Ramblings of a Crazy Lady

Why is medical terminology only one credit?  There are 50 pages of words to learn in one week.  It's not like I have other classes to study for ...

I swear I left Camera Cord with Cell Phone Cord.  Why is it that when I look for one it's not there with the other?

Is it really necessary to yell your entire conversation when you're sitting 6 inches away from each other? COME ON!

Does the laundry basket have the flu?  Because for some reason even though I pick up the clothes off the floor EVERY DAY, when I wake up in the morning it looks like the basket threw up.  

Must you tell your life story in every Facebook post?  I don't care who you're sleeping with, who they are now sleeping with, or who you wish you were sleeping with.  You all should keep your legs closed and find something more constructive to do with your time.

Why is your child wearing a t-shirt and no socks in the middle of winter?  Did you forget it's freezing outside?  

My right blinker is on because I want to merge right.  It doesn't mean keep pace with me so I can't get over.  JERK! 

Nobody cares what your underwear look like.  PULL YOUR PANTS UP!

You can never go home again...

Well, that's not completely true.

After three years living in flip-floppy winter weather we have moved back home.  It's exciting and depressing in the same instant.  The exciting: being close to family and friends again.  The depressing: living with my in-laws, snow, ice, living with my in-laws, the bad economy, lack of year round warm weather.  Did I mention living with my in-laws?  Ok, ok, they are not THAT bad.  I have actually been blessed with wonderful in-laws.  They're very supportive and are always willing to help us out when need be.  And, they're currently in the middle of renovating the attached garage into a living space for Hubby and I to use while we're searching for a place. Plus, my Mother-in-law and I now have a joint coupon book for our savvy shopping which is nice. Still, most days I find myself daydreaming about the home we had in Louisiana and wishing we had never left.   But, there's no use dwelling on the past.  What's done is done and now we're headed into a blistery winter!  (oh, yippee)

If we didn't have bad luck, we'd have no luck at all....

Oh the day I've had...


let's rewind, shall we??...


On Sunday our car was stolen!  Right out of the driveway of a family members house!  My brother in law had driven the car there and when he went to leave the car was gone!  Can you believe that?

They called the police, who wouldn't take the report because the car wasn't registered to them.  When I finally found out what was going on and made the call, I was told that if I wanted to file a complaint I had to be inside the city limits.  REALLY??  SO, Hubby and I go to Kelly's house (their cousin) and wait for an officer to arrive so I can finally report our car stolen.  I called 911 at 12 am.  The officer finally arrived at 6:30 am.   They're so quick, right?  The officer took the same information that the 911 lady took 6.5 hours earlier. Thanks for wasting my time, buckwheat.


Fast forward to this morning.  We get a call that our car has been found.  Hallelujah!!!  After calling the records department about 3,500 times and getting no answer, my father in law and I take off for the police department.  45 minutes and $160 later (yes, if your vehicle is stolen YOU, the vehicle owner, must pay for it.  Lovely isn't it?) we got the release paper to take to the impound lot.   We go to the impound lot and get all that fun stuff squared away and are ready to take the rescued car home only to figure out that the transmission is completely jacked.  The lovely people who stole our car had no idea how to drive a stick and there for drove it till it wouldn't drive any more. The car wouldn't go into any gear, at all.

The best thing I could do was sell it to the impound lot for $300. 
(which turns out to be $140 once you subtract the $160 for the cost of impound)


ugh, ugh, ugh



Welcome to my unlucky world.


Please leave your horseshoes, trolls, and four leafed clovers at the door.