My Findings...

So here it is, the continuation of my car saga...So I finally got a chance to go and look at "my car" on Monday. I left work at 4:30 so I could make it before the rude woman that works at the wrecker service told me they stop letting people "see" vehicles. Well, I head that way and there is a huge wreck right before the Beach St exit. I inch along until I get past the exit and finally we start moving. I make it to the place after having to call because it is NOT located directly off of Denton Hwy. It is behind something on Denton Hwy. I get there with 5 minutes to spare somehow and I go into what is a house serving as an office. I walk in and see a "not small" man with dirty hands and more tattoos than I can count, let's call him Bud. Bud gets up from a desk and says "Trammell?" and I nod and he says "Soloro? Is that the one they just picked up?" (short pause) "Just kidding." I just attempt to smile of course. (It was a Toyota Solara by the way.) Bud starts looking through this drawer and of course he decides to at that moment show an example that men can in fact multi-task and he proceeds to go through the drawer AND belch. All the while this is going on a man is yelling from an "office" about facebook and something to do with texting. I'm am getting from "context clues" maybe it involves his kid and maybe his ex-wife's computer and pictures from an iPod. There are I don't know how many men in that office but I saw at least 3 different ones peek out. Bud keeps looking and and says "I've looked at this like 12 times today, can't find it though." He goes to the computer and asks for the last 4 digits of the VIN number, how that helps to find paperwork in a somewhat broken and disorganized drawer to look on the computer, I have no idea. Thankfully, my Mom was with me and had the insurance card with that info on it. Well after he comes back to the drawer and pulls out one envelope with some man's license copied on it and I kept saying "That's not mine", he finds mine. He says "No keys, got keys?" Well I of course had nothing because as I told them and the police, I turned in everything on the vehicle, title and all last Tuesday! Well he "escorts" us out and like 4 cats are running around in front of me, he says "Wanna cat?" I say "Uh, no thanks, I'm good." Bud yells at a man across the lot to take us to the car, the guy (let's call him Denver) says, "Why can't you?" Bud says "Cause there ain't nobody in the office!" (beside the at least 4 in that office with the ranting man). Denver says, "It's 5:30, it's closed!" Bud says, "just go with the guy in the blue hat(Denver), forgive him, he's a Denver fan." So we have to go the back corner of the lot passing wrecks that you wonder, is that it? I finally spot it between a severely wrecked vehicle and like 5 others. My first thought was...my car (fighting some threatening tears)...that didn't last. I notice there is some sticky yellow plastic on the driver side window. I thought it was something for identification or marking...nope the driver side window was stuck down. Denver reaches in and unlocks it...this is NOT my car, at least not how it was when I had it. There are dirty clothes, socks, cds, paper, almost a full pack of cigarettes, and more. The whole thing reeked of cigarette smoke and there are leaves. I decide to look in the console (with latex gloves on) and...nothing, so I go to the passenger side...the locks don't work, so Denver reaches in and unlocks it. I see most of the contents of the glove box in the floorboard. I find my flashlight, ice scraper and what insurance cards I can find (at least I got something, right?). I find someone else's mail among this (interesting? I think so, especially since the address is a street that runs right next to where the auto shop is, which is where it was stolen from) and I find a box cutter, a kitchen knife, a small baggie with two rings, and just trash in general. Well I wanted to check the trunk for my camping chair and my nephew's booster seat...well the trunk release won't work. I try with Denver to pull the seats forward to access the trunk...yuck...nope they won't budge. So he fiddles with the locks and it somehow resets the trunk release and it works. Nothing. Well I decide then that not only am I feeling disgusted and sad and I don't think I am going to find anything else, but I am afraid to dig for fear of cutting myself on something or finding something else disgusting. Oh, while I am "searching" my Mom feels the need to point out to Denver that I never kept "my car" like this, it was much cleaner. I doubt he cares Mom. We leave and I officially say good-bye to "my car". I call the detective with Saginaw police and leave him a message and the Tracie the claims lady and informed them both on my findings. Basically I said, mostly everything in the car is in fact, not mine. On to my new vehicle...possibly a GREEN 2010 Toyota Venza. It doesn't come in until the first week of Dec. but Toyota made me a deal and knew I had to turn in my rental car on Wed and they have put me in a 2010 red camry until the venza comes in. That is when I ultimately decide and "sign on the dotted line"...

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So, I waited the alotted time period required by my insurance and I finally settled on my car. I received the check last week on Tuesday and surprise, surprise I get a call from the auto shop it was stolen from on Wednesday. What did they say? Well, they said they may have found my vehicle. Found??? Maybe...brought back??? Seriously?? The people it was stolen from, "found it"?? Do they think I'm stupid? Oh and get this, it was found...dun dun dun...on the block right behind the auto shop!! Seriously suspicious! They wanted to know if I had the VIN number somewhere...uh yeah I'm going to help you "find" my car...I don't think so! So anyway, I heard nothing confirming if it was or wasn't my car. So that was Tuesday and Wednesday...Thursday morning, I had to be at work early for a safety meeting and I should have eaten my Wheaties. Now I have been told that I have a sensitive sense of smell and as I was being taught how to be safer I keep noticing that I smell alcohol. I also notice that everytime that Green Fingers (a guy I work with literally has a green fungus under every nail) speaks it gets stronger. Now GF had had previous issues with alcohol, like showing up late and drunk and then crying...that was so pathetic. He was having "lady problems", I know how that sounds but he always called his fiance "lady" and she was no longer his fiance. That's a whole other story. So, I mention it to a co-worker and she passes it on while someone asked me a question. The next thing I know I am being called into the safety coordinator's office with one of my bosses to elaborate on my observation of GF. Next thing I know drug tests are being pulled, GF refuses (after chain smoking and face washing) and gets fired. That was shocking, sad, and apparently according to some "a long time coming." So, I am feeling bad about that and notice I missed a call on my cell, it was from the Saginaw police...my car had been "recovered". I told him my suspicions, he "uh uh'd" through that and then he requested I that I go look at it and see if anything of mine is still in it, claim it, and if there is anything that is not mine in it let them know. I have to wear latex gloves and I have to basically do their job and investigate the car. Notice I didn't say my car?? It's not mine anymore, it's the insurance company's car! He also told me that they had wanted me to come look on Wednesday, I told him no one called me but the auto shop and his response "oh I guess we dropped the ball on that one", you think? Thank you Captain Obvious. So I did a conference call with the wrecker service and my insurance claims person Tracie (we are now on a first name basis and might even exchange Christmas cards, haha) and found the police needed to give me permission to access the vehicle. So I am going tomorrow to investigate.

Next post: My Findings...

Yeah It Really Happened...

So I am a year older and I managed to not accidentally say the wrong age, I did not let the fact that my birthday was on a weekday keep me from celebrating (Thank you Lexi and Misty), and I got off early from work and got a free pumpkin pie latte from the sweet lady at the Jitterbean because it was my birthday.



So things were going good...until Thursday...good "The Office" wedding episode, but not so good drive home. I managed to dunk my fairly new cell phone into the cup of water that I set in the cup holder I would normally put my cell phone in. My phone is currently resting in a tupperware of uncooked rice, hopefully "healing" itself.



Saturday: "Couples Retreat" and witnessed a "real life" couple in the theater that needs to go on a couples retreat because they got into a fight and left during said movie. Sunday: I watched a pathetically played Cowboys game, save Miles Austin and a slight win with my family and that was good. I noticed my brakes were grinding and decided that I would need to take my car to get new brakes as soon as possible.

Monday: Went to work and got permission to take a half day to renew my license, get tires looked at, and take car to get brakes fixed. I renewed my license online, so I will manage to be older, yet still look younger. I decided to take care of my tires after the brakes and took my car to a place I have taken it to before to get new brakes. I was told they would not be able to get to it until tomorrow. Due to the fact that I would not be able to take it in the morning and I have left it there before I just left it there to be fixed first thing. BIG MISTAKE.

Tuesday: I was getting ready for work and around 7:30am I received a call from auto shop I took my car to...my car was stolen! Supposedly, their office was broken into and change from the cash drawer, my car keys, and my car were stolen. THAT IS ALL!! "They" did not take any computers, tools, the playstation, and no other cars! So, needless to say I did not go to work. I spent most of my day on the phone with the insurance company, filling out paperwork with the police, and looking up the blue book value of my car. I got a rental car at least to make it to work and I got my claims person on "getting to the bottom of this". This is just a long line of "life lessons" I have had that I can say..."yeah it really happened."

Funny Things

So, a lot has happened since I last blogged. First, my mom is okay, no tumor! Yea! Second, I have a niece named Sarah Gail 9lbs 5oz, born Sept. 1st. She is beautiful! I have a proud nephew Stephen that would agree whole heartedly.

Anyway, so it was a crazy week the week we were anticipating her arrival. I was over at my brother and sister in law's house the night before she was born. I was getting ready to leave their house and my sister in law was in the shower, so I peeked my head into the doorway of the bathroom to say goodbye. I had to yell over the shower:

Me: "Bye! I'll see you tomorrow!"

Michelle: "Uh huh, you're staying with me"

Me: "No I'm not"

Michelle: "Yes you are"

Me: "No I'm not"

This exchange happened at least 3 or 4 times.

Michelle: "Wait, is this Stephen or Jamye?"

Me: "Jamye"(laugh)

Michelle: (laughs) "Sorry, it's hard to hear in here, yeah see you tomorrow!"

So apparently I sound like a 4 year old boy, or my nephew sounds like a 27 year old girl. (Or it could be because I have been told that I sound like a little girl when I yell (Lexi)).

The morning Sarah was born and my brother came and got us to see her in the nursery we were walking down the hallway and Stephen said "She's free! She's free!"

We of course wanted to go and visit them at the hospital after she was born. Well, we went up there Wednesday night with the grandparents and great grandparents and we decided after our visit to go eat. Well Stephen was with us and was being particularly clingy to me and sitting closely to me in the booth. The waiter stops to check on us at one point:

Waiter: (to Stephen) "What's your name?"

Stephen: "Stephen."'

Waiter: "How old are you?"

Stephen: "Four...I got a baby sister, Sarah Gail born today"

Waiter: "Oh yeah? Born today?"

Me: "Yesterday."

Waiter:(looks at me) "Really? Just born? Yesterday?"

Me: "Yup."

Waiter: (incredulously) "Really? Wow."

Mom: (after waiter walks off) "I think he thought you were Stephen's mom."

Me: "Oh, well yeah you know, I pop out kids and then decide I'm hungry. I leave the new one at home and go out with the family."

Control Your Face

Okay so I went for my "regular" pedicure today. I got there and surprisingly for a Saturday it wasn't that busy and I got put in a chair as soon as I got there. I can't same the for my Mom who had to wait a bit to get a full set of nails. Well, I am soaking my feet and enjoying the massage chair and I take in the room. There is a person there across the room that looks familiar, but I get that a lot myself so I let it go. So the lady rolls up in that weird rolling stool like at the doctor's office and starts on my feet. First she asks where my friends are if I am not with any of them...which where were my friends? Not there, obviously. Well then she proceeds to ask me about an "older lady" from Azle that I came in with me last and about her not liking her color or something was messed up. Granted I am only getting maybe every third word. I am like, "oh uh okay". I think at this point it is a confession and she is telling me that "Ih feex cohlor" I have no idea what she is talking about. (it was explained to me later by Lexi)

Then, she goes to get that cheese grater thing that they use on your feet and she squirts this clear goop on it. It bounces and goes in her eye! She spazzes and starts blotting her eye with her towel. She then proceeds, not once, not once, not twice, but three times to scoop my "feet water" and use it to wash out her eye!! I am trying not to look shocked and disgusted, but really? I am thinking...what the? Oh the horror!! (for those of you who don't know, I am not a feet person and I can't even really touch my own feet because I am ticklish and grossed out by feet in general) She says "luhky". I am thinking, me or you? It wasn't my fault! She also showed me what she "grated" off, like I need to see it?! She moves on with the pedicure but periodically points at her eye and looks at me! Then she keeps poking my feet to tell me what to do and says "cahn't seeh, ohnly ohne eyeh". I'm like, I'm sorry! It's not my fault. Well we finish the pedicure with no more incidents when I hear a bit of a commotion at the register. The girl I thought was familiar is disputing the cost, she is trying to account for $5 dollars. I hear the others working there saying "fhive minute, fhive dhollar, bhig diffrhence". I have no idea what that was about but she did this dispute for a while and even came back after leaving. I of course pretended to actually like the skatboarding competition on TV just to avoid eye contact with anyone. So, all in all pretty eventful and I did know that girl after all and they found out I did, but I won't reveal any names. Why does this happen to me? I guess it's almost like a law of nature to have something happen when I get pedicures. Oh and by the way I didn't giggle or laugh at all, I was too busy feeling shamed.

What Goes On

So I decided to copy a little (sorry Connie) and update about me. I am reading a lot of Christian fiction books that are all based in specific states. They are compilations of like 3 or 4 stories all based in a certain state or region for some. I really enjoy them. However, I am finding that most of them once I start reading them are literally falling apart!! I don't know if it's the glue or lack thereof, but it's ridiculous! I am the type that I have to finish the book too, so I am literally reading some of these in sections. Well, I decided to change things up and I started reading another Christian fiction book and I really like it. It's called 'Secrets" by Kristen Heitzmann and I can't put it down! I also found out it's a series! Yea! I am a book nerd!! Other than that I work of course and I have recently taken on a new challenge. I am teaching the college and career Sunday school class at church. I know, I know, me teach? Me who hates being in front of people? Well, I have taught 4 weeks now and I just picked out the next series. I really want to look around and maybe find something not so long, but this one will do until the seniors come from the youth group. It's called "Jaded" and don't even pretend that the Aerosmith song didn't just pop into your head, cause it does mine every time I look at it. I really think that this age group kind of gets lost in the shuffle and that they just stop coming. I know I felt that way. So, I hope I can maybe help change that...so pray for me (and maybe those are subjected to my amateur teaching). My nephew will be 4 on August 1st and I am planning on welcoming a niece to the world on September 1st!! Lots of changes there and time is flying by!! (Not for my sister in law though, she feels huge.) For those of you wondering about my "love life" still don't really have one and I think I am okay with that for now...maybe. I can't count how many times recently I have gotten "you married yet?" "why not?" Seriously? Of course that only brings about my shining sarcasm of "nope" and "you tell me." I really think I just haven't found that person that I can put up with, yes I did say that. Too often I hear "that person that can put up with me" so I am changing it up. So, until that I will enjoy my pedicures with the girls and do what I please. :) Well I hope this blog will suffice until I have some more to tell. I have some funny happenings that I store up so I have more say then. Until then...have a good one!!

Victim of Stupidity...aren't we all?

Waitress: "Hey, do I know you? Did I work with you?"
Me: "No, I don't think so."
Waitress: "Are you (some guy's name)'s sister?"
Me: "Nope."
Waitress: "Are you sure?"

Guy I worked with first time I met him in the break room, just him and me...
Guy: "Are you Brandon's brother?"
Me:(look at him and go back to eating)
Guy:"You're Brandon's brother right?"
Me:(look of disbelief and a little, are you stupid?) "I'm Brandon's s..."
Guy: "Sister right! Sorry!"

Got my hair cut short, will never do it again, here's why:
Girl: "That's a cute pregnant lady haircut."

Stupidity. Why?!

I wore stirrup pants and flourescent colors...with permed hair and glasses that were too big for my face. Why? It was the 80's.

I fell at the Tandy center going up the steps...then fell again the same day when I was leaving. Why? Humility?

I ripped my pants at work one day...thankfully when there was only 5 minutes of the day left. Why? I don't know, there was no wear and tear, my pants just decided to fail me.

I once got trapped in the shower in the dorm room and had to be helped out of there by my suitemate who I'd only met the day before. Thankfully, I had put my towel over the shower door and not by the sink. Why? Because these things happen to me.

I once got hit on by a guy that referred to himself as "Big Sexy." Why? Not sure, ask him.

I once tripped over the hose at the gas station while pumping gas and jacked up my gas tank. Why? Because a huge "Silence of the Lambs" size moth was trying to get into my car.

Why do these things happen to us? Only one answer...God truly has a sense of humor.