Hey everybody! Sorry I haven't been around today. It's billing time again at the office. I absolutely hate it!
During my lunch hour, I spent most of the time researching the Disney Alaska Cruise. My mother wants to go to Alaska so bad and I want to do a
Disney cruise very badly. So, I thought about it and I remembered that Disney said they'd start offering Alaskan cruises in 2011. I plugged in a few May and June, 2011 dates. The cost for all four of us would be a little over $5,000.00 but that doesn't include airfare to Vancouver which I figure will be a hefty chunk of change. It's still something to consider.
Oh, and yesterday sucked big time! We had $306.00 worth of work done on the car. John brought it to me right before lunch but had to park it across the street in the courthouse parking lot. I got in at lunch and was driving slowly down the lane when some stupid girl started backing up. Not from a parking place either. She just put her Tahoe in reverse and started backing up. Obviously, she didn't look behind her before she put it in reverse because I was behind her. Of course, I laid on my horn and was yelling (like she could hear me in my car ) but I couldn't back up because there were people behind me. She just backed right over the front of my car.
Thankfully, there was absolutely no damage to my car. At least, I couldn't see any visible damage. I called the police who told me they don't come to parking lot accidents. We have to exchange information and then I'd go to the police station and make a report. How stupid is that?!?!
The whole time I am on the phone with the police and then while exchanging insurance information, she's on the phone. She said "My Mama wants you to write something saying there's no damage to your car". I looked her straight in the eye and said "You can tell your Mama to shove it because I'm not going to do that. Tell your Mama that I am a paralegal and am not stupid enough to write let alone sign something like that." I continued to look at her as if she had three eyes and a great big ole' head and she said "Mama said okay." As she was writing down her information, I saw that she had a telephone number from a local town where John's family lives. I made sure that she knew that "I know people there." I just conveniently left out the part that it was John's family and not some hot shot Judge or something.
Then, the girl proceeds to tell me that she was all shook up because she had been in court and they didn't call her name. That, immediately, told me that she had been in criminal court. That's the only court that they just call out your name. I asked her what she was going to court for and she said "Domestic violence. I had to serve 72 hours in jail and now I have to go back to court." Great! I've been backed into by a husband/boyfriend beater. I told her to go back to court at 1:00 p.m. and tell the bailiff that her name wasn't called and ask what she needed to do. I couldn't help myself...the paralegal came out in me and I felt the need to advise her. She thanked me and got in her car and left.
John came and looked at the car and we didn't see any damage. Instead of going to the police department and having to go through the whole hassle of making a report, we decided to just leave it be. The girl is already in enough trouble. Why make a claim when there was really nothing wrong to the car?
Then, when I got home last night, Hunter proceeds to tell me that he has to have a white shirt to wear to school the next day. It had to be a dress shirt or a polo shirt. Now I don't know about most of you guys but I don't buy my 12 year old boy white shirts......hum.....can we say pizza sauce or ketchup or mustard splatter stains? During the horrendous thunder and lightning storm and tornado watches, we were making a fast trip to Wal-Mart. The only shirt I could find was a white polo shirt. At least it was only $5.50.
So, as you can see, I've had a little excitement in the last couple of days. I went home and to sleep with a major headache. I wonder why?