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Jan. 25th, 2005 11:09 pmMy marriage certificate has been located. It apparently had found a new home, tucked inside my passport. I have a habit of doing things like this, putting things in places because I don't want to lose them and then turning right around and forgetting where I put them to begin with.
The bank won't give me the money from my mother's account because I'm not the executor of her will/estate. Despite my protests that there IS no will or estate, they still won't give me the money. It was recommended that I get something called a "short certificate" and bring it back to them, declaring myself to be executor.
This whole mess gives me a headache like none other.
The bankruptcy attorney wasn't all that bad, despite the fact that she was enormously pregnant and that always squicks me. She told me that there shouldn't be any problems with the repossession hearing coming up and that I should get the life insurance paperwork filed as soon as I can. She also gave me the number of a local estate attorney, with her recommendation. I don't have the money for my own attorney, I really don't.
A phone call to Joanna was attempted, but her cell phone just rang and rang. I'll try again tomorrow, I think.
Now I'm just sitting here, with my raging headache, and poking my fingers through the rat cage at Simon. Bed should be soon, I think.
The bank won't give me the money from my mother's account because I'm not the executor of her will/estate. Despite my protests that there IS no will or estate, they still won't give me the money. It was recommended that I get something called a "short certificate" and bring it back to them, declaring myself to be executor.
This whole mess gives me a headache like none other.
The bankruptcy attorney wasn't all that bad, despite the fact that she was enormously pregnant and that always squicks me. She told me that there shouldn't be any problems with the repossession hearing coming up and that I should get the life insurance paperwork filed as soon as I can. She also gave me the number of a local estate attorney, with her recommendation. I don't have the money for my own attorney, I really don't.
A phone call to Joanna was attempted, but her cell phone just rang and rang. I'll try again tomorrow, I think.
Now I'm just sitting here, with my raging headache, and poking my fingers through the rat cage at Simon. Bed should be soon, I think.
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Date: 2005-01-26 12:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-26 04:36 pm (UTC)