25 February 2012


Well, it's going to be about $800 to fix my car. Soon as we get it back we're going to try and sell it, and then try to buy a brand new car for my Sweetheart. I'll get her car and she'll get the new one. I'll be regressing by 4 years, but she'll be leaping ahead by ten, so it works out.

Not much else going. Did laundry last night and played some X-Box with my best friend (which sounds much more girlie than it should). Working today, tomorrow, and Monday, as always. Should be going to pick up my car Monday afternoon. That's pretty much it.

Oh, and we've changed our plans for the honeymoon. Instead of the Lake Tahoe, Seattle, San Louis Abispo route, we're going to go to Florida and do Disney/Universal. I'm so excited.

19 February 2012

Fuckity Fuck Fuckballs...

So, the flooded car from yesterday? Yeah. It wasn't there when I went back for it. I called Houston PD, who said that they didn't tow it. I called the Clear Lake (my area) office of HPD, and they said they didn't tow it. I called the Precinct 8 Constable's office (which was right across the street from where I was parked), and they said that they didn't tow it. I called wrecker services, impound lots, and everybody else I could think of to make sure that I didn't file a false police report and waste the valuable time of HPD's officers.

A really nice HPD officer came out and made the report, gave us a case number, and we were on our way home. Got home, started cooking dinner. Was in the middle of cooking up some bacon for "Breakfast for dinner" when a knock came at my door. I answered, and there stood a (super nice, very helpful) Precinct 8 Constable.

Constable: "Good evening, sir. Did you by chance file a police report on a stolen vehicle earlier tonight?"

Me: "Yes, sir, I did."

C: "Okay. Good. Let me be the first to apologize. We did tow your vehicle, because it was parked in a "moving lane", but someone on the day shift dropped the ball and didn't get the report entered in a timely manner, which is why HPD now has a stolen vehicle report on file for you. I'm very sorry."

He then gave me all the info I'd need to retrieve my car, it's location, and the number of the place where it was stored. He was super helpful and apologetic about stupid day shift taking 10 fucking hours to get a report entered.

So we went to the storage lot, called the guy, and waited with another HPD officer (who was also super helpful) who cleared the report out of the system and made sure we were going to get home okay. The wrecker driver let us use his jump box (self contained jumpstart) to try and get my car started, but she wouldn't. Dang. He went ahead and towed us back to the apartment, and so now I've got my car back, $300 later.

So, yeah. For getting my car stolen-but-not-really-stolen-for-a-questionable-tow, I'm actually feeling okay with how things worked out. Now I just have to worry about getting my car fixed.

18 February 2012

Stuff and Junk (have I used this title before? Probably)

Well, I'm still married. We had our first married fight last night. It sucked, but no more than any of our other fights in the past. We smooched and made up, and then caught a few hours of sleep before I had to get up for work.

Oh, and apparently when it rains solid all night long, my car gets flooded on a street that hasn't flooded since we moved in. So that's fun. I'm going later today to try and start it. Moved it off to the side, and parked. Hopefully I won't get towed. Last time we had a car flood, we let it sit and dry for a couple of hours, and then were able to jump start it. Fingers crossed that the same happens tonight.

*sigh* Other than that, not a whole lot going on. It's been crazy busy at work the last two weeks. Not always crazy calls, but seriously high call volume. Spent most of the day yesterday running lost and found back and forth for people, and last weekend was a nightmare.

Here's hoping that things aren't entirely insane today. I'm not going to say the "Q Word" or the "S Word" in reference to work. If I do, I'm guaranteed to get slammed with calls. I don't know why that's a rule, but it is. From the time I started working, if someone said "It's really Q Word.", we'd invariably have a rush. Doesn't matter the job.

Well, I suppose that's it for now, so I'll just sit here and try to let my shoes/socks/pants dry a little bit more.

12 February 2012

Well, I'm married. I gotta say, it's a lot like being engaged, except that whenever my wife (giggles) says the word "husband" (giggles) I tend to giggle (giggles). The wedding went off without a hitch. Except for getting hitched. And life is awesome.