so what?
my (precious, beloved) car got wrecked a couple of weeks ago by an idiot that decided to make an illegal left turn into me from the right most lane marked straight and ripped off my bumper. the important thing is everyone is okay. cars are replaceable, people are not. then she jumped out of the car like "you didn't see me?" as if she was in the right and making a perfectly legal turn. of course, i couldn't drive my car, so we had to call the cops. of course.
i just got my car back from the body shop and it looks good, but i noticed the grille letters are missing. now i have to call the body shop back to make them order the letters. lifetime warranty on the work so... however, this is strange since they claimed the parts were trucked in from detroit. (yay detroit muscle!!) meanwhile, the cop said it's totally the other driver's fault, so there's that. then i received a letter from the other insurance carrier with something about they want to speak to me. i feel like it's a trap. the police report said the other driver was the contributing factor to the crash. this bitch better not be trying to fight it.
just ugh. so much adulting.
i just talked to my dad, who is doing okay at his new camp. he said he hasn't had any of the side effects from the dialysis yet. they haven't talked to him about the cancer--they're supposed to do that this week. hopefully, they'll have a course of action sooner than later for him.
grandma apparently was threatening to kill the staff in the nursing home, so mom had to sit with her monday night?! also, she was moved to a different room because her roommate's family complained about all the cussing that grandma does. the roommate is super christian and watches nothing but christian TV all day every day. i'm certain grandma wants no part of that. in talking to my dad, i realized that mom's taking advice from people that need to butt the fuck out of our family affairs. specifically, there's this one old biddy that can't control her own husband and children, but when grandma had the brain bleed, she was telling mom stuff like "you don't need to sit at the hospital with your mother" and shit like that. dad was like "see, your mom listening to that bitch? that's why we got a divorce!" (this woman is the woman that got mom to go to church, find jesus, and ruined everything.) needless to say, i'm not a fan of this woman at all. if she has so much to say about how we run shit, why isn't she here sitting with grandma? yeah, that's what i thought.
all's well that ends well... except i realized that i'm not doing so well with everything i have going on. i finally broke down and forced the VA's hand into getting some help. i have a counseling appointment saturday morning at 9 am. i'm not sure how it will go, but something has got to change and fast because this isn't sustainable at this rate. we shall see.
i just got my car back from the body shop and it looks good, but i noticed the grille letters are missing. now i have to call the body shop back to make them order the letters. lifetime warranty on the work so... however, this is strange since they claimed the parts were trucked in from detroit. (yay detroit muscle!!) meanwhile, the cop said it's totally the other driver's fault, so there's that. then i received a letter from the other insurance carrier with something about they want to speak to me. i feel like it's a trap. the police report said the other driver was the contributing factor to the crash. this bitch better not be trying to fight it.
just ugh. so much adulting.
i just talked to my dad, who is doing okay at his new camp. he said he hasn't had any of the side effects from the dialysis yet. they haven't talked to him about the cancer--they're supposed to do that this week. hopefully, they'll have a course of action sooner than later for him.
grandma apparently was threatening to kill the staff in the nursing home, so mom had to sit with her monday night?! also, she was moved to a different room because her roommate's family complained about all the cussing that grandma does. the roommate is super christian and watches nothing but christian TV all day every day. i'm certain grandma wants no part of that. in talking to my dad, i realized that mom's taking advice from people that need to butt the fuck out of our family affairs. specifically, there's this one old biddy that can't control her own husband and children, but when grandma had the brain bleed, she was telling mom stuff like "you don't need to sit at the hospital with your mother" and shit like that. dad was like "see, your mom listening to that bitch? that's why we got a divorce!" (this woman is the woman that got mom to go to church, find jesus, and ruined everything.) needless to say, i'm not a fan of this woman at all. if she has so much to say about how we run shit, why isn't she here sitting with grandma? yeah, that's what i thought.
all's well that ends well... except i realized that i'm not doing so well with everything i have going on. i finally broke down and forced the VA's hand into getting some help. i have a counseling appointment saturday morning at 9 am. i'm not sure how it will go, but something has got to change and fast because this isn't sustainable at this rate. we shall see.