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 8th, 2008
And it’s probably a good thing you don’t….
December 10th, 2007
Everyone is a pretty large group. I’m certain there are people who are not hurting due to porn. As a matter of fact, I’m going to go out on a limb and say there are more people who are in a better place strictly because of porn.
But I could be wrong.
November 29th, 2007
Then do I have the solution for you!
The Twodaloo! The SUPER toilet that saves rocky marriages and the planet!
The TwoDaLoo is billed as the world’s first toilet two people can use … at the exact same time. It brings couples closer together and conserves our water supply all with one flush. The TwoDaLoo features two side-by-side toilet seats with a modest privacy wall in between.
And that’s not all!
An upgraded version includes a seven inch LCD television and iPod docking station.
Who could ask for more?
October 24th, 2007
It’s raining. Again. I know, big surprise there.
Joey leaves for Stockton tomorrow and I’m more than a little freaked out. Not because he’s going to Stockton, but because this is his first trip away from home without me. I know it’s completely insane but I’m having some serious anxiety here. I mean, who’s going to make sure the doofus gets out of bed on time? Because he can’t do it himself. And what about making sure he doesn’t mess up his suit coat while eating? And what about ironing? I don’t want him to look like a slob.
Oh my God. I’m one of those mom’s. Shoot me. Shoot me now.
And if anyone has an answer, I’d really like to know what exactly would inspire one to do this?
