Just so my faithful readers

Just so my faithful readers know, I’m posting this on my private AND two public blogs, all pretty much at once, as I may not be able to communicate with most of you soon – for who knows how long a while . . .

Msss Mxxx,  Where the hell have you been?  My phone is not disconnected -- yet – 4XX-6X2-8XX8.  I've been up two hours aready and need to walk in (3.7 miles) and there I am taped and monitored, both, but, 1-888-9X7-XXXX X113 -- leave a msg as I am on the phone to keep from being fired just now, as well.  Looks like tom. I'd better stay home and tag everything, (you of all people know what a job that will be) so the Sheriff's locking me out and my stuff in for thirty days on Thursday will provide me storage until I can get my affairs more in order.  BTW I'm up to try to post more and if U haven't read both vitriolnhumorpublicenough and KALsaysByebyeLinBiP, YOU NEED TO BEFORE CALLING!  We haven't enough time in life to cover old ground and I'm way too impatient with my way shortened time to figure out what I'm doing to go over what you can read and print out.  I love you and am thrilled you finally woke up to smell the coffee and try to get in touch.  I have actually never felt better in my life -- scary, as I have a taped msg from mom to almost those same words before she got consigned to, and confined in, for good -- the nursing home my father died in.  Talk soon, I hope.  K  Oh, PS, and BTW, my internet, electricity, Queststar gas, car and renter's insurance, phone and water (thank you, again, my lovely and most grateful for my paying half your ENTIRE MORTGAGE, up until August 14, 2005, landlords), are all on last notice.  And, my ever faithful car, so good to me as to keep on plugging despite my mechanic (and others, even phone strangers) saying “how unusual” it is that a “90 Ford Taurus still has its original tranny, is coughing and hiccoughing like unto . . . last leg, cough, spit, hack, hack, so I walk in, every so now and again!  So much for my current company owner making a big teary deal about how she values and appreciated LOYALTY in her underlings the Friday following the Monday she told me I was way out of line and did, indeed, yes, put my job in jeopardy by bringing my personal problems in to work and going off on a new team leader I'd said  "no" to the week before (in no small part because I only remember her closing one of my deals out of a dozen or so I'd ever taken to her), and found myself HAVING to work under the next week despite my "no" and bringing my performance up.  It does seem to me, I indeed must have a thought disorder to think I AM being loyal when so clearly the "powers that be" think not!  Can you ever remember telling me how well I wrote and that I should write (in some way) for a living? Please tell me I'm not too "all over the map" now FOR YOU ALSO.  By that I'm saying even my siblings and children and mother find it much too difficult to wade through my hurried efforts to get my current life on some medium where all who profess any caring for me at all can go catch up.  There simply is not enough time in life to work AND get creative!!!!!  Again, love.  Again, thanks.  Again, hope to talk, or at least in some way be able to, commune soon.  K

the wrath of a woman

“the wrath of a woman scorned . . . .” You have been keeping up enough with the landlord saga to know I likely will be homeless for the second time in my life, as early as Thursday, are you not? The process server said they've really speeded up the process with this seven day notice, and IF THERE’S MONEY involved in the State of XXXX, [aside, here: land of Molly M’s, as is titled to this property on her own (or so it appears on the papers I was served) (‘n’ polygs, ‘n’ Prophets, et al.)] as there is, since rent is the only thing that really matters, don'tcha know, -- I WON’T WIN. There are, of course, other things I can do, but I won’t win THIS, which would be to be able to sleep under the same roof I do now, which would be the one I’ve only so far paid $46,000 (+), YES, (+) (again half the mortgage on the property) for the privilege of doing. Despite the Biblical scripture to not call thy brother Raca, which is to say FOOL, my brain screams out fool, fool, fool, every time I hear those treading above me, for haven’t they heard, -- “the wrath of a woman scorned . . . .”?

AMJust got served by Process Server

AMJust got served by a Process Server_Kudos to me Thursday, September 15, 20059/15/2005 9:38:24 I did not faint, scream, cry, wail, snarl, gnarl or gnash my teeth. Cultured and dignified are I. No holds barred now with regards to . . ., well, now, why show my hand so early on? All ye who think ye know me well? May be time to check inward for that peace that can come. Love to all who yet read me. K

Speaking of men being completely HONEST

Jxxxx, Speaking of men
being completely HONEST,
has your attorney let you know
he noticed me improperly
the first time?

My REAL MAN would PROVIDE for me!

Back to Janel and final LAST attempt, Sunday, September 11, 2005,

I am trying to be fair with you, Janel, because I too am a woman. In the last thirteen years of my life I have experienced what it is like to have been raised with the notion that a “REAL MAN” would take care of me -- provide for me, if I would just be a good wife: as in try to love him and bear his children, speak to him, confer with him, be subservient to him, try never to let him know I may know more than he might know – about anything – or relate better than he might relate – to anything, or anyone. ALL THAT, only to be caught completely off guard and surprised, -- completely out of my goony brain -- ‘t ain’t necessarily true.

Monday August 22 2005

Monday, August 22, 2005 Dear God in Heaven, If I must be consigned to insanity in this life . . . Couldst Thou, Wouldst Thou, Let me, please be, Crazy Like a Fox?
PS -- If you are my landlord: (who knew you could read?) I know you can't hear and you entered my place within two hours of my posting notice on my door NOT TO, read my lips -- I will pursue you wherever I need to -- do not, do not, do not, -- for any reason, -- under any circumstances, pass through my doorway without my presence, and my express permission. Ever. If I could make myself any clearer, please dear reader, post to me how! Aaaaaaaaaaaiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! K

Sunday September 11_One Final Last Attempt

Sunday, September 11, 2005 One Final, last LAST last Attempt, Dear Janel,
One major problem I can see with the Stonewall Silence Approach to Life Comin’ at Ya Fast, Janel, is that some of us have much larger scale imaginations than others. I, for one, try to warn people that, I am very visual and before they describe something in too vivid detail, they deserve to know that. In the case between you and I, where you want to play ignorant to my side of our conflict and just keep your message to one simple “pay us the money”, I feel you deserve to know SILENCE makes me very edgy. I don’t know that you’ve EVER cared enough about me as a person to remember that that is exactly why the husband I had when I came to you landed out on his ear from “our” apartment May of 1999. Although I yet see him as the only peer (as opposed to offspring), “ LOVE OF MY LIFE”, I contributed to him experiencing homelessness in his life. I did that because, although I had concluded that he very well may not love me, nor have any real desire to stay married to me, it was only after it dawned on me that he might not even like me; and he tipped his hand to conveying that with the merest nod in answer to my outright question about that, my IMAGINATION went absolutely screamin’ meamin’ bonkers!
Now, it just may be, my knowing I contributed to his experiencing homelessness; I am taking my own responsibility here, and desiring to alert you. OR, it may be that I so clearly remember being homeless myself, ALREADY; when I was in the age group you are in now, which to the best of my knowing is, between forty and fifty. Whichever the reason may be, this is the best I can think to do.

September 9 2005 I'd headed out

September 9, 2005 I’d headed out for my walk while it was still dI asked his name – Johnny Oxxx(?s?), and did he know Joe Nxxxxxxxx, the deputy who had taken my report the previous Thursday? He answered, “ark, probably around 6:30 A.M. Out on Qxxxx Rxxxx Dr. a vehicle was approaching in fits and starts with its lights on as I nearly topped the rise between Qxxxx Rxxxx Circle and Pxxxx Dxxxx Rxxxxx. As I passed its door I noticed an official insignia and stepped in toward it just as the driver seemed to make a definite decision to proceed out into the road and move forward. The driver had observed something in my movement that caused him to stop and roll down his window. I went back towards the door again and asked if he was with the Sheriff’s Dept. and thus, essentially Police for the City of Wxxxxxxxxx. He said he was. Name? Joxxxy Oxxxx. Did he know Jxx Nxxxxxxx? "Yes, he did.” “Is Joe back?” “He will be tomorrow.” I asked him to mention to Joe that he and I had talked and detailed that I was in dispute with my landlord and a brief synopsis of the report I’d made with Joe. I then asked what should be my first priority in dealing with the three day notice the landlord had posted, and got his help. Thanks, Above and In My Life!

Notice to VACATE_September 6 2005

September 6, 2005, Not to worry that I failed to post yesterday. Quite the day, Labor Day! I have just returned from my walk and at its end, I met my young and interesting next door neighbor – Glenn told me he’s a policeman. Hee Hee. Neighbor, my neighbor -- to the East, or to my left as I type away facing out my front door and through my Mother's Day gift to myself -- my storm door. His name: SXXXXXX DXXXXX. I intend to post my STILL SILENT Landlord and his Mrs., that he will have to dispose of me, as in out of this life, to get away with ANYTHING to bring me ANY MORE MISERY AS RENTER TO HIM, as I have been as PUBLIC as it should ever be necessary for any one (lone, single, white female) human to be, that I KNOW he trespasses against me. And, now, so do many others KNOW, both local and long distant, both influential and not.
I posted, above, in greater detail, (and without revision), on a public blog just for my family at 7:14 A.M. I have come home for lunch and it is now 9/6/2005 1:34:44 PM. I came home to a Notice to Pay Rent or Vacate (standard form 68519v]) – within 3 days.

Heyday in CIVIL COURT? Friday September 02

Friday, September 02, 2005, 6:27:17 AM I’ve had a great night’s sleep! For the first September night I’ll be able to check my Accountability Data Pages as having “done it right_2-3/3-5, meaning, had 2 to 3 hours sleep before midnight and 3 to 5 after. Alrighty, then. That feels REAL good! Sanity, here I stabilize! These things, she says, having wanged out, wacked out, totally -- yesterday. Before work I tried to learn how I might be able to protect myself and my goods and my privacy from a landlord who lives above, and, it sure as Hades, sometimes feels like, all around me. Oh, yes, then, so I can’t change my locks, then? Why, come to think of it, why would I bother? He built the place, it takes him minimal time to change out the entire door and door jamb, let alone change the lock back, plus; he stays home all the time, having just turned 77 years old and HE HAS ALL THE RIGHT IN THE WORLD TO DO THAT *!&*!??? Great! Just great! So, I call upstairs, and though I hear them, of course they don’t answer, which makes me all the more hysterical, and I say, “Can you people even read? What does it take to get you to respond to me, other than demanding rent money? I know – at least, HE, comes in here whenever he wants, for no more reason than he decides to, he thinks to, he’s curious to. And, surely, you, Mrs. L(andlord), can understand, as a woman, how unsafe, insecure and upset that makes me feel. I want you to know I’m really ramping things up here from my end, as I will do whatever I can think to, to protect myself and my property. I’ve called my insurance company and the Sheriffs Office and am lodging complaint with a deputy there.” ! ! ! ! ! PS, dear reader, not only did the deputy (JXX NXXXXXXX) take the complaint, he told me he would go speak with him personally. And, as a not so small aside, he suggested I might have quite the heyday in civil court as they have been so uncooperative! Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!

NOTICE_NO RENT PAID til N what does Karen do with that

And, what does Karen do with that! Let’s deal with the rent, then . . . . Wednesday, August 31, 2005, 9:32 PM Mrs. and Mrs. L., 354 QXXXX RXXXXX CXX., WXXXXXXXton, XXXX 8____, I find it the darnedest thing that by all appearances, the only communication you find necessary is to talk about rent payments. That being the case, I guess I shall have to take my stand with you with regards to my paying rent:
I hereby inform you that I will not be paying rent until
you address several issues with me that have heretofore gone unaddressed, not the least of which would be the disposition of my concerns regarding the letter I wrote to the City and finally got addressed by them. I expect an explanation of why you dismiss me and my concerns with no more recognition than a phone call, “sorry, we’ve got to get in there”, with no follow up at all to my notice and your near immediate trespass, even with a notice posted (not to) on my door. Should you find it beyond your abilities to address my concerns with me; for the second time, may I suggest we get someone to mediate with us. Thank you, Karen XXXXX 358 QXXXX RXXXX CXX., Wxxxxxxton, XXXX 8XXXX.

She does indeed howl at the moon

She does, indeed, howl at the moon, you know! She comes home from a nine hour workday, that broke up with two hours off between three hours on earlier, then six hours on later. There’s a white paper, or perhaps a sheaf of papers on her door that can be seen as soon as she is down the drive to her walkout. Before even getting out of her car, her thoughts are, “well, it could be official – that could be an eviction notice posted by the Sheriff.” Once to the door, arms laden, it becomes obvious that it is one sheet of paper and it is from the landlords. It is dated, August 31, 2005, 5:00 p.m. Wednesday. Karen Apt. #XXX We have not received your [(sp.)parchel] payments for August of $XXX.00. Please get this paid.
We will no longer accept [(sp.)parchel] payments on rent. The total monthly payment for rent is due in full, as required in the Rental Agreement.
Please have September rent paid in full $XXX.00 by Sept. 5, 2005 in order to advoid late fees. Thank You XXXXX & XXXXX Landlords