Secret Chief
Very strong language
I could make you a tear-off calendar with a pithy saying for each day.
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George's Up Too Late Journal
- Thread starter JustGeorge
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Yes, but its not the same without a rude comeback...
I'm not up too late, or early, but I'm shaken, and want to vent. Didn't want to create a new thread of ranting and raving, though...
My husband bought a car a week or two ago that didn't have a proper title. I don't know all the details, because it all goes over my head, but the DOT folks told him to take it back to the guy he bought it from and have him complete his end of the paperwork. The car is legal(the DOT checked, and he ran it through a few other places to be sure), but there's some confusion with the car being previously owner in another state without proper road-ready title, and then never registered here. Salvage, or rebuild, maybe? This is not my area of expertise.
The guy has been pretty shady through all this. He shouldn't have sold the car(legally) without this paperwork in place. My husband shouldn't have bought it without it in place, but my husband is not known for his brains(actually, he's legendary for the opposite). I wasn't along when he bought it, sadly, or I would have called his mistake before this all went through. He asked for his money back. The guy refused, instead saying he wanted the rims back off the car(he regretted selling them not long after he sold the car). At first he said he'd buy them back for 500(much cheaper than their actual worth). At first, Hubby refused, but then he said he'd sell them back for 300, if the guy would just finish the paperwork on it. (Hubby can finish it himself, but it will literally take years.) He agreed.
My gut said not to let him go alone. So, we went with. The guy seemed surprised to see the guy had a family. They met at city hall, but since it was a very small town, were told to go elsewhere. The guy was being strange. Wouldn't park by the building. Rode around awhile before he parked. Meh. My 'hm' sense was going off, but nothing major yet. The guy said he needed to go to his house to get gas money to go to the neighboring town. I suspected a problem. We got to his house, and his girlfriend came out. He could hardly speak English, so a very angry woman came out and started translating that they want their rims back. Now. Husband said there was a 300 dollar agreement, and the guy needed to complete the paperwork first. Nope. We're not having it. Rims. Now. Hubby maintained that he needed the paperwork done. The guy let out a streak of angry Spanish and ran off to a neighbor's house. "Get the hell out of here. Now." I told my husband. "This guy's going for a gun."
I don't speak Spanish, but I, for some reason, have the uncanny ability to know when a gun's in the mix(weird skill, I know). He stalled for a minute, thinking I was full of crap, and then a second man appeared, gun discreetly held behind him as he walked towards the vehicle. Hubby caught a glimpse of it, and squealed the tires out of there before the guy could even comprehend that we were gone.
Only time I've not yelled about him going severely over the speed limit. I did, however scold(if you want to call it that)him for not leaving immediately when I said there was a gun. I pointed out I've never been wrong. He agreed, I never have.
Sad we live in a place where this is a thing one has to worry about...
I feel like I live on a reality show.
On an upside, the squatters have been gone for a few weeks. Owner boarded up the windows after enough calls from me. Except for the lone guy that you were never quite sure if he was there or not... you'd hear a door once and awhile, or see a shadow. We figured the new guys(who were full of trouble) chased him out.
We left a few cans of vegetables and an opener next to the upper window the owner assumed he wouldn't get into. They disappeared. It isn't much, but I hope he enjoyed his meal.
My husband bought a car a week or two ago that didn't have a proper title. I don't know all the details, because it all goes over my head, but the DOT folks told him to take it back to the guy he bought it from and have him complete his end of the paperwork. The car is legal(the DOT checked, and he ran it through a few other places to be sure), but there's some confusion with the car being previously owner in another state without proper road-ready title, and then never registered here. Salvage, or rebuild, maybe? This is not my area of expertise.
The guy has been pretty shady through all this. He shouldn't have sold the car(legally) without this paperwork in place. My husband shouldn't have bought it without it in place, but my husband is not known for his brains(actually, he's legendary for the opposite). I wasn't along when he bought it, sadly, or I would have called his mistake before this all went through. He asked for his money back. The guy refused, instead saying he wanted the rims back off the car(he regretted selling them not long after he sold the car). At first he said he'd buy them back for 500(much cheaper than their actual worth). At first, Hubby refused, but then he said he'd sell them back for 300, if the guy would just finish the paperwork on it. (Hubby can finish it himself, but it will literally take years.) He agreed.
My gut said not to let him go alone. So, we went with. The guy seemed surprised to see the guy had a family. They met at city hall, but since it was a very small town, were told to go elsewhere. The guy was being strange. Wouldn't park by the building. Rode around awhile before he parked. Meh. My 'hm' sense was going off, but nothing major yet. The guy said he needed to go to his house to get gas money to go to the neighboring town. I suspected a problem. We got to his house, and his girlfriend came out. He could hardly speak English, so a very angry woman came out and started translating that they want their rims back. Now. Husband said there was a 300 dollar agreement, and the guy needed to complete the paperwork first. Nope. We're not having it. Rims. Now. Hubby maintained that he needed the paperwork done. The guy let out a streak of angry Spanish and ran off to a neighbor's house. "Get the hell out of here. Now." I told my husband. "This guy's going for a gun."
I don't speak Spanish, but I, for some reason, have the uncanny ability to know when a gun's in the mix(weird skill, I know). He stalled for a minute, thinking I was full of crap, and then a second man appeared, gun discreetly held behind him as he walked towards the vehicle. Hubby caught a glimpse of it, and squealed the tires out of there before the guy could even comprehend that we were gone.
Only time I've not yelled about him going severely over the speed limit. I did, however scold(if you want to call it that)him for not leaving immediately when I said there was a gun. I pointed out I've never been wrong. He agreed, I never have.
Sad we live in a place where this is a thing one has to worry about...
I feel like I live on a reality show.
On an upside, the squatters have been gone for a few weeks. Owner boarded up the windows after enough calls from me. Except for the lone guy that you were never quite sure if he was there or not... you'd hear a door once and awhile, or see a shadow. We figured the new guys(who were full of trouble) chased him out.
We left a few cans of vegetables and an opener next to the upper window the owner assumed he wouldn't get into. They disappeared. It isn't much, but I hope he enjoyed his meal.
**** just sucks sometimes.
I think I've been fighting burn out since fall began. There are just so many big problems, that I just feel bushed when it comes to the little ones. Can I wrestle this alligator? Yeah, sure. Take the recycling out? Ha! **** that...
Some days are fine, and I feel normal again. Others crash me, and all the other bad days come waving back in my face, like they never left.
There are some days I even lose the joy in cake...
But hey, at least the squatters are gone.
I'll probably be up too late tonight.
I think I've been fighting burn out since fall began. There are just so many big problems, that I just feel bushed when it comes to the little ones. Can I wrestle this alligator? Yeah, sure. Take the recycling out? Ha! **** that...
Some days are fine, and I feel normal again. Others crash me, and all the other bad days come waving back in my face, like they never left.
There are some days I even lose the joy in cake...
But hey, at least the squatters are gone.
I'll probably be up too late tonight.
Subduction Zone
Veteran Member
No. Especially if it is not your property.
I think that depends on the state, as far as shooting someone on your property(provided they're proving to be a threat to life or limb). I think you can shoot an intruder here.
How that will play out in the courts may vary.
Subduction Zone
Veteran Member
I may have misunderstood this but I thought that you were talking about intruders on your neighbor's property. Your neighbor, if he was there, could defend himself. But I doubt if you can defend his property for him.
I may be misunderstanding, too... 'cause I'm tired.
I don't think we could typically shoot intruders on a neighbor's property. However, in closely built houses(there's about ten feet between our house and the neighbor's), there may be some wiggle room with that, depending on intent of the potential intruder, and the result of the shooting(death would be taken much more seriously than an injured leg).
Yes, they are. There's just one lone guy there now. We never see him, but we see evidence of him. Things moved, blankets and pillows about. But that guy isn't hurting anything... he's just looking for a warm place to sleep and has enough sense not to bother the neighborhood.
Its been awhile since I posted here.
I am up too late.
This has not been a good night.
I don't even know what to say about it; where to begin. So I won't.
When I was working, I used to have anxiety, and sometimes would come into work in a state of mild panic. I had kind coworkers, and they'd ask me what was wrong, and I'd say "no, I want to talk about your problems. I don't want to think about mine anymore." That's how I feel tonight.
So if anyone has any problems, I'd love to hear them. Any rude jokes, shoot them at me. Interesting stories, cake recipes, toenail fungus... don't care what. I'm up for it, and will be for awhile; I have no plans for bed. I'm in no mood to be alone... but, here I am.
I am up too late.
This has not been a good night.
I don't even know what to say about it; where to begin. So I won't.
When I was working, I used to have anxiety, and sometimes would come into work in a state of mild panic. I had kind coworkers, and they'd ask me what was wrong, and I'd say "no, I want to talk about your problems. I don't want to think about mine anymore." That's how I feel tonight.
So if anyone has any problems, I'd love to hear them. Any rude jokes, shoot them at me. Interesting stories, cake recipes, toenail fungus... don't care what. I'm up for it, and will be for awhile; I have no plans for bed. I'm in no mood to be alone... but, here I am.
I wish that I had seen this earlier.
Today, I looked unkempt at the academies. I haven’t shaved in a few days, I need to clip my nails, and my hair was uncooperative. In two weeks, we’re going to have summer break for the first time. One of our fellow foreign teachers had fought for it.
Well, if summer break is coming, you won't have to worry as much about shaving, hair brushing, and nail trimming... I guess that will be a relief.
Add in that your dog died, & you've got
the theme for a country western song!
I didn't know they complained about the hair; I thought that's what the big hats were for.
I’d still do my beauty maintenance. It’s just that we’ve been extra busy this week preparing tests and starting a new schedule all of a sudden. We’re all exhausted.
In my neck of the woods, it would be either a poodle or Pomeranian.
It’s been eight days
Since I clipped my nails
It’s been seven days
Since I shaved my face
It’s been six days
Since my Kia broke down
But today
I was the one who broke down
Because
My beloved poodle has died
Passed to Heaven
To be with the Lord
Oh, Su-hyeon
You went to be with the Lord
And with Buddha
And with my ancestors
Oh, my beloved Su-hyeon
It’s been eight days
Since I clipped your nails
It’s been seven days
Since I trimmed your fur
It’s been six days
Since the typhoon took your tiny house
But today
A typhoon called sadness has took my heart
Because
My beloved poodle has died
Passed to Heaven
To be with the Lord
Oh, Su-hyeon
You went to be with the Lord
And with Buddha
And with my ancestors