10 Minute Blog-Update
Well, I am back from my mom's house. I stayed there two days, and went on a extra long bus ride, because I have to go through two entire routes before going home.
I helped my mom with her budget, and I figured out her property tax problem in 5 minutes that she had been struggling over for 4 days. . . I called the number on the bill and calmly chatted with the secretary. . . they got new accounting programs for the bills and they send us the wrong account we were to be billed. I even made sure my mom was in the same program that my grandma was in.
Now I have to find a local lawyer that will read the will for basically nothing, and work on the Mortage. (I am still amazed on who would have given a 70 year old woman, who wasn't right in the head, a mortage. . . grrr. For that mistake alone we should have that dropped.)
Anyway, I also got yelled at by my lawyer, who never really gave a shit about me. . . he only did the case, because of my father. Most of those people don't know what my father was really like: they have no fucking idea. If I ever need a "real" I would find something and sell it just to find someone else: someone who actually cares about winning a case. . . not just trying to settle on a "no Contest" plea. I didn't do the crime, but I swear the lawyer was friends with the cops that questioned me. (He almost dropped me, because he believed that I really was guilty. My own fucking lawyer honestly doubted his own client: he should have retired when his wife died. He needs to retire, and fucking leave me alone.)
I also tried talking to my mom and uncle about getting a job, because I know they need them. . . everytime I mention something, they strike it down with excuse after excuse. I am trying my best with what limited skills they have and yet I believe a piece of them doesn't want to work. . .
I am working on my book and trying to fight being everyone's everything.
I helped my mom with her budget, and I figured out her property tax problem in 5 minutes that she had been struggling over for 4 days. . . I called the number on the bill and calmly chatted with the secretary. . . they got new accounting programs for the bills and they send us the wrong account we were to be billed. I even made sure my mom was in the same program that my grandma was in.
Now I have to find a local lawyer that will read the will for basically nothing, and work on the Mortage. (I am still amazed on who would have given a 70 year old woman, who wasn't right in the head, a mortage. . . grrr. For that mistake alone we should have that dropped.)
Anyway, I also got yelled at by my lawyer, who never really gave a shit about me. . . he only did the case, because of my father. Most of those people don't know what my father was really like: they have no fucking idea. If I ever need a "real" I would find something and sell it just to find someone else: someone who actually cares about winning a case. . . not just trying to settle on a "no Contest" plea. I didn't do the crime, but I swear the lawyer was friends with the cops that questioned me. (He almost dropped me, because he believed that I really was guilty. My own fucking lawyer honestly doubted his own client: he should have retired when his wife died. He needs to retire, and fucking leave me alone.)
I also tried talking to my mom and uncle about getting a job, because I know they need them. . . everytime I mention something, they strike it down with excuse after excuse. I am trying my best with what limited skills they have and yet I believe a piece of them doesn't want to work. . .
I am working on my book and trying to fight being everyone's everything.