The sh*ttiest of all sh*ttiest days!!!
I know...it can't be THAT bad, you say! But trust me, if you were in my shoes at this very moment, you would've yanked off every hair on your head by now!! It seems like this day is out to get me. No, more like it seems like someONE is out there to get me. Like I'm being voodoo-ed or something. Dang it! Nothing about this day is working right for me. GRRRRRRR!
Ok so I mentioned that I'm having car issues and that I've been using Mom's Explorer for the past 2 weeks. Last Sunday, while C was moving, Dad had to use the Explorer to help load the bed mattress to take to Saratoga. He said he noticed that the license plate on the truck seemed odd but he couldn't put his finger on what was odd about it. That night, he and Mom took the truck home and I picked it up Monday am to take to work. All this week, I've had a nervous feeling about the truck. Tuesday night, I even had a dream that I rear-ended someone on 880 while driving the Explorer. I can even clearly see where it happened. It was odd but oh well. But I tell you, yesterday morning, I was cautiously watching how I was driving on the way to work, just in case! All this time that I had the truck, whenever we would go out, we used the Jetta. For the past couple of weeks, I haven't eaten lunch out, either just bringing baon or getting something at the caf. So basically, I used the truck just to and from work and straight home. Last night was the only time we used it when we went to Santana Row.
So anyway - this morning, the Big Guy got up first as usual and did his morning routine when he heard the doorbell. He was surprised to see Dad at 7:15am at our doorstep. He told the Big Guy, something's wrong with the Explorer. The Big Guy woke me up and said Dad was over and was talking about the Explorer ...blea blea...and the first thing that popped in my head was "did I get hit and didn't notice it? Was the truck keyed? What did I do?" And this is when things started to get weird...like weird ass weird! Dad said the license plates on the Explorer have been switched. I was like "HUH?" What does that mean? Someone took off the license plates on the Explorer and replaced it with another car's license plates. You following me? Dad came by because he said he had that nagging feeling since the weekend and this morning when he was putting together the DMV registration for the Explorer, he saw the license plate on the record and he knew it didn't match what was on the truck. And that's why he needed to drive by to our place asap. Mind you, this was early in the morning so none of it was registering in my head! He said that whoever did it obviously had something to hide. There are 2 screws that hold up the license plate and only one was there. So - Dad let me borrow his Volvo (yikes!) and he took the Explorer to the police department to file a report. The Big Guy waited for me to get ready and get Jake ready before he went to work. I told him, I was so paranoid and so scared. Who would do such a thing? Where could it have happened? At work? At our complex? Mom's work maybe? I don't know.
I told Dad I would check with Security here at work since we have surveillance all over the building. Also, we have security patrol the parking structure almost every hour so I'm hoping they would see something on tape or heard something suspicious or whatever. I was assured they will contact me if they see something upon reviewing the surveillance tapes. Dad called me after he left the police department and he was told that the license plates on the Explorer were from a stolen 2000 Mercedes and that the plates were registered under this Filipino lady's name who lives in Elk Grove - like 2.5 hrs away! What the ....?!?!??!?!? So the police confiscated the license plates and Dad had to go to DMV to get the truck re-registered and all.
I'm just so weirded out by this whole thing. Who would do this? And deliberately do this to hide something? I don't understand and it's so hard to comprehend! It's a scary, scary thought!!!
Oh well......so to make matters worse:
- My system at work is going so freakin' slow, I might as well handwrite and fax everything instead.
- Objectives STILL need to be sent.
- Mess! Mess! Mess! I can't stand my messy desk!
- My USB is busted.
- What else could go wrong? Be careful what I wish for...with my luck, it might just happen.
Anyways, last night my boys and I went to Santana Row. The Big Guy indulged me since I wanted to go to Anthropologie. Walked out with one pair of cargo pants, one shirt and one skirt - ALL on sale! Not bad. Not bad at all. We ended up at CPK for dinner, after much deliberation of "Kid Friendly" places around the area. Ran into RP, this guy I went to HS with. Weird! Jake was dead tired by the time we got home so he was asleep and couldn't be bothered :). The Big Guy and I watched a little bit of the Olympics Track and Field and capped on every single person we could cap on. It was quite funny actually. Maybe that's why I'm getting bad vibes? I think I need to start being nice and behave :).
Ok so I mentioned that I'm having car issues and that I've been using Mom's Explorer for the past 2 weeks. Last Sunday, while C was moving, Dad had to use the Explorer to help load the bed mattress to take to Saratoga. He said he noticed that the license plate on the truck seemed odd but he couldn't put his finger on what was odd about it. That night, he and Mom took the truck home and I picked it up Monday am to take to work. All this week, I've had a nervous feeling about the truck. Tuesday night, I even had a dream that I rear-ended someone on 880 while driving the Explorer. I can even clearly see where it happened. It was odd but oh well. But I tell you, yesterday morning, I was cautiously watching how I was driving on the way to work, just in case! All this time that I had the truck, whenever we would go out, we used the Jetta. For the past couple of weeks, I haven't eaten lunch out, either just bringing baon or getting something at the caf. So basically, I used the truck just to and from work and straight home. Last night was the only time we used it when we went to Santana Row.
So anyway - this morning, the Big Guy got up first as usual and did his morning routine when he heard the doorbell. He was surprised to see Dad at 7:15am at our doorstep. He told the Big Guy, something's wrong with the Explorer. The Big Guy woke me up and said Dad was over and was talking about the Explorer ...blea blea...and the first thing that popped in my head was "did I get hit and didn't notice it? Was the truck keyed? What did I do?" And this is when things started to get weird...like weird ass weird! Dad said the license plates on the Explorer have been switched. I was like "HUH?" What does that mean? Someone took off the license plates on the Explorer and replaced it with another car's license plates. You following me? Dad came by because he said he had that nagging feeling since the weekend and this morning when he was putting together the DMV registration for the Explorer, he saw the license plate on the record and he knew it didn't match what was on the truck. And that's why he needed to drive by to our place asap. Mind you, this was early in the morning so none of it was registering in my head! He said that whoever did it obviously had something to hide. There are 2 screws that hold up the license plate and only one was there. So - Dad let me borrow his Volvo (yikes!) and he took the Explorer to the police department to file a report. The Big Guy waited for me to get ready and get Jake ready before he went to work. I told him, I was so paranoid and so scared. Who would do such a thing? Where could it have happened? At work? At our complex? Mom's work maybe? I don't know.
I told Dad I would check with Security here at work since we have surveillance all over the building. Also, we have security patrol the parking structure almost every hour so I'm hoping they would see something on tape or heard something suspicious or whatever. I was assured they will contact me if they see something upon reviewing the surveillance tapes. Dad called me after he left the police department and he was told that the license plates on the Explorer were from a stolen 2000 Mercedes and that the plates were registered under this Filipino lady's name who lives in Elk Grove - like 2.5 hrs away! What the ....?!?!??!?!? So the police confiscated the license plates and Dad had to go to DMV to get the truck re-registered and all.
I'm just so weirded out by this whole thing. Who would do this? And deliberately do this to hide something? I don't understand and it's so hard to comprehend! It's a scary, scary thought!!!
Oh well......so to make matters worse:
- My system at work is going so freakin' slow, I might as well handwrite and fax everything instead.
- Objectives STILL need to be sent.
- Mess! Mess! Mess! I can't stand my messy desk!
- My USB is busted.
- What else could go wrong? Be careful what I wish for...with my luck, it might just happen.
Anyways, last night my boys and I went to Santana Row. The Big Guy indulged me since I wanted to go to Anthropologie. Walked out with one pair of cargo pants, one shirt and one skirt - ALL on sale! Not bad. Not bad at all. We ended up at CPK for dinner, after much deliberation of "Kid Friendly" places around the area. Ran into RP, this guy I went to HS with. Weird! Jake was dead tired by the time we got home so he was asleep and couldn't be bothered :). The Big Guy and I watched a little bit of the Olympics Track and Field and capped on every single person we could cap on. It was quite funny actually. Maybe that's why I'm getting bad vibes? I think I need to start being nice and behave :).
