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April, 2009

The ongoing Prixy saga

April 30th, 2009 // Photos, References // 8 comments

pictures are worth 1000 words

I drew a picture of the situation so that anyone previously unclear on the situation can now get caught up. Because this is so far from over that it is ridiculous. (recap)

I pull up to the stop sign at the same time as the SUV. I let her go first (turning onto the one way street) and then I cross the intersection going straight when the Malibu behind her crashes into me because he does not know that at a stop sign you are required to stop and actually check for traffic. Amazing. I’m tempted to ask him (if I ever see him again) just what the devil he thinks those silly red hexagonal signs are actually there for. Decoration?

Apparently, he gave his statement to his insurance company (finally, a week and a half later) on Monday saying that I must have ran the stop sign because he didn’t see me. Of course, that clearly was not the case and if he had actually checked the entire intersection he would have known that but instead was too concerned about oncoming one way traffic that he neglected to check crossing traffic.

But he recruited the SUV lady to become a witness so now we’re all waiting on her to make a testimony.

And one of the things that aggravates me the most about this is that they both work at a bank and should have had access to a phone TWO WEEKS AGO to get all this resolved. Also, I should have called the cops and if one more person tells me this to my face I will sucker punch the next kitten I come across. Then post pictures.

I called my agent to talk to her and I guess I didn’t explain myself very well. I asked if the fact that the witness took two weeks to make a statement on an accident has any sort of impact on the situation. Not to mention the fact that she works with the guy who hit my car.

I know I was in the right but it still really upsets me that they could get away with a lie just because there are two of them.

But seeing as how the parking lot (the grey space in the picture) that they pulled out of is for bank employees, there are cameras that view out to the street. I called the guy who works with security to see if he could put the tape aside so that nothing happens to it (gets retaped over or something) to use as evidence if necessary.

Urgh. Seriously, one more word about a cop and Fluffy gets it.


playing in the rain

April 28th, 2009 // Rambling // 5 comments

Yesterday I was so excited that it was spring time weatherish outside, I put on a skirt and flip flops in celebration. Around four pm, it started raining. And it didn’t stop until 9pm. During this time I (1) raced to my car, (2) stopped at FIL’s house to pick up paperwork, (3) hurtled in to the grocery store for dinner supplies.

When I finally left the grocery store, it was still raining like crazy but instead of running for my car, I just walked. It was warm enough outside that the rain was refreshing and I was soaked in a very short amount of time anyway, had I been running or no. It was a really nice moment in time though, walking to the car and pushing my cart, surrounded in rain.

I took the time to watch people darting in and out of their cars and the store. I watched as people left their carts idle and skidded off to places unknown. It was a detached, calm feeling. Kind of like that one time I astral projected.

You become aware of all your senses, surroundings, and are awed by them.

It was so strange because when I entered the store, I was just like everyone else, hoping the rain would stop because I had so many other things to do. When I came back out, I just shrugged my shoulders. It was going to take a while to pack the groceries in the car and when I got home I’d have to unpack them anyway. No rush. At least I wasn’t wearing my moccasins.

It felt really nice though.


google map fun

April 27th, 2009 // Rambling // 5 comments

I’m sure by now that most people have heard about the swine flu that is buzzing around the north american continent. And now, you can track where it is using google maps.

Even though I don’t think people getting sick and possibly dying is cool, I do think that the ways we can use our technology are really amazing.

Also, I’ll probably be spending tonight stocking up on canned goods instead of going to my yoga class. You know, just in case. 2012!

Also: National Geographic has some pictures up


mreh with a side of lol

April 27th, 2009 // References // 2 comments

I’ve been looking for a part time job to help me make the money I’m not getting by working part time now. A lot of it has to do with the fact that while I qualify for unemployment (and have signed up), I absolutely detest being on government programs with all my being. I have a pride complex. And most of the people who work with government assistance programs can be really rude and degrading. Thanks, I’m not about that.

The tricky part is finding a part time job that will work around my current schedule, Jas’s daycare, Andy’s work schedule, and my morning Psych class. To say that nothing has fit the bill yet would be painfully accurate.

I’m a creature of habit. I like my job. I like Jas’s daycare. I don’t want to switch things up. But I have to do something.

I wish Andy’s hours were more normal so that I could plan around them. Urgh.

But don’t fret, because there is a superhero lolcat about.

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tagteaming society

April 24th, 2009 // Fashion and Warpaint, Heart Shaped Uterus Adventures, References // 8 comments

One of the great things about finding out that you are newly pregnant is that you can place the blame on the baby for just about everything. Well not BLAME per se, but you can use the baby as an excuse for anything your little mind can conjure. It’s true.

Today before work (seeing as how I’m part time now)(at least the weather is GORGEOUS)(have I ever gabbed about how much I love driving in the sunshine? I do. You become one with the car, body and spirit, and away you go) I stopped off at the Goodwill in the ultra rich part of town seeing as how now I have to fit a baby into my pants as well as my rapidly growing hips (I seriously didn’t think they could get much bigger)(why are they growing AGAIN? I’ve already done the pregnancy thing once before!). Life was getting very snug and painful.

So the little fetus and I went shopping. We found three pair of comfy pants that look fabulous and did the usual What Not To Wear tests. Sitting down, standing up, turning sideways to make sure you don’t spill over the front of your pants.

I’m glad I put on eye liner before I went shopping though. Something about grabbing pants three and four sizes bigger than the ones you wore in high school can make a girl think horrible thoughts. The eyeliner made me feel like I still looked fabulous (it’s a new trick I learned, don’t ever wear make up on a daily basis. Save it for when you need the confidence and vanity boost: like when you go shopping for clothes and realize you are now a woman size person, not a teenager)

Oh my goodness. That reminds me of a few weeks ago when I was at a rather low point on the emotional totem pole. When I lived in VA, one of the things I enjoyed doing the most when I needed a boost of happy was going out with some friends and trying on dresses. We’d parade through the dressing room like it was a catwalk, taking pictures and feeling fabulous. Anyway, I did that a few weeks ago and about cried when I grabbed a size 6 dress and couldn’t zip it up. I am no longer a size 6.

I ended up talking to one of the sales ladies and we swapped war stories on moving away from your girlfriends who had they been present would have told you that the dress was ugly anyway and clearly could not contain my fabulous and steered us towards Auntie Annies to people watch and munch on pretzels.

That entire tangent aside, after I found three new pair of pants (which I need to be careful to not stick in the dryer)(I learned last time that rich folk don’t tend to stick their pants in the dryer like other people do, so pants shrink when they get to my house)(shrinking pants is one of the worst things for a woman’s self esteem, I swear) I wandered over to the prom dress section. I wanted to figure out what size I currently wear because a ton of ladies are selling off wedding dresses and prom dresses on Craigslist for mega cheap and I would love to get in on that deal.

I tried on this one absolutely gorgeous teal dress, a size 6 again because I read the tag upside down, subconscious torture. You guys, I couldn’t get it over my hips. Horrifying. But the other dress I had grabbed fit like a dream. It was like the dark version of the dress Ariel wore when she walked out of the sea and Eric picked her up and spun her around. Like this but without the slit.

Can you tell we watch The Little Mermaid ALL THE TIME at my house? Jas loves the mermaid movie! I love hearing her beg to watch the mermaid movie. Mermaid, mermaid! Her accent is hilarious. Almost as funny as when she says carpet.

But my dress was a dark navy dress with all over sparkles. Simply gorgeous. I almost made out with myself. Seriously, I instantly didn’t care that it’s a size 9 because I could have walked on to the red carpet and gotten applause. And for $15 there was no way I was putting it back on the rack. It’s hanging up in my closet right now, wondering when it’s going to be worn. Probably not for several months. Maybe New Years. I dunno. Depends on how things go.

I’d post a picture of the dress, but it’s the type that would maroon sailors and I don’t want to be responsible for breaking the internet. Also, I’ve avoided crazy online stalkers for ten years now and I’d like to keep that track record current. Trust me though, it’s fabulous. And when one of Andy’s screen plays takes him to the Oscars, I’ll be wearing it making size 0 starlets cut themselves in jealousy.