Volcanic Sacrifices: well.....

i'm almost divorced. lol!!

i put it off forever. i knew it was going to be a PITA to do. and let me tell you.....IT IS!!

$45.00 & 1 paper to get married v. $350.00 & 80 papers to get divorced.

i've managed to complete step one - initiating the proceedings (total paperwork @ 22) and file for a fee waiver (since i don't work). the judge was nice. he didn't even make me talk in front of him. he was in the middle of hearing a prelim on a, what i could tell, personal injury disclosure proceedings. he nodded to the bailiff who took my paperwork & the judge then scribbled something to his clerk who then stamped my stuff & handed it to said bailiff who in turn, made a lovely hand off to me.

(WHEW!! football plays are easier to remember than all this. lol!!)

went downstairs to the filing clerks window. hand off all of my pristine paperwork, she separates everything & then stamps the ever loving shit out of it. nice. all that hard work to keep it clean. UGH!

then i ask her ever so politely, "so....this is it. right? i mean 6 months from now i can go back to being ms. jennifer taylor?"

a broad smile creeps across her hardened face & she says, "oh no. you're just at the beginning! there's PLENTY more to be done."

i swear, i saw the lights flicker & heard evil pipe organ music playing.

the evil filing mistress, now looking even more sinister & foreboding tells me, "you need to head up to the 2nd floor. visit the family law room. they'll tell you what to do from there." and points out the door to the elevators....where i quite possibly saw the top licks of fire.

by this time i am panicking. why does it have to be this hard?? off i trudge to the 2nd floor....and just as luck would have it, we entered the elevator that they're preparing to work on. its all padded inside. and i wonder? what in bloody hell do they think i'm going to do in there? MOSH??

anywho....i digress.

get to the 2nd floor....family law room. (sounds like something you'd find in a really nice expensive house, KWIM?? "....and this is our newly remodeled Family Law Room...") this man & his bimbette FLY past me from another elevator, just so they could get in the line in front of me. nice, huh?? i can't wait to get back somewhere that people actually have MANNERS.

so there i am. standing in the line from hell. or to hell. or on a side trip to hell. who knows. i know that eventually i'm going to hell. that's for sure. and then i realize that its almost 10:30. i have to leave. time for lea to go to school.

i grab my girls & practically sprint from the building. you know, once outside, i didn't feel so bad. that building has bad karma. r e a l l y bad karma.

and now i get to do this all over again.....tomorrow. only now i have a case number.....and the clock has officially begun to tick! :)

btw.....and on a really strange twist of fate? my case number is DC's birthday. lol!!