One man’s voice

Who steals a truck from someone?

Posted on October 20th, 2008 in Personal Messages, Rants | 1 Comment »

This morning the unthinkable happened. My sister’s truck was stolen. From right in front of my house.

I am still so shocked, angry, nervous, anxious and confused that I cannot really find the words to to put to this post. I cannot believe anyone would do something like this. I mean, who the hell steals a truck?

The saddest part of this mess is that the keys to the truck, the ones I posted about a few days ago, I think were used in the theft. The truck had an alarm on it that was not visible from the outside of the truck. The only way to keep the alarm from being heard is to disable it with the remote. I know the alarm never went off. My wife was sleeping on the couch when the truck was stolen.

Another thing that really pisses me off about this is that those keys that were used to steal the truck has my house key on them. What this meant for me today was that after calling the police, insurance companies, bosses and my sister I still had to contend with changine the locks on my garage and my house. That just sucks.

In the end I spent the day being mad, being hurt, feeling stupid and feeling confused. My sister reached out to me to help me and it cost her her truck. All I can hope for is that the truck gets found in somewhat decent shape.

Until then I need to take some time to get a grip on my feelings. I am so pissed off right now I could punch something.

I want kick my own butt

Posted on October 11th, 2008 in Personal Messages, Rants | No Comments »

I never really looked at how whiny I sound sometimes until I take time to read my own writing. Like yesterday for example… it sounded like all I did was moan and complain about not having enough money. That really is not what I was trying to convey. What I was trying to do what let out some of the anxiety I have over how the money I do earn (which is remarkably good) has been spent.

I know the situation I am in has no bearing on anyone outside my house (except for those that I am constantly bumming lunch off of - you know who you are and you know I love you dearly). I have firmly put myself in this place. It is nobody’s fault but my own and it has nothing to do with the amount of money I earn. It has everything to do with how I have (mis)managed that money over time.

That said, if you ever get sick of me spewing forth rants about anything I am going through that comes across as whiny and cry baby-ish please tell me. I struggle sometimes listening to, or reading through, that stuff sometimes, too.

And if you don’t mind listening to, or in my case, reading about, my rants, would you happen to have a cheeseburger about you? I’m starving.