Here is a collection of random tidbits and thoughts that are not enough to merit their own post. I'm going to lovingly call these little nuggets of my life, "The Leftovers", and will most likely continue this trend in the future.
This week's Leftovers include: a fender bender, family stresses, SIF's IVF post, and taxes
I was rear-ended on Tuesday.
It was my lunch break, and I was headed to WalMart to stock up on essentials (tampons, bubble bath, Burt's Bees Beeswax Lip Balm, Cokes, pepperoni, cheese, TP). Well, I was at an intersection which required me to yield before merging onto the busy main road. Apparently the college girl behind me (decked out from head-to-toe in "Pink" by VS) decided she didn't want to yield, and subsequently smashed into the back of my Jeep
My first thought: "Are you fucking kidding me?"
It was an extremely busy week at work, and a super busy day, and I just didn't have time to deal with this. So I pull off, assess the damage (some scratches on my bumper; the front of her car is mangled to hell), and force myself to be somewhat nice to this girl. She doesn't want insurance involved because she's "already paying like $130 a month". Welcome to the real world, sweetheart. Anyway, I copied down the info from her insurance card and take off.
I call Buster, and he is immediately perturbed that I didn't call the police and file an accident report. He was worried that she might say I backed in to her, and somehow we would get fucked. Ugh. So I told him I would go to the police station and file an accident report the next day. I never did, because I'm BUSY at work. Who has time to go to the police station?? Not me!
Last night, Buster's mom calls us and says that I need to report this to insurance. Something similar happened to her, and they cut her a $500 check for the damage. So, I called. And I feel guilty! That college girl thought I wasn't going to be reporting it to the insurance companies, and here I am, doing just that. I can't help feeling bad, but oh well. I'm still waiting to hear back as to what is going to happen.
I love my family.
But they certainly know how to stress me out!
I've blogged about this before, but I have a problem saying "no", especially to my family.
My brother has asked me to do a resume for his friend (who was recently fired from his job). Of course, I said yes. My brother said that it should take me too long because they provided all of the info, etc etc.
First of all, what does my brother know about how long it takes to do a resume? I am the one who did HIS resume.
Then I had a voicemail from my aunt (yes, the one of "Have your sister carry a baby for you" fame) asking if I would design an invitation to my cousin's bridal shower. I'm going to say yes (even though Buster is adamant that I say no).
I've been meaning to write up a response to this post by Single Infertile Female. I haven't had the time to get my disjointed thoughts into something someone would want to read, but it's on my agenda.
This year, instead of me doing our taxes, I am taking them somewhere. This is because Buster started his business last year, and this just throws a whole new wrench into filing our taxes.
I also might be claiming our medical expenses, if it works out to where it's better than taking the standard deduction for a married couple. This means I get to go back through the last 12 months in my bank account and try to sort through my payments. Fun!