Okay you've been warned...August may be a blog, BLOG month. You surely don't have to feel obligated in reading them...absolutely not..it's just MY way of venting and putting my thoughts out there in the universe so that I can release the incessant rumblings from my head..wowsa...that's ONE way to put it right?
This month has started off pretty disappointing..and my USUAL way of dealing with frustrations and disappointments of course was eating them! Just stuffing my face with wild abandon and then feeling even MORE dismal when I realized that I wasn't SOLVING a darn thing with this method...only that I was making myself MORE miserable by gaining weight in the process.
When I joined spark in 2009 I said ENOUGH of that process...and started looking for more creative stress relief remedies. I created vision boards (thanks SoulCollegeSue) I got busy with my team challenges(thanks NannerNanner&Patricia for our Determined Team and our TeddyBear team and my Earth Angels team) and of course then there was my MOST beloved stress relief the exercise of blogging...just laying it all out there for the world to see...the good, the bad, and the downright ugly. It accomplished my most important mantra of 'the truth shall set you free'...or ahem at least get the rattlings of your brain to calm down as you assimilated them into the written word.
Sometimes the BEST form of therapy is simply telling the truth. Stepping out of the shadows and into the bright light of day is quite liberating. Showing yourself for WHO you are...warts and all is gutsy and pretty awesome..if scary and reckless in a vulnerable way all at the same time.
My hubs read a few of my blogs (but honestly I think he reads ALL of them..just to see what makes me tick) and said with shocked concern..."Bobbi you CERTAINLY aren't going to write about THAT now are you?" Yep...I go there...too.
I always get vibes about my friends and my circles and I've gotten nothing (well MOSTLY nothing)...but fantastic and loving support from my dear friends. That was AFTER I learned that you just don't talk politics or religion...even in BLOG world!
So I chronicle my days as I have time, and do my mental workout by doing my best to make sense of what is happening to me and the hubs, our senior kitty, and our close circle of friends. I rattle on about the injustice of some things and the sheer wonder and kindness of strangers in others. This keeps my hands and fingers busy and OUT of the refrigerator.
Call it 'distraction action' focused AWAY from the hand to mouth syndrome called self medicating through food addiction. Yep...I said it..food CAN be an addiction and if you don't seriously sit down with yourself and find out WHY you need to stuff feelings that should be allowed to come up and face the harsh light of day..and attempt to examine them and analyze WHY they are making you miserable...well we my friend have some work to do.
Self work is the HARDEST work! You have no one to lean on, no one to pass the buck to...only your own sweet self. Most of us are SO supportive and SO giving to others and treat ourselves like total crap. I'm done with that...therefore I work on myself with blog therapy.
It's a side show let me tell you so strap on your seatbelt...grab your popcorn and read up. ONE day I'll get my world right...I'm determined!
From my last blog you know I'm MIGHTY upset about the state of the 'save our home' fight.
I thought we had the perfect dream team for our defense. Lawyers that I've heard strike fear in the hearts of lenders. EXPENSIVE this firm is..but you get what you pay for right?
At this point and from my last blog...I'd have to say wrong!
But the jury is still out and I may just be a babe in the woods of naivety. It's happened before...if you tell me something..I'm going to believe you...or erp...until your actions prove otherwise. But in the case of foreclosure defense you are pretty much out there swinging from the limb. The court system is a maze and not one to be navigated alone..so they've got you by the short hairs!
Ooops no insult intended, my blogs may need a PG rating from time to time!
When I get on a 'tear' about some things I just let ur fly.
Our neighbor contacted us the other day about possibly taking their dining room set into the consignment gallery. It's a pretty set circa 1970's but still in GREAT condition. My only concern is the china cabinet, and they want the entire set to go as a package. People just don't entertain much anymore so china buffets are a hard sell. I have a huge cherry one in the gallery right now and the only reason I took that in is because the husband said his wife told him that if he came back home with it ...she'd kill him.
Okay...I told you I do my part to keep the peace in the human race..therefore the china buffet hogging up perfectly usable space in our gallery shoving out any other item that would have about 500 better chances of selling. I can be a toughie...but I do have that soft spot for beleaguered husbands too.
It's just who I am...AND I HATE seeing a grown man with the look of terror in his eyes!
...on the verge of crying!
I told him he 'owed me'...and BIG time..he said..."sell it for whatever you can get out of it...I just CAN'T take it back...CAN'T!"
But back to our neighbor, the dining set is nice, dated but nice. And you know me I like kind of a retro vibe. I mostly like the dining table and chairs and the server with a marble top. Those Items I KNOW would sell...but the neighbor doesn't quite see it that way..we'll discuss more and reach a conclusion by next Tuesday. In the meantime she said she's going to put it on Craig's list and from prior experience she might as well just GIVE it away! I KNOW I have customers that scrounge out garage sales and Craig's list and STEAL merchandise from the owners and then THEY bring it in to consign it and make a crafty little profit. Oh well..if they've got the energy for that...good for them...but you'd think that the owners could figure this little scam out and contact the consignment shoppes on their own...wouldn't you?
Hey...just realized this is helpful information in case YOU ever decide to unload some of YOUR stuff!
Another community service!
So anyhow the neighbor and I are talking neighborhood stuff and I told her about the tragedy with our lawn guy's live in girlfriend and we are speculating on how such a horrific crime occurred and how hinky it is that he just happened....not to be there...at the actual event of the crime...because..pause...he...
just happened...to have forgotten bananas????? and ran back to the store at 9:30 p.m. to secure them. Weird huh? I bet more comes to light on this. And the neighbor tells me that the lawn guy as nice as he is...LOVES to brag to ANYONE that will listen about HOW much money he racks in with his lawn service...and how SO much of it is cash...duh...no wonder the break in...NO wonder the robbery and the murder...but still...it's OFF that HE just happened to NOT be there?
I've still got my Columbo shoes on for this one.
BUT that's not the part of the conversation that stopped me FLAT in my tracks. She tells me that the foreclosure house next door to them had a death in it too....GASP..right in OUR neighborhood only at the end of the cul de sac. She said that the wife committed suicide because she was SO distraught about losing their home to foreclosure. This is SO sad to me...I'm VERY distraught...and honestly I've thought it might be a GREAT additional expense if the lender had to take people out in body bags...AND a complete record of the entire fiasco that the poor homeowners had gone through and the LENGTHS that they had taken to save their house was sent to the newspaper...with the final...hold on here...kicker being they ended it all in a FINAL protest...of death...and blood on the hands of the predator lender that caused them to take this last stand...NO better would be that the house exploded in a blast of final fury...okay...remember my son WAS a film~maker...guess who he took after?
That sounds radical and actually kookie...but let me tell you...people ARE desperate over this foreclosure mess...when you cast someone out from the sanctity of their SHELTER...there is going to be a price to be paid...seriously...if I could...I'd camp out on all those high falootin' bankers lawns and pitch my NEW home there(or better yet take up residency in their 3,000 ft GUEST HOUSES).... You don't want me in MY house...how about in YOUR house?
Back to the story...the neighbor told me that some speculator (who I honestly despise AS much as the lenders) bought this 3,200 sf foreclosure for $10,000. $10,000????? I almost swallowed my teeth...lucky they aren't dentures
This scavenger STOLE this house that caused a woman to LOSE her life...for $10,000 friggin' measly dollars?
WHAT gives...if the bank dumped the house off it's books to some JOE BLOW nobody for ten grand...WHY couldn't they let the homeowner have it and retain their dignity AND extend their life...by doing likewise? All for the sake of getting the government hand out for clearing a bad loan off their books. Makes my stomach rumble! Plus...this is EXTRA rich...the creepster is renting the place out for $1800.00 a month...NOT a bad return on his tainted investment huh? I wonder if the renters know that a woman ended her life over losing her beloved home...an unnatural death in the house is supposed to be disclosed according to FL law.
AND..this is the upside down world we live in...NO WONDER I blog!
Well...big sigh...enough of my rant..we are going to Cape Coral today to view a house full of French antiques...hope something is interesting for the gallery. It's stuffed full to the gills so I have to be extra selective for now...or rent another storage unit and I CERTAINLY don't need to increase our fixed monthly expenses...I'm saving my pennies for this new lawyer who I'm hoping realizes JUST how important this 'save our home' fight is to us. HOPING she gets it...but realizing...we are most likely just another monthly credit to their asset sheet.
Please dear heavens...tell me I've got this opinion WRONG!
Stay sparky my peeps..we are ALL in the healthy battle together! Peace be with you!