June 3rd, 2008
I just spoke with my car insurance company. Seeing as Joey will be getting his license in the next four weeks, I figured it was time to assess the damage to my pocket book. I will admit, I was really NOT prepared for what I heard today. The addition to my current amount will be $1200. An EXTRA $1200? WTF?
I assumed it would be somewhere in the ballpark of $500. I just don’t understand it. Of course, that amount was AFTER the good student discount and the discount for taking Driver’s Ed. I’m completely shocked and dismayed.
I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do.
In other news, I heard from my sister yesterday and she has gotten new orders. In October she’ll be heading to Kadena AFB in Okinawa. She wasn’t expecting it, so isn’t too excited yet, but I’m thrilled for her. She’s wanted to go to Japan for years. And a huge plus is that she won’t have to go to Iraq in August! YAY!
February 28th, 2008
Today, Joey called from school asking to be picked up early because he wasn’t feeling well. It was actually fine with me because today has to be one of the most beautiful days I’ve ever experienced in Portland and I was eager to get away from my desk and into the sunshine and cool air. I literally hightailed it out of the bank and into my car.
On the way back, it was a damn good thing I was taking my time because I was almost hit head on by a moron teenage driver who’d left campus during lunch. I happened to be behind one of those behemoth trucks. You know, the big Ford F-550’s which you need a ladder to climb up in to? Yeah, well, I’m cruising along behind him when he changed lanes to turn and I kept on going. Now, normally I would speed up because that’s what I do, I like to go fast. But today I wasn’t in any hurry to get back to work so I just kept cruising and it’s a good thing I did.
A white station wagon POS came barrelling out of the drive from the supermarket and came within an inch of hitting me head on because he wasn’t paying attention to what was behind the truck, only that he wanted out of the parking lot. Thank God my brakes are in good order.
And to top it all off, this jackass looked at me like I was the one in the wrong. Cussing up a storm as he took off, calling me every name in the book. I was half tempted to follow him back to school and kick his skinny little ass. But I didn’t.
Instead, I picked my heart up off the car floor and reinserted it into my chest and continued on my way to work. It took about an hour before my heart rate returned to normal. Dumbass kids.
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In other news, someone needs counseling and a little less television.
