Funny Story?

Last Friday I was supposed to have a facial & body mud mask thing because this "spa" was running a special deal for the last week of February. Unfortunately we got nearly a foot of snow and I had to reschedule. I don't know what I was thinking scheduling it for Monday at 6pm. Even on a GREAT day I NEVER am done at 6pm. Today was not even close to a great day. We had a shit storm of claims and I was all over the place looking at vehicles and completing in-person contacts. Of course 3 of my vehicles ended up being total losses as well. Imagine a 1990 Beretta with minimal damage--the guy was shocked that it costs more to repair it than it would to total it. ALSO ends up that I used to work with this guy back in high school! The day was just full of strange kinds of things.

Only by the grace of God was I able to shove some stuff onto tomorrow's schedule and make it to my appointment at 6:05pm.

I am led into this back room by a lady who just came in from having a cigarette and was coughing about 4.3 pints of mucus. Then she hands me a gown that I mistook for a skirt kind of thing and I walk into the treatment room wearing my satin blue bra & this wierd velcro fabric as a skirt. She started laughing and told me it was supposed to be to wrap around my top and that I was supposed to keep my pants on (?). I'm like, "uhhhh, I thought I was having a facial and a mud treatment."
"You are, but we'll just do your top today!"

oooohhh kay then!

I feel humiliated for some silly reason and go adjust my attire.

I come back and she's doing my facial and all of a sudden farts louder than all hell near my face when she was turned around to get a towel! Then I happened to have a tiny teeny red spot on my left shoulder & she started to pick at it! I swatted her hand away and was like, "I just remembered I have to be somewhere, so when you are done with the facial that will be all for today."

The remaining time there I kept thinking, "why can't I stand up to her and tell her I am not satisfied with her service or the fact that her stinky hands were on my face and smelled like ashtray?" I kept silent and even thanked her when it was all said and done!

Sometimes I think things like that are my fault--like I have some f'ed up lesson to learn. I always do that.

I have a clean face now. Was it worth $45? I'll get back to you on that.

Woooohoooo! 

I don't know why, but I was sort of nervous for this gig last night. Husband was full of good things to say & took a photo just as we were preparing to walk out the door. 

Husband was experimenting with the camera settings last night. Maybe I should explain a little bit about where we even were! The University had its annual scholarship fundraiser for the music department--The Snow Ball. Tickets cost an arm and a leg, but it's fun to do something different--get dressed up, have a fabulous dinner, and listen to great jazz. One thing we didn't quite expect was to be the youngest couple there by 15-20 years! It was mostly one of those small town you should be seen here if you're anybody that matters kind of things. Of course husband and I don't really matter to anyone in this town, so we only knew about 4 people there (who don't know us). hahahahha. 

Last night's main course was some sort of pork something or other. Before being served, we played a game similar to Hot Potato, but with a rose and whoever was stuck holding the rose when the music stopped had to carve the pork. We had to get a photo! 

I found this photo while digging on the computer. This is huband and I the day before our wedding with his awesome cousins (who were in our wedding) Clinton & Aubrey! I miss you guys. Hopefully we'll see you all very soon! 

Other than our wedding, this is the first time I've seen my husband in a tuxedo! He was looking extremely handsome last night (as usual)! 

This is the jazz ensemble that played last night. I was wishing we had taken some dancing lessons so we could enjoy it a little more than we did. However, we were in good company--I think the only people who really knew what they were doing were the people who teach ballroom dancing in Bemidji.  

ok, this option of collage doesn't really make much sense for posting on here---agree? 

I'm just messing around with some photos of husband & I in Picasa. I took 2 snapshots of us from last night & made a photopile collage. I'm just getting started!! Weeeeee! 

I'm trying to add more than one photo per post & am having little success! Husband was a sleepy boy after the ball last night. Sister & I snagged a photo. 

This is me, morning after snow ball--messy hair, no make up & a smile for my man. 

Husband painted my toenails the other day--almost feels like summer! 

FISHING FUN


I'm back from a wild weekend of "fishing." Unfortunately not much fishing took place, so I had plenty of time to document my weekend with photos! Layering several pants & shirts, getting up early, and dealing with a drippy nose & runny eyes were the highlight of the weekend.

The last few years we always meant to stop & take a picture of Kansas City Road off of Hwy 72. Husband is from KC & you can imagine the excitement of traveling down a cold Minnesota road in the middle of nowhere & seeing this!











This is my sexy husband posing for a perverted photos with his brat. So silly!





Here's a photos of my holes!


It's amazing what you can do with a camera when you are bored!









Here's what husband and I have to say to the fish who managed to evade us yet again!

It's Thursday evening and I should get to packing for my fishing trip this weekend. I have to stop in Baudette on my way to fishing to do estimates on 2 different vehicles. It gets me out of the office a little earlier & I can do some work on the drive there as well.
The apartment interview got moved to Tuesday of this week & I wasn't able to go because of work. Husband went & apparently the whole salary arrangement has changed & it doesn't make sense for us to even consider the position. I wasn't excited about the position, but was sort of elated at the prospect of being done at my current job. Oh well, time for me to just suck it up and be a man--that's what I feel like most days. I work more than full time & pay all the of the bills and do what is typically a male-oriented job. I like to think my tits and great smile make life a little easier in this role. It feels wierd to never see money from my paychecks--husband pays the bills with "our" money & lets me know if we have any to spare for pizza and a bottle of wine like last night. I would have much rather just hit the wine after the days I've had.
I'm resigning myself to the fact that I'm stuck in my position for a while and that's how it's got to be. Anyone have advice on how to make that tolerable? I'm curious what works for others in similar situations.

Sometimes I wonder why some things come so easily to some people and are a constant struggle for others. Mostly life, I guess. Some people don't even appear to try--how do they get away with it (and maybe even have a clear conscience?). I think of some of my relatives who just don't pay bills or bother keeping a job or finding their own place to live or do the little things for others that matter and nobody expects anything more from them...but if I just decided not to remember someone's birthday or follow-up on some significant event (like that would even ever happen!), then I'm a selfish bitch.

I also wonder how I can bust ass this morning and get a ton of stuff accomplished in an hour, but someone else can't even do half of that in an entire day. It's amazing how easily people are humored into thinking they are being productive! Get a friggen clue.

I'm just your average ordinary female. I'm not above anything and work myself hard...maybe that's the problem, not everyone has the same work ethic or expectations of themselves. Soooo, why do I have such high standards for myself?

Answer: because someone has to do all the shit you lazy fuckers DON'T do!

This is the face of your friendly insurance adjuster!
BEWARE!

It's "hump day" in a normal person's work week. Every day is that in my work week. I have been working in the insurance industry since August in an attempt to support the lifestyle of my husband and I until he is done with school and we live in a location with more opportunity.

What do I mean by more opportunity? I love to teach. The career of a teacher is not only rewarding but a hell of a lot LESS stressful than any other job I've had---maybe because it is so rewarding...or something. I have so many thoughts and feelings in me right now that I know I am not going to make any sense here. So fuck being poetic or anything like that. I should also share that I hate my husband's laptop computer. I'm typing on the pile right now and the cursor keeps relocating within my text even when I conciously keep my meaty hands off the mouse pad thingy.

I hate my job. It's not the kind of hate where it's just a drag to go, but it sucks the everliving life out of me in every way imagineable (I don't think I'm spelling that correctly, it doesn't look right with the e before the a, but I don't want to check; mostly I'm writing this is a disclaimer in case it is wrong and in case anyone actually reads this rambling and makes a mental note of it being wrong). I deal with people when they have damage to their vehicles. Vehicles are a big part of people's lives--they use them to get to work, to transport children, to have fun, to get groceries, to go to the doctor, to deliver papers and pizza and all kinds of crap. When something happens to prevent any one or all of those things from happening, folks aren't usually in a good mood. That's where I come in. I'm the lucky one who assesses your coverage---you'd be surprised how many people have no idea what kind of (if any) insurance coverage they have on their vehicle!! This is always when people regret that high deductibles they selected in order to pay cheaper premiums.

Just so you know---your premiums cover more than just damage to YOUR vehicle, assholes!! You are also covered in the event that you cause damage to someone else's property (signs, guardrails, cars, bikes, houses, lightpoles, garage doors, dogs, toolboxes--just to name a few that I've had to afford coverage for). Your coverage also includes medical bills for YOU and your passengers in an event of an accident. Maybe you also pay for car rental or roadside assistance. There's also bodily injury coverage in case you injure someone in another vehicle or a pedestrian--this is above and beyond their medical bills by the way.

Did you know that Minnesota is a NO FAULT state---which has NOTHING NOTHING NOT A FUCKING THING to do with liability (stated simply: who is at fault for the accident). No fault simply means that in ANY accident in Minnesota, each parties medical bills will be paid for by their OWN insurance company NO matter who is at fault. This is decided by your legislature NOT by insurance companies. This is to protect you in the event that you were hit by someone without insurance and you have medical bills or in the event that liability is not immediately determined---then your shit is paid for--and not by YOU!

I'm tired of police officers showing up to accident scenes and telling people that Minnesota is a no fault state so it's nobody's fault. Fuck you officer! Learn some basics in insurance before you start giving people wrong information.

So once I find coverage for you fools, I do an estimate on your vehicle. I hate cars. People place far too much value on their vehicles. What you have a 1992 Pontiac Grand Prix and you think it's one of the nicest vehicles in the Fargo-Moorhead area??? Have you recently been a recipient of some work on "Pimp My Ride"....DOUBTFUL! Be realistic. Nearly every insurance policy states the obligation to restore your vehicle to its PRE PRE PRE PREEEE-accident condition. If your '92 grand prix is a piece of shit before you get in a fender bender, it is NOT my responsibility to restore it to 2006 condition. You pay '92 premiums, so I'll restore you to '92 condition, shithead! Stop bitching about insurance companies writing for used parts on your estimate! If your vehicle had not been in an accident, would you say your fender was a piece of shit? So why is a fender off off your same model year vehicle or NEWER so bad?

Once I write your estimate then I have to deal with the shop you choose to have your repairs made---another thing in Minnesota--it's the law that you have the right to choose your repair shop. You do not have to go around collecting friggen estimates and all that bullshit. I wish people would catch up.

I hate dealing with mechanics and any other people who are in the car or car care business. Ya'll make way too much money and are slimey as shit (except for about 4 of you that I've dealt with in my job and unfortunately you are a minority).

Summary: I love people, but I HATE customers. Don't be such assholes to people who are trying to help you. I have a bitch boss who micromanages and forgets that I have my master's degree and am only in this shithole until husband finishes school and we flee this God-forsaken territory for a better life.

I can't reconcile the fact that this IS temporary because everyday I feel sick going to work and cry a lot at the end of the day. It's such an unnatural feeling to know so much about cars and to look at random vehicles when I drive through town for NONwork tasks and assess damage to vehicles with dents or missing pieces. I HATE THIS! I'm a damn english teacher.

I have applied for jobs that I would rather not do to help keep my sanity and my marriage---food service worker at the elementary school? I'm your girl! Welder of patio furniture? Sign me up! Manager of an income-subsidized apartment building--HELL YEAH!
Husband and I actually have an interview on Sunday with the apartment people and I don't want to get excited in case it doesn't pan out because I honestly can't take the disappointment anymore. However, if the interview goes well, it sounds like we'd move in and start ASAP. Wednesday is the first of February and that means this week could possibly be my last week as an insurance adjuster. If we get offered the job on the spot on Sunday, that's it. I'm calling my boss's voicemail 5 seconds later and telling her to shove it. There is not way in HELL that any teaching position is going to bother caring about an insurance job as a reference and I don't have to put them on my resume. This company has shit on me soooo many times I can't even begin to share--maybe for another late night post when I'm furious and don't know what to do about it.

Corporate work is for people who have no soul.

It has been ages since I wrote something for this blog. Life has been a whirlwind of activity. When it's not, the last thing I care about doing is posting here.

I'm married.
I love it.
I never imagined that there would be someone who fit me so perfectly. What an amazing thing I have been given.

I started a new job a couple months ago. I'm starting my...let's see...5th week "on the road" for work. I have one more week left in Cleveland and another 2 weeks in Minneapolis. When those are complete----HOME SWEET HOME!

This will (God willing) be my last winter in Minnesota. Husband has been applying to PhD schools where there happen to be much milder climates than freeeeeeeeeeeezing cold Northern MN.

I'm killing time during the rest of my lunch break. I ate my tuna, broccoli and pinapple and am now writing e-mails back and forth with my amazing husband. I thought about going for a drive in the ol' rental car to get out for a while, but it's all gloom and hard rain. I'm too lazy to deal with that right now.

My mission upon my 6:00 return to the crappiest Hilton ever founded is to track down a tanning salon. I'm feeling quite pastey and could use the 15mn in heaven! We have a wedding on Saturday and I want to look and feel my best.

Well, time to take a potty break before the afternoon resumes.

Hope ya'll are doing well. Drop a comment if you like.