eastowners

Current Mood: Angry & Angry & Violent

Why did I choose Montana - I don’t know, all that I know is that I think my head is ready to explode into many little pieces after my week that only began yesterday.  So, my car is still broken, Brad ordered the part to fix the brake fluid leak last night and I was able to get it today.  I am hoping, praying, and even beseaching a higher power that this will fix my car and I’ll be able to be on my merry way again soon - VERY SOON!  I hope.

However if my day finishes the way it’s been it wouldn’t be too big of a suprise to me if my car doesn’t get fixed because of something else.  So, the day began by hauling my tired booty out of my warm bed to bundle up and take Brad to work.  Clare and I came home, watched some tv, and I snoozed on the couch to help catch up on my lack of sleep from the night before.  The door bell rang, I assumed it was the pestery people that come around every time it snows wanting to shovel my sidewalk for $3 - however it wasn’t.  Brad had found a drywall guy to come give us an estimate on fixing the wall in the room that is to be Clare’s, and this was him.  He told me it’d be a couple hundred dollars, and that he might be able to get me in later this week.  SWEET!  So, with any luck Clare might be moved into her new room by Springtime. 

My day isn’t sounding so bad you say - oh you just wait!  So, Clare ate lunch, and we got ready to go to school.  As I was driving down Breton I noticed a cop in the left hand lane, I wasn’t speeding so I wasn’t worried.  Oh no, he pulled me over - in the school parking lot!  I’m grumbling, wondering why I was pulled over.  He asks for my license, registration, and proof of insurance.  Since this is no longer my car I am rumaging through papers in the glove box.  I found the registration, but no proof of insurance.  I couldn’t even find the expired one for this past year, as I knew that I had this years on the dining room table.  Apparently having the old license plate on the car (even though the new plate is in the window) is considered having an expired plate.  COME ON!  It’s not even my car!  I explained that the old plate is still on there because it’s been on there since Brad bought the car in 1997, and the screws are rusted into the car.  Oh no, apparently they come off he says.  He was kind enough to not give me a ticket, however I need to take the proof of insurance with me to the Kentwood courthouse to prove that I have it within 14 days or else I get a $150 fine for several years.  What bull s$%#!  Gee thanks officer.  I think I need to go make some brownies.

Edited to add:  Thanks for taking the $125 from me city of Kentwood!  YOU SUCK!