xhesika: (RedBaron)
Since the break-in, and it's kinda been in the back of my head. I try not to think about it, and I was thinking that we would never hear back about it because even though they did get a fingerprint there was no guarantee that the person who left it had a criminal record and would have a file.

But they did.

We got the call from the detective today, they had a match and a photo, and guess what? Its the people we thought did it.

So there's a warrant out for his arrest, but we don't think that we'll get anything back. I can guarantee I'll never see my flash drive again. Still it would be nice to get some closure on it.

I sent the photo to my mom and she printed out an 8x11 of it and took it to the little corner store, the owner said the name and address of the man in the photo without being told, and then proceeded to tell us that he doesn't actually live there, but does frequent the house. So my mother is going to play porch monkey for a while and keep an eye out for him, if she sees him she knows to call the police.

Of course even hearing about it again brought back all the old feelings, Robbie took me out for a walk and a smoothie, I felt like I was going to start crying all over again.

Something about the heart-wrenching ending of Artemis, I know I'll never be able to match what I had written before the drive was taken, and I think that hurts most of all.
xhesika: (cereal)
...but am too nice to tell them to STFU.

While this actually includes a lot of my current co-workers--a rather large lot actually--I'm talking about the mother of one of my childhood friends. We never really hit it off and the bad foot was set in stone by a dinner discussion when I was over at the house at a much younger age than now. She basically sat at the dinner table, laughed, and called my beliefs stupid. Mind you the belief was purely based on my irrational fear of needles and I was dead set to never get my hepatitis shots. I have since then gotten them, just because of the line of work I have gotten into with the past year and a half, but the fact that she would react that way to an impressionable child...whatisthisidonteven.

Speaking of, Kyle has tried to get in touch with me on more than once occasion within the past week. I guess he's finally realizing who his friends were. Too bad he's already treated everyone like shit and now no one will give him the time of day. I wonder if he noticed me avidly deleting his comments from my page? His call was certainly one of the few I make sure to screen on my phone.

I would like to invite anyone and everyone to watch my life if I should ever have children. As my friend Kory pointed out as we were skyping while I took care of Tammi's youngest (Landyn), my parenting is going to be David Bowie and Labyrinth at 2 am; poptarts, chips, and pink lemonade at 3 am, and if you sneeze/cough shake it off, and as always, if you don't make the international sign for choking I will not save you.

Well maybe not the last part for kids under 18, but the rest of you can fuck yourselves.

...I'm doing so much better at being a bitch, right?
xhesika: (tealfashion)
Was nothing short of a nightmare, and it looks like its going to bleed into this week.

My house was broken into on the 21st, my family was out of the state for that whole week. The computers were stolen and even though they decided to tear out the speakers, headphones, keyboards, and microphones, they decided that they should just take all the jump drives that had Artemis saved on them. I still have Ritzko, I suppose that's a blessing in disguise. Luckily I had emailed most of Artemis Book 1 to myself to read at work, so I will only have to rewrite the last chapter and the afterword.

I managed to get through work without breaking down in front of my coworkers, but to tell the truth I did have a patient that I found crying at 5 am and I ended up sitting with him and bawling my eyes out right next to him.

My boss has been amazing through everything, however I haven't told her yet that Robbie and I do plan on moving back to Michigan. We're waiting on his job to transfer and we've worked the budget to allow us to live on his salary alone for as long as we need to (while I'm unemployed). I have only told one of my coworkers what happened, and only because she had her house broken into last summer and I felt was the only one who really understood what I was going through. The others know nothing, and I don't plan on telling them anything until I leave, if then.

I stayed at Tammi's house one night, I'll probably do a lot of crashing there this coming week, what was a 6-day stretch of time off has become an 8-day stretch because guess what? To top off the week, Robbie's grandmother passed this morning around 4, and the worst part is that I don't have the strength to cry anymore, even when something really warrants tears. I know how close he was to her, when he said she was back in the hospital with her usual UTI CHF, I figured she would be right as rain and back home when we moved up there. So I work tonight and took vacation for the next two days. Hopefully I can pick up some time around the hospital in the stretch to save up money.

Penelope is still missing, and her sister is all out stressed and lonely now. She cries a lot, can't keep down food, I'm worried about the both of them. So we're taking Persephone up to Michigan with us for the funeral because we don't want to leave her alone for too long, she snuggled up to me for most of last night. I have faith still that we will find Penny, the biggest reason being that we have posters all over the damn place that offer a reward of $100 for her return, along with a picture of her. To be honest, she should be easy to spot, her fur is longer than any other stray, and her coloring is rather unique. It makes me feel better when I see people I've never met combing the area for her, calling out for her, $100 is a small price to pay for her if it gets her home. I know Robbie is lonely without her.

One of the only good things that happened this past week was when my sister came home from vacation and set right all of the mess between me and my parents, she then proceeded to buy me a new laptop, which I am typing this on right now. I'm in the midst of recovering my lost music, but it looks like I may have to wait a bit to get my Sailor Moon replaced, which kinda sucks because I could really use a good laugh right about now. Artemis Book 1 is in its own little folder on here, but I haven't put much work into finishing it yet. I'm still a little numb from the whole experience.

I guess I should start getting cleaned up for work? I have a few hours still, but there is packing to be done if I plan on leaving in the morning for Michigan for the funeral.
xhesika: (Default)
The house was robbed and they took my computer and flash drive.

I came home ALONE to everything gone and turned up-side-down. I have the first 50 chapters on my e-mail, but unless by some miracle we find they tossed a drive somewhere...I will either give up on Artemis or start the last 25 chapters from scratch. I don't even know right now.

To top it off one of the cats got out, she's still missing, and she's afraid of everything.

I'm at my parent's right now, they're away on a family vacation, and when I called them to ask them for help, I was met with no support at all. After talking with Robbie we decided that the best thing to do would be to save up enough to get us back to Michigan with his family. They immediately offered us a place to stay while we got back to our feet. Robbie is working on getting his job transferred, I would be starting from scratch with my school loans to pay...of course he keeps telling me that he'll support me for as long as he has to, even if I never go back to work.

All the sweet things make me cry even more.

At least I get internet on my phone, so my email is raintree.willow@gmail.com, my phone number is 614-580-4551. Text, call, email. It makes me even sadder that most of the people that I've been there for here aren't there for me. I'm lucky to have friends who live far away that I email, who listen to me, but I don't think I'll ever stop crying.

I feel like I'm living that moment of coming home over and over again.

Don't comment on here, I won't be checking my LJ for a LONG while.
xhesika: (bambi)
As it turns out it was a plastic joint that connected the gear shift lever to the pulley-system thingy (you can tell I don't work on cars).

This is the part where I mention that I love that Robbie knows what he's doing as far as cars go. We figured out what we need to fix it and for the time being it has a similar part and a makeshift rig with electric tape. Of course Robbie took apart the column entirely so that he could pull the mechanism without the lever (that was an interesting ride), so if it should come apart he can easily fix it and drive the car.

Just glad it wasn't the transmission.
xhesika: (bushbride)
The hospital Wendy's got a new GM.

He's cracking down and cleaning house.

I now sit and watch the show.
xhesika: (changed my mind)
Going from reading left to right then right to left and back actually doesn't take any thought any more. I just realized that I don't even think about it any more. If only my vks comprehension was on the same level.

Wah, I know I shouldn't, but I want to go to Zen Cha and see Savannah and have Earl Gray with cucumber sandwiches. Craving those sammiches. Also they have some pretty amazing authentic ramen, not as good as the stuff I used to make up north though.

I don't know what is more frustrating, remembering my dreams or seeing a pattern. I had a really fucked up one a day or two ago. We were evacuating a private school through one tiny door. There was a huge crowd pushing to get out and the reason was that for some reason it was flooding and everyone was panicked. I'm not even sure if everyone got out, I do know there was this huge march to the closest establishment once most of the people (including me) got out. It almost reminded me of the death marches of the holocaust. And for some reason I had my cats in a carrier and was rushing past everyone in the line. No one was hurt or dying, but there was a lot of crying. Lots of children.

Why are there never any hobos in my dreams?

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