and two of them take him outside while the third cop collects the mans shoe that fell off and his wallet and asks a few more questions. I had a birds eye view of them once they got outside as they cop cars were directly beneath my windows. The cops had to sort of push the drunk into the car. I think he was so out of it he did not even know where he was at that point. He just laid there on the seat and they had to push and tuck his legs in because he was not helping them at all. After all of this, I could not get back to sleep. I was up until after five a.m. trying to wind down. I did sort of fall into that twilight sort of sleep. I was not fully asleep but did rest more at least. Then it was up to get my son. Then when I got home last night it was almost 2 am before I got to go to bed. Then at 5:02 am, the friendly neighborhood crows sat outside my windows to sing to me and my kitties.
I can't wait to go to bed tonight. (here is me nodding off at my computer........)
The only downside to the weekend was my total lack of sleep. I only got a few hours on Friday night from driving down there. Then I usually get a pretty good nights sleep on Saturday. This time however, I (and the whole floor of the hotel) got to be serenaded to by the lovely sounds of an angry cussing drunk. He followed a group there that plays music at a local bar a couple weekends a month. He followed them up to their room and started banging on the door, while cussing out his girlfriend. They (the band/group) let him in. Then he got even more beligerent so they made him leave the room. This drunk man proceeds to stand in the hallway and yell and cuss everyone to hell. He is so drunk however that standing alone seems to be a problem. So where does he decide to lean? At my door. Then he starts banging his head against the wall right next to my door. I was so mad I actually started looking for something to take out there and hit him with it. I had only been asleep for maybe 3 1/2 hours. Fortunately for everyone involved I had no "dangerous" objects with which I would be able to knock him out with. Then there is a huge crash. I go and look out the peephole. The chair the drunk had with him is now sideways on the floor, and what do you know? The drunk is on the floor too. Finally the cops arrive. The group/bands' room folks come out to tell the cops what had happened. They apparently did not know the drunk, just recognized him from the bar. They let him in hoping it would quiet him down so as not to wake the whole floor. The guys said at that point he became incoherent and started yelling more at his girlfriend so they told him he had to leave. He got out the door but would not go any further than that. The hotel staff asked him to leave and he was rude to her so she called the cops. At this point the drunk is passed out. The cops try to get him to stand and tell them who he is and he will not cooperate. The drunk yells at the cops, his girlfriend (who is no longer around) and anyone who will listen. Then pleads with the cops to not hurt him. Then yells and cusses them out some more. Then pleads please don't hurt me. Then cusses them out again. Finally the cops tell him all he has to do is comply and he won't get hurt. All they want him to do is stand up. I think that he was unable to stand because I eventually heard a crash against the wall then the sound of handcuffs. They drag him over to the elevator and two of them take him outside while the third cop collects the mans shoe that fell off and his wallet and asks a few more questions. I had a birds eye view of them once they got outside as they cop cars were directly beneath my windows. The cops had to sort of push the drunk into the car. I think he was so out of it he did not even know where he was at that point. He just laid there on the seat and they had to push and tuck his legs in because he was not helping them at all. After all of this, I could not get back to sleep. I was up until after five a.m. trying to wind down. I did sort of fall into that twilight sort of sleep. I was not fully asleep but did rest more at least. Then it was up to get my son. Then when I got home last night it was almost 2 am before I got to go to bed. Then at 5:02 am, the friendly neighborhood crows sat outside my windows to sing to me and my kitties.
I can't wait to go to bed tonight. (here is me nodding off at my computer........)
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