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| Thu, 04-02-2009 - 7:42pm |
I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself tonight. I had a horrible night - woke up at 2:30 am and for whatever reason - I have NO idea what brought this to mind - but I started thinking about my personalized plates for my vehicle and I had a complete meltdown. Needless to say - I didn't get back to sleep.
I have a total of 3 separate vanity plates for my vehicles from over the years. 'October Sun' was my late dh and my kennel name when we were raising and showing Siberian Huskies - so we got vanity plates OCT SUN.
Then I started being called Rusty (a story which you are all too young to hear about - concerning a trucker and my new CB) and I changed from my kennel plates to RRUSTY (RUSTY was taken) - I had those for years and then came along my grandchildren and I decided I wanted grandma plates - this was a bit more difficult cause most were already taken - so I ended up with GRRANNY.
When I lost my job and couldn't work for 2 years - I had to give up my vehicle - and have never been able to afford car insurance since. So - guess what - all the plates were in my locker and I remembered all this at 2:30 a.m. this morning. These all have very special memories about how I came to have them - 1 dead husband - 1 dead trucker boyfriend and 2 grandchildren I can't take to Disney World!
Now I don't have a choice - I HAVE to go to the police and report these plates stolen - there are 3 complete sets - easy to use if the wrong people get hold of them.
This is too long and painful - but I've never heard anything from the management of this building about helping finding my stuff and its given me many sleepless nights. Tonight in my mail I get a letter from the management - thanks for living here - do you have any complaints - are you happy with the superintendents? We get this every year and I never fill it in. You better believe I will be sending this in tomorrow with some very nasty and un-grannylike words.
Anyway - I had to ask my friend who takes me grocery shopping to go to the police station cause with me cause I haven't a clue where it is or how far away it is so I'll be going Saturday. I'm going to see if they will visit the building superindendent and shove a stick up his a**... if you get my meaning.
The problem is - after not knowing when all my stuff was stolen - there is likely nothing the police or anyone can do. I keep remembering other things that were in my locker and get upset all over again.
I can't believe this is upsetting me so much for so long. I'm sorry to rant here and hope you don't mind - but I'm thinking if I can get this off my chest - maybe I'll start feeling better. Right now I feel like crap.
Thanks for letting me go on about this - I know its only material things and I can't honestly understand why I'm so upset after all this time.



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Rusty I hope just talking about all of this will help you feel a little better....Glad you're going to the police, a good idea....The things you lost weren't "just things"...they were "your things" and that's why
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