Grrrr....

I've twice now tried to put up pictures tonight, and I tried to blog earlier today as well However, the universe is against me. I feel quite grumpy about that. I was even going to have a lovely, happy post with the pix from our little trip to Florida. Maybe later. I didn't want my whole 3 readers to feel neglected so I will write.

I am really frustrated. I know. I know. It is mostly my own fault. We have 65 days to file a claim from our move. I started working on the process over a week ago. I think they make the system so cumbersome that it isn't worth it to work through it to file anything. We finally got a password and should have been able to get things going, but the computer, or the system locked up. Dan has called at least twice, and the help line had been helpful, but we have not managed to get past the log in page. I think tomorrow at midnight is our deadline. And guess what? I cannot find the paperwork. I took everything with us to Florida and I have no clue where it all is right now. I'm so mad about it all. I wanted it documented that they trashed my stuff. Plus, I did spend $63 to replace my crib parts that they broke. I also need to replace a few parts on my elliptical machine so it will work properly. I'm grumpy that it will all be out of pocket now. The stupid claim is not going to get filed. I'm upset that I didn't start the process earlier. I'm mad that they treated my stuff like trash and will get away with it. I'm even more mad that I have to pay for replacement parts that I shouldn't have to. And I'm really mad at myself for losing the paperwork. I'm sad.

So, yeah, so much for a more cheerful blog post. Sorry. If you needed a dose of the ridiculous, here is a little tale. The movers broke the back of one of our folding chairs for the card table. That's now my designated chair to take outside and sit on when I watch the kids play. I fold it up and bring it inside when I'm not using it because heaven forbid it be seen and noted to be non-conforming to the housing standards. So I was sitting on the sidewalk in front of the house the other evening. I was reading my book and watching the kids play at the park. I saw the housing lady cruise by in her little golf cart and checked to make sure there was nothing on my porch to cause offense. Nope, nothing on my porch but a welcome mat. 30 minutes later, I get a call from the housing office to inform me that only matching lawn furniture is permitted on the porch.