Shortly after I published my blog my hubby left for work. I had the day planned out...lots of arting, some prepping for the upcoming first of the year update, it was beautiful. Not even 5 minutes had passed, I was about to eat some lunch and hubby comes back into our apartment. I thought he forgot something...oh no, that would be too easy...too mundane for us. Our license plates got stolen over the new year...between the eve and the 2nd. I will be heavily editing the expletives out of this piece but let me tell you, we could have made a sailor on leave blush with what we were spitting out of our mouths.
Of course, the DMV had to close right as the hubby was leaving for work...they couldn't do anything anyways without me actually being there...GRRR. The police were pretty cool...except the one said file online, it COULD take up to 3 days...so I did, I wasn't given an option to speak to an officer. So when I called the DMV and the lady happened to answer and told me repeatedly that they were closed...she said to talk to an officer as the plates are still active and any crimes committed I'd be charged with...can you say panic? Oh yes...so I called the police back and asked for an officer to come to the apartment...they gave me the complaint center, instead. I did manage to get the information I needed and report them stolen with no issue, which means my butt wasn't hanging in the wind...whew...calm came over me a bit...as did anger, rage, laughter (so I wouldn't cry) and a myriad of other emotions.
Hours passed...and I did email where I reported it online to cancel the report...well when I got up from a nap, don't judge, I checked my email. The hubby was landlocked and couldn't get into work that day. He did secure a ride for the next day, thankfully, as we were stuck at home. I digress, I noticed in my email a confirmation and information I needed was done for the report of stolen plates...which meant I had 2 cases open...That lovely (and by lovely I mean horrible feeling you get in your chest) feeling of panic started creeping over me, like fungus...so I had to call the police, again. I am surprised I'm not on first name basis with them, by this point. Thankfully the officer that was taking care of the online report saw that I had called and filled out an immediate report and cancelled the online one. Whew...we joked a bit, the panic immediately went back into the deep and murky shadows when the tiny, minuscule ray of light shined on THAT part...
The wait was pretty bad...at least I had the comfort of knowing that my butt was covered, but waiting is just bad. I am a get it done now kind of gal. I'm always early for all appointments and that is just how I function. It's good system, albeit flawed, but I get stuff done. I actually got some arting in. There wasn't too much, because my mind was not focused and I couldn't get into that beautiful zone...but some art did get done.
So the day of reckoning...the get everything done was yesterday...on the coldest day (so far) of the year...I was partaking of the glorious goodness that is also known as coffee and I looked out the window...snow. Lots of it coming down. I usually love watching the swirls and flakes falling, this time not really. I was thinking...great I have to drive in this mess, we already have the groceries to do, but we have the added trips to the DMV and the dealership (to get said new plates on car). GRRRR. The moment of coffee-ness was not as magical.
Thankfully we live near a DMV...so I didn't get pulled over driving an unplated vehicle, although I was expecting it. Actually on waking up I expected the car to be missing. I am now thinking one morning the plates will be in our spot and the car will be gone...this is our luck. Every calendar change we have just the crappiest of luck. SOMETHING always happens that isn't GOOD on the new year, without fail. Ranging from devastating to inconvenient. Again, back to the tale of two plates...I was actually charged for new plates...even though we were the VICTIMS of a crime...but that's how that works...I was told that was how it would work, but actually being there, and being charged a fee for something you had no control over made me feel like I was being punished. WTF?! I thought for sure the dealership was going to really have fun with us...but they were awesome...joked around with us...and put the plates on free of charge...so that was one really good thing that happened.
Every morning I look out the window and check on the plates...so far it's been less than 24 hours and they are still there. I thought maybe...just maybe this year we would break the "curse"...maybe next year?
**I almost did not blog this story, but I thought why the hell not?**