Sunday, December 18, 2011

The Old Year Passes

Here it is - only a week until Christmas and in 2, it will be the New Year!  It's just amazing to me how quickly the years fly by! I didn't think too much about the quickness until the kids started noticing it, too. When teenagers notice how fast time is going, it must be moving, indeed.
I got the presents wrapped and sent to the family away - well, for Ella and baby Aubrey who will make her appearance in early February. I made the neatest thing for Ella, a Ruprecht branch!  Instead of a stocking, she has birch branches with her treats glued to them. It was a tradition in Germany when I lived there. The branches were delivered on Dec. 6th - Nicholaustag.  Good little children got branches with candies and gifts and bad ones got coal and cotton on their branches. Of course, we know that all little children are good, right?  So, Ella got toys and candies on her branches.
I made her the cutest little purple monkey for her Christmas. It's so cute.  I hope she likes it.  Aubrey's sweater is a little big for a newborn, but they grow so fast, and in Colorado, you often need a sweater at any time.
I have my ticket for baby time!  I'll be out there for the baby coming.  Ben will be here, and the girls will drop in while I'm gone.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Christmas Is A Coming

I can't believe it's been such a long time since I last posted!  Things have been rather crazy. My friends say that our life experiences make us stronger, but I think my strength is ready to crack!
My son was arrested in October - his birthday weekend, and may go to prison. Then, I ran out of money - just when he needed an attorney, not to mention that we needed living expenses! I applied for some money from my retirement fund - hardship.
Today, I found out that we had been sued, had a court hearing, and lost - all without being told a court date.  Wonderful.  And now, I owe the state for a car accident that I didn't know had happened!!!! I just love living here.  It amazes me how many things can happen that involve you that the major players don't think you need to know.  That way they can collect so many illegal funds! Or so many funds illegally!
Anyway, last month, I had no money, so I tried to get my retirement fund. What a wonderful experience.  I even had to have my ex-employer's signature to get the money, so I sent them the papers, and they sat on them for a week.
This wouldn't have been so bad, but I wasn't getting my child support either. I had "cancelled" the card and was supposed to get a new one.  After waiting the advised week, I called - and called.  The recorded message said that my new card was being processed.  I finally got tired of calling and getting canned messages and called another number - where I was told to hang up and dial the first number. I screamed, and they transferred me to the correct number. There I discovered that contrary to the message, my card was NOT being processed, and I would have to pay a $15 fee to have it delivered by UPS in 2 days! I'm so sick of the people who think up these things, calling numbers where no people answer, and sick of US who allow this disrespect to continue.  Everyone is so busy trying to make a dollar - from us!
Then, this week, I found an email (finally had the money to get Internet again) from my exhusband.  He wants me to call and talk about our son.  The son called him 6 WEEKS AGO when this happened, and he (the father) wouldn't talk to him (the son). I guess maybe he's heard from God again? Did I tell you that he (the father) hears voices, and he feels these voices are the voice of God. God saved him from cancer, and now they are best buddies, and he (the father, not God) can do anything he wants because God is on his side. I believe that God does heal, but I don't believe that I can do anything I want because I believe in God.
At any rate, I am really tired of living in this state - I know that no place is perfect, but after 20 years of never catching a break here and being a pretty nice person despite this, I'm just sick of staying here, so....
And Christmas is coming, and it doesn't feel at all like Christmas because it's become such a miserable time.